Dear Exhaustion: You are hardly welcome. I never realized how tired until I nearly fell asleep - listening to rap. Loudly. Yes, you read that right, Mr. E. On the couch at someone else's house, too. You may go away. xoxo
|This is un-related to anything, except that it's cute. Which is really enough reason, no?|
Dear Figment: You are loved. Because of you, I won my first writing contest! And much as I love my offspring, it didn't deserve it. O_o (You can read it here - 'Flight to Candyland') But anyway. You're sweet.
|Dancing Lassie Photography - Carousel|
Dear Autumn: I'm beginning to fall in love with you. Not for your chilly temperatures and chapped hands, but for what else you bring - a reenactment dance by candlelight. A kindly captain who let me captain his sternwheeler. O_o A bike ride with my sister on Blennerhassett Island. The county fair. A gospel meeting and a jovial preacher. (Who is staying with us right now, in my vacated room.)
Dear Uglyful Princess: You were the most disgustingly horrible character I have ever played, but I have to thank you. For teaching me that true humility isn't hiding behind other's talents, but being willing to be ridiculed, if it's for the right cause. (And I fail at this. Seriously.) Because it's not about me. And remember - things aren't always what they seem. :laughing: And of course, for giving me a chance to wear stage makeup that involves warts.
(Dear everybody else - if you aren't familiar with the skit 'the Uglyful Princess', it is on Youtube. :woundedvanity: A huge round of applause for my fellow crew - we only had two weeks to put this together, and they deserve much credit for what they did - cheers!'No, Mom! I don't want home-made warts! I need store-bought ones!'
^ The discussions in this house remain very
Dear Scheherazade: You were a dream of two 16-year-old girls who loved costume design and fantastic characters and... caffeine. Your costume was the most delightful costume I have ever attempted to make, even if it did cause the most be-moaning, seam-ripping, and weeping. :wryface: And you looked very unusual dancing with an Amish-man-costume, by the way. Just though I'd point that out. Anyhow. Now, to find every opportunity to to become Arabian.
Dear You: That's enough about me - and my life - and etc. How are you? What is your current project - be it sewing, reenactments, music, or just mucking out the barn. :wink:
Dear Michaela: I stole this idea from you. Thank you for being an inspiration - and hope you don't mind! O_o