I lie in bed and it's there I create. Some ways I hate head-creations. Other ways...they keep me company. I picture the portfolio that could be. A sleeve just so. Draperies so intricate I can hardly glimpse how they're done before the next idea has sprung upon it. Sketches and ideas dance through my mind faster than I can yet capture them. Most get tangled in the question of "how to" transform them from vague idea to reality.
And usually I am too tired to obey my whims. But now I stretch my arm out of it's warm covers to reach the light, squinting enough to draw what might be the inspiration for tomorrow's masterpiece. A single sleeve of bubbles. the fingers slinking out of it. What the blazes is it for?
I don't know. But it is there, freed of the prison of Passing Thought.
I'll let you know if it becomes anything.
Dutchess
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Hmmm...so, where did you see me in the blog world? Do I know you?
Ah okay! So, you're on facebook? If you want you can look me up on there...I would look you up but, I'm afraid I don't know your name! =) Look forward to hearing back from you!
Love those tights!
can you make me some?
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