working and listening to 90's R&B.


day #2. pin and sew, getting tired but still pushing it. almost done. oh wait,gotta stop to feed the kids.

the end
every fashion designer has some story about "making clothes for their barbies" as a kid. i was a tomboy who'd climb trees in my sundress, ride my bike with skirts on, and collect bugs in an old shoe box. i didn't care for the one legged barbie i had. i saw her as a slap in the face from my mom who wanted me to be this "ms. prissy" that i actually grew up to be!
they say you can tell when a woman is going through something because she'll change her hair. i am seriously leaning towards cutting my hair to about a inch or 2 under my ears and dying it black. just a thought that is very close to happening. i just feel like i need a change.maybe a 4th tattoo will be thrown in the mix also.