Remember those variety packs of cereal? And usually there were like three good ones, and the rest were Special K or something shitty like that? Tonight is like a variety pack.

First you get what I consider to be the Special K of my blog. Craft-talk. I made another purse and I'm quite proud of it. I thought I could add different removable rhinestone pins to all the bags as sort of a birthmark. I want to work on a tag for the inside but until then the pins will be a sort of signature.

This one was made using a nice, sturdy vintage paisley fabric, with black cotton lining and an small snap on the inside.

Tonight I took over 120 pictures of items I have to add to the shop. And I'm only about HALFWAY through the inventory I have made and ready to go. So it may be a while til it's all listed...but I'm making progress again (after a long week of zero motivation to do anything but watch cartoons and eat creamsicles--did you know the Albertson's brand have only 90 calories each? They're my treat since I started trying to eat better).

Ok, you ate all your Special K. Or you skipped over that boring stuff I just wrote (for the record, I will be adding an updates/blog page to Chubby Bunny momentarily, so all the gay craft-talk will soon be a thing of the past). Now you get (choose one):

Corn Pops
Fruit Loops
Frosted Flakes
Honey Smacks

It doesn't really matter what you choose because it's a poem in any case. I just thought it might be more fun that way. I choose Corn Pops.

Avalanche

He once bit his nails
'til they bled,
one of his
small penances,
a pain he deserved,
a flake in the endless
snowfall of suffering
that buries his shame.

Underneath it all
there are his skinny legs
pinned and frozen
dreaming of the time
they used to
run run run.

Then came the day
they went so far and fast
he lost his way.
He tried to find shelter
beneath the trees
but there was no place to hide
as the snow piled ever higher,
a frosty deliberate hourglass.
He became someone else,
screaming,
throwing rocks at the sky
until the mountain shook
and it all came down on him.

The weight
the darkness
are blankets that keep him
still now
wrapped tight around his feet,
covering his mouth.

Safe
and sound
at last.