I'm still waiting for my silver and smoky quartz pendant.
But not in a worried way. Just in a "wants my nearly free pretties" way.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm still waiting for my silver and smoky quartz pendant.
But not in a worried way. Just in a "wants my nearly free pretties" way.
JZ, I've found a few indexes of folk music that I'm searching. The tune sounds Appalachian to me, but that could just be my wishful thinking.
Just in a "wants my nearly free pretties" way.
I keep going back and keeping an eye open for garnets. I have an unholy addiction, and should stay away. Silver+garnet is where my jewellery fashion sense lives.
FUCK. I have filled my apartment with the smell of burning plastic. I didn't notice the handle of my splatter shield before I put it in the oven.
All the fans are going. I hope this doesn't take too long. It's not warm out.
So last week I saw a program on the Scott expedition to the South Pole. There was some narration from his final letter to his wife, but here it is in entirety for the first time: [link]
Cashmere, where are you hearing the tune?
Cashmere, where are you hearing the tune?
I was wondering that too... or are you just looking at the lyrics?
Cashmere, where are you hearing the tune?
The tune is coming from inside the house!
I just figured I missed it. Apparently, it's time to sync up my voices with Cashmere's.
silverjewelryclub.com
What is?
Also, I know it's my job, but people need to stop asking me reference questions, just for a little while.
I remember Radar singing that song--the melody is from "Go Tell Aunt Rhody."