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Vested interest...

For those of you who have seen my colourful vests, you may have noticed I wasn't wearing them when I was down for Arcanacon. The reason for this is that I've lost so much weight that they are far too big for me and can't be worn. So, those vest have gone to meet their maker, meaning that the are currently sitting at draquin's place waiting to be modified to a more appropriate size.

Also, in far off Sydney, a new collection of vests are being created thanks to ozisim. If you want advanced warning, you may want to look at the pictures she's put up here. Warning: May shock some viewers! :)

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ozisim
Mar. 27th, 2006 02:44 am (UTC)
You will notice the D in the bottom right corner of the pictures from yesterday... He was 'helping'.
halloranelder
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC)
Yes, I noticed the D helping! :)
ozisim
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:02 am (UTC)
He LOVES the way that pattern paper crinkles!
vaingloriesque
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)
Oh! So shiny!
paradigmshifty
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
I'm a little peeved at you at the moment... Email me when you have a chance please.
omegamorningsta
Mar. 27th, 2006 09:07 am (UTC)
AAAARGH!! My EYEEEES! MY BOOOTIFUL EYEEEEEES!!!

halloranelder
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:23 pm (UTC)
Just wait until I'm wearing them...
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And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
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This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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