I am a girl, woman, faerie, pirate, gypsy, hippy, everything and nothing all at once. I deconstruct, reconstruct, and create from scratch clothing and costumes. Ren faires are my stomping ground, gardens are my sanctuary, and my passion for both bleeds through everything I do.
I have recently started the long process and journey to obtain paitence by dreadlocks. The more beautiful sets I see, the more encouraged I get. :)
Huzzah and Namaste!
-The Road Not Taken-
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
