Fash of the month: pomponizing gloves

Customizing obsession

 

Getting proper winter now, it’s time to get the gloves out.  Biking, not punching, even though the temptations are there.  See work meeting 2 days ago.

Anywayz, the gloves were bought in a Spanish market long long ago. They are warm, they grab the bike handles well, but they were very boring.  Until #pomponizing got to them.

 

Coming soon to a blog near you, don’t miss the
pom-ponized tops and jumpers I’m working on 

 

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Fash: pomponizing presents

Pomponizing presents and cards

 

 

Pomponizing everywhere, everything.

It’s not just me,  it’s becoming a thing.

 

 

Fash of the month: customizing t-shirt

Customizing obsession

 

My newest attempt at customizing, which didn’t take much time at all.

spikes

Just a couple of silver spikes sewed onto my
GRUNGE 
t-shirt, so it reads

GRÜNGE,

in a nordic kind of way.

Coming soon to a blog near you, don’t miss the
pom-pon 
miniskirt I’ll be working on next week.

 

Song of the Week: “Creep” / “Big Empty”

RIP
Scott Weiland
You shall be missed

Creep

Stone Temple Pilots

Scott Weiland

Forward yesterday
Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real
Makes me wanna steal
Livin’ under house
Guess I’m livin’, I’m a mouse
All’s I gots is time
Got no meaning, just a rhymeTake time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
‘Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal, I like to stealI’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I’m half the man I used to be, half the man I used to beFeelin’ uninspired
Think I’ll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby’s got a gun
Think you’re kinda neat
Then she tells me I’m a creep
Friends don’t mean a thing
Guess I’ll leave it up to meTake time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal, I like to stealI’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I’m half the man I used to be, half the man I used to beTake time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
‘Cause it likes to heal, I like to stealI’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray

I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I’m half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I’m half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be,
Half the man I used to be

“Big Empty”

Stone Temple Pilots

drivin’ faster in my car
falling farther from just what we are
smoke a cigarette and lie some more
these conversations kill
falling faster in my cartime to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to take a ride
it leaves today no conversation
time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to wait too long
to wait too long
these conversations killto much walkin’, shoes worn thin
too much trippin’ and my soul’s worn thin
time to catch a ride
it leaves today, her name is what it means
to much walkin’, shoe’s worn thin