This is my hair. I think I'll like it a tad better when it's grown about half an inch, but it sure is cute now.
I am about to start work on round two of my first commissioned poem. A weaver from Argentina has asked me to write a piece for her, and I am throwing myself into the challenge. It's been more difficult than I thought it would be, trying to write from her perspective, hoping I'm not being too presumptuous. After all, all I know of her I know from an Etsy shop and a few short messages.