Fluffy Socks Help Me With Ninja Moves

I was attempting to turn my radio on with a sonic screwdriver.  It was such fun... I have good times with Me, Myself, and I.

This is what I think when I wear fluffy socks. 2% comfort, 3% warmth, 95% sliding around like a ninja.  My room has slippery wood floors which helps a lot with moving gracefully.  It's where I practice my ninja, and it's also where I dance. Well, I dance and twirl everywhere, but more so in my room. Like I said, slippery wood floors helps you move gracefully.

This is my kind of chair! Love. Love. LOVE.   OOO I'm reading this right now:

Very jumpy over the up coming movie!
And these are some shoes that I want to try and make myself. : )

I'm so indecisive about things.  The Latest thing I'm having trouble with is setting a wallpaper for my ipod.  It's changed 10 times in a week.  I hope I'm not the only one who can't decide between a Lord of the Rings picture, Star Wars, Doctor Who, or I Love Lucy. Decisions, decisions.  Why's it so hard?!!

My bedroom is 90% done!  Here are some snap shots of what I did, (Yes, I painted all this!).  I am SO pleased with it.

 Oh, the T.A.R.D.I.S. AKA Police Box I did not paint; It's cardboard. : ) This wall is fantastic! *giggle*

 This is suppose to look like torn wallpaper.

 My closet. The lyrics by my pillow are as follows: "Take me somewhere deep cause I'm quite exhausted and I need to sleep."
"Farewell nightmares I am free. Welcome streams of sweet dreams that settle over me."
"Dreams never die when we sleep beneath the open sky." "Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams that we knew so well." As you can see, I concentrated on song lyrics that mention dreams, sleeping etc. because it's right by my pillow. : )

 Angle from the doorway.

It took me 5 hours to write those song lyrics, (song is On the Wing by Owl City) and it looks even better in person.  These photos were taken on my ipod so they're not the best quality of color.

I painted a spice rack for my nail polish. It's two sided. : )

 Above my window.  Allons-y translates to "Lets go!" in french.

And this is above my door.  So yeah all in all I love hangin in this room!

~ Lyddie

Fall = Wind Blown Sandy Locks...And Baggy Sweaters

Doctor Who, a British television show that was started up again in 2005 after 50 years off the air, has left me emotionally scarred.  I'm still torn up and weeping inside from the many traumatic episodes I've seen.  Yeah.  Just thought I'd start off on that heart-rending note.

On a happier note, I'm doing a complete renovation of my sweet little domain.  Up the stairs, turn left, last door at the end of the hall, can't miss it.  I'm most tenderly affectionate towards my room... I'll try and post some pictures when all is done.  I'm most anxious about my ceiling mural coming out all right.  Have you ever tried doing an 8x10 foot painting and working above your head?  It's so... fantastic!  I *occasionally* love and enjoy very much working and figuring out how to do hard things.  One exception always occurs when I say this though.  Algebra. One hard difficult thing that hates me and I it.  Here, you can get an idea of how I appear after battling this toughie.

Fall is arriving and that means big, baggy sweaters, snuggy pants, (actually I wear snuggy pants year round)  boots, *I'll still go barefoot everywhere* and picture taking of everything out doors.  I think fall is the best time for photos.  Fall is also the season I let my hair down; no scrunchy, just wind blown hair.  Besides sea breezes, I love fall breezes that have the color and smell of red maple leaves.  I allow that kind of breeze and wind to play with my hair and whisper and laugh in my ears as it scoops up my sandy locks and whips it across my rosy, wind blown cheeks.  I am currently lamenting over events that happened in a book I read two months ago.  I will never get over the damage that comes from fantasy books. Never...

Doesn't this picture of towering books just give you the "shivers of delight"?

This is my idea of a day well spent; wandering and exploring rooms that look like this. Just. Simply. Perfect.

And on that lovely note, I'll end.

~ Lyddie