Not my bones or my skin or anything physically obvious, but somewhere deep inside.
I mean, I don't usually do whimsical, but then this happened.
It's not as if it was even an accident, because I have sketches to prove I was thinking about it and planning it, and anyway, it's not as though I stopped either.
I made another one. An improved nother one.
And in spite of myself, I like it.
I'm a little afraid, quite frankly. I might have regrettable taste. If I put it in my Etsy shop, what's to prevent me from being Regretsyed?
On the other hand, I still maintain a shred or two of sanity, I think.
I made earrings which I hope are not hideous or twee; at least not too much.
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