Rossë

Rossë is the quenya word for fine rain, spray.


I must have sewn too much. I couldn't bring myself to start yesterday, even after designing a most delicious idea for a skirt. I couldn't even start with the top I really want to make to bring to Edinburgh. But eventually I started fixing with the loose hair made from yarn, and that at least I had some energy for. It might be really cool! I've seen very few, if anyone, with this blend of colours.

Still no one to let our apartment.

Today's been a waste of time, except the creating of hair and some packing. Oh, and some three girls, young teenagers, cycling past me enjoying the fresh air and wonderful evening with beautiful autumn colours, and I knew they were going to do something, and they said "Hi!" all three of them and then one, "You're cute" and I had just enough time to say a polite "hi" and then "...thank you! You too!" back.
Such a strange little thing, but I'll take it from the positive angle!
I wasn't really aiming for "cute" when I dressed, and the leather coat usually makes me look like a gangster, but I suppose I managed cute anyway, and I don't mind as I was feeling pretty awesome anyway!

I hope the rest of the evening continues in the same vein. I've been feeling myself swing more toward the female part of the population lately. My old flames are still burning, who could resist Vincent for example, but yes, girls are starting to look more and more interesting by the day. Not that they didn't before, but... more so.