This has been a rotten week. Things are not as bad as they could be, of course, but they're bad enough. Ray Bradbury gone, Pixel gone, no water, something up with the wiring
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My love affair with hair jewels began quite a long time ago- at a science fiction convention in Kentucky. There was a woman selling hairsticks in the huxter room. I don't remember her name but she was vivacious and jovial, dressed in bright colours like an exotic bird and she wore her own bejeweled hairsticks in her masses of chestnut hair. Her
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