Gone. Not so much physically but just gone. As much as the word can describe.... gone.
Moody has been making wigs... Moody has been screaming... Moody has been happy.
I am done geriatric-sitting. I am spending my time creating writing and being the many facets of me. I missed moody. She missed me.
And now to be a little less confusing...
I have started creating a wig from scratch. Which is a pain in the ass. Especially with plastic tools not originally intended for the task at hand. While endlessly larks head knotting loose blue hair into a weaving cap is teadious, it made for a relaxing three hours only to accomplish....
It looks like a lot and nothing all at the same time which is fulfilling in a disappointing sort of way.
Being slightly random and mildly ADHD i hvae started working on something else and intend to go back to my wig. All though it sits in a very entertaining manner for now...
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