Hail

Unspoken words, those little
drops of hail,
Collecting slowly as they fall
Inside the lonely soul.
If only strength it had,
To let that river flow
On to the object of desire
To let those feelings show.
And speak those silent drops,
Unspoken for so long...

*2003*

My late night project!

So the last item I sewed were a pair of leggings while I was still pregnant with Evan...phew that was a good 6 months ago at least. My Singer has started to collect a nice layer of dust when along come my new brown leather boots! Yayyy and booo since my favorite brown hippie bag has been out of commission for some time due to a broken strap. So after a much needed nudge from my hubby (thanks hubby :) I mustered the strength and courage to dissect it from the inside and attempt to fix the strap. At first the task filled me with much fear and anxiety however once I got going it was easy and super fast (less than an hour in total). Here are some pics to share:

the starting point

Dissecting the lining..view from inside out

Voile! The finished product! 

Damaged

I fear I'm damaged in some way
I know it is your fault!
Your sick perversions overcame
My sweet lost innocence that day.

You'd think you would be trusted,
Trusted and bound by blood!
But no, you this have ravaged;
my heart and soul forever damaged...

I find your excuses lame
and your portrayal of parenthood shameful.
I find you are still much too cold,
So little to show and call progress.