About a week ago I finished the hair, my 1000 and something micro locs. I am so proud of myself and if you don't know anything about me my hair has its own lore. Let me tell you about it... When I was 5 years old, I was a junior bridesmaid for a cousin with kids my age, we had to get braids and I guess my hair was a nightmare to deal with because I was a hellion before I started primary, I thought the sun rose and set on my little behind because nobody had told me otherwise. I digress, I had to get my hair chemically treated before getting the braids because little Miss Drama hated combing it and my Mum had 3 other daughters and a newborn to think of, so no one was dealing with my nonsense. I got the chemical, then the braids and had a fun wedding with the reception at our La Rochelle in Penhalonga. Everything was going well till I did the silly hair go back thing the next week at Creche and my hair stated falling out with the braids. I cried, it was a funeral very time I looked at...
The day wound up being good but I didn't earn much money, I can still try to get a few coins in but, I did finish all except the final layer of the wood and then now I am working on the fur which is a challenge because I have only ever painted it, I feel like this is the hair thing all over again but as always, I will figure it out. I think this part is the hardest bit of doing any type of art, trusting the process. You have to trust that layer 2 will feed into layer 8 and enhance the finished peice, when layer 2 looks like and 8 year old gone wild with art material. Maybe I should use a lighter pencil to put my little worrisome heart at rest. I also made a scented candle and I botched it but that goes without saying since I did not bother with following the pouring temperature instructions, it pitted badly, but who cares, it made me so so happy. I also did my laundry and found my highschool mp3 player. I listened to a lot of Beyonce, Ciara, Kelly Rowland, Riri, Sean Kingsto...