Inspired by everything and the necessity to embelish a plain ol headband, the oh-la-la line is made to be soft but daring…..feminine and powerfull. It is your go to piece when you want to make a statement. Can be attatched to a head band.or worn by itself. Let me know if you like it! More pieces coming soon based on request 
These pieces started off as simple metal and now they have been transformed into statement pieces! Completely customizable! Let me know in comments if you’d like one, I can set up a shop for you, discount if you’re the first to post!
[image credit: http://www.eso-garden.com/index.php?/weblog/C37/]
Have you ever had a dream that was a prophesy in nature? I mean a real prophesy where there are all kinds of things going on…i don’t know, a werewolf who turns suddenly into your long lost uncle bob who died of schizophrenia just as he was at the height of his knowledge. Then this makes you think…..”are we suppose to learn that much?” “maybe schizophrenia isn’t a disease…its a control mechanism…”
oooohhh. Thought provoking isnt it? Then you think about all the suffering you’ve gone through….then maybe a vampire pops in somewhere in this dream and instead of turning into something beautiful/horrible like the guy who took my virginity, it turns into like..the werewolf..then BAMM! a plot twist occurs!
Was my uncle Bob a werewolf?!
no…he was too smart…
well maybe you havent had those kinda dreams, and neither have i. The only dream i had that was very otherworldly was one i never understood untill it came true.
i once dreamt that my grandma was walking through the streets in Cuba and she was coming from a market or somewhere that was normal for her to go to and come back from, then as she was walking by a house, she leaned in to acknowledge the garden, because it was quite beautiful , and as she did so i remember thinking in my dream “no.” because hidden in the garden was in fact a snake. A vicious one, and at once the snake bit her and my grandma died. i remember waking up every night after i had this dream [because it was repetitive] and i would go to my grandma’s room and nuzzle next to her. she should tell me it was OK, things were gonna fine. And one day, she died. She allegedly jumped in front of a train. I get it…the snake was the merciless snake. But scary, after that I’ve never had that dream or one like it again…and that is provably the part that scares me the most.
My wife the catalyst to my change
The advocate to my ways
The heart that beats for my soul
And the change of times that make her more.
The one that finds all the lost animals
Brings them to my doorstep, even when I say no
I shake my head, we don’t need more animals
She sneaks them in through the back door.
My wife.
The smile, never in vain
Never the tears
Never the pain
My wife, the Joanne D’Arc of our days
The savior of my deteriorative ways
The one whom I hope
Gets discovered one day
My wife, she writes me this poem-and says:
My husbad
My moments galore
My dear, my everything more
My husbad, a secret addiction
A confectioner’s sugar
A sweet little non- fiction
And everything super.
He’s the superman
The one guy stand
That sweet surprise
The envy of all the other guys
My husband, my never demise.
He’s there, holding my hand by my side
The role he is playing
Deserves an award
Because to me he is the husband
That I was meant to adore.
Hello world!
Lately i’ve been on a “making” frenzy and I’ve updated the always awesome SCARFS&KNITS page. The one on my sidebar. Now i’ve made a cute little Sackboy [from the Sony game LittleBig planet] and a cute little bunny.
i made this crochet bunny for a friend of mine who was having a bday to go along with the yellow lotion bottle i bought her.
Sackboy-A cute little Sackboy doll like the one in LittleBig planet i made for my bf.
Like what you see? Leave a comment if you feel really moved by this.
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Much Thanks!
Dear Diary
Its been quite a while
Since I’ve written things down
But last time I had not much to say
And now I’ve got quite a bit!
I have met somebody new
[although this should be no real news to you]
He’s as sweet as can be
Someone whose story is true
He laughs at my jokes, smiles when I pout
He looks into me deeply, and prevents my frowns
Our days have been filled
With glorious endeavors
From kisses and stars to afternoons in the park,
chocolate is no need, to me he’s much sweeter.
His family is amazing
We have plans in two days
I admit his mom sometimes scares me
But I love her either way
He’s an animal Lover
And puts me first
He’s all I’ve ever wanted
I cant ask for more.
Oh Diary if you could just see
The way he looks at me
The way that I smile
His touch goes for miles.
If there is a god I am grateful
For putting him in my way
If there are spirits hear my thank you
For letting me stray
If it’s a Buddha I seek
You have definitely enlightened me
And if in fact its Allah
Then you must know I’m in complete awe.
He’s exciting and selfless
Sexy and sensible.
He’s 26 but practically ageless
The one who makes life oh so tolerable.
He fills me with sunshine
Brings me soup if I’m sick
He’s the type that would cross America
If it meant one more kiss.
We see each other daily
Yet it is not enough
Dear diary I am simply saying
He’s gotta be the one.
Mondays are malicious
The work week starts and the fun is gone
Tuesday are fictitious
With the errands to run and run and run
Wednesdays are vicious
Nearing the middle of the day, you just want to go away
Thursdays are a bluricious
You think you just cant wait for the next day
Fridays are hecticious
Work needs to just go away away away!
Saturdays are sensualicious
Fun is just getting started
Then
Sundays come around
And innocence is found.
Before Mondays, the malicious
Comes back around.
You are the mirror , I am the light
Glue holds us together
And on your surface
I shine
You say forever
I say I might
You kiss my cheek, savor.
And I say alright.
You hold me tightly
The breeze blows outside
I say I love you
And you whisper “so do I”
Feeling secure is something so rare
It’s the kind of thing that you feel
It that kind of thing that we share
And if roles were reversed
The mirror being me
Then I would find some way
To hold the light that you bring.
18 years is my age
i'm cuban & proud
yeah i'm kinda loud
i'm the kinda chick that believes that something rhymes with orange
kinda like chuck norris
i love color
b&w is so overated
and yeah, sometimes i wish i was taller
but at least i'm not gettting smaller
jen's my BFF
Not Jill
i Text a Lot
...Not!
i believe you need to feel free to speak
without needing to plead the fifth
lawyer is my profession
psychology is my obsession
math takes me all different directions
not very worthy is my observation
J is my boyfriend...
for now
oh but don't have a cow.
he's a cool kid, that's for sure
just needs a few lessons is all
needs to get his time right
needs a little guiding light
french is my language of choice
crazy, is all that noise.
Peace and love all the way
did you hug your tree today?
hype
type
it's all the same
view it through opposite names.
College years are here
and best friends, aren't so near.
we call but it's not the same
it's okay cuz nothings like summer oh-eight.
hicking and camping i'd like to do
but fashon and swiming is more my groove.
I’d love to be kissed in the rain
But no guy is ever as insane
So
Dai is the name
Remember the face
A single ace
since i play No games.
