To Thine Own Self Be True

Once upon a time, in the far off land known as Primary School, I learnt a lesson that wasn’t part of the curriculum. It all started quite innocently, when I was doing my hair one morning.  For some reason, I decided to put an extra hair tie in my pony tail.  Then another.  And another.  I liked the way I seemed to be creating a tower based on my hair, so I kept going.  It looked silly, but I loved it.  Who knows what my mum thought; evidently, she wasn’t opposed to my going to school with my hair wobbling on top of my head, encased in a glorious, multi-coloured tube.

The trouble started once I got to school and sat down in my desk. Continue reading

The Delightful Dozen Project

It all started so simply.  There I was, innocently explaining to Alexie RicRac that I’d been working on my dress for more than month, when she replied with a comment that seemed quite innocent at the time:

If I could construct a dress a month, I’d be very happy!

A harmless, cheerful collection of words, yes? Continue reading