tell me something I know but have probably forgotten.

I had two and a half days between school and my return from Canada. I'm not good with examples or analogies and so on but if you could imagine a lioness protecting her cub and basically just being intent on only this one thing, this was how I spent this time, locked in my room driven insane by craft withdrawal. THAT DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. I've also suffered from school withdrawal, said no one ever? But I do appreciate and love my education, lets make that clear. 
I'll try and paint out this scenario for you the previous explanation paid no tribute to my language skill or anything. For two months I was immersed in training and spare time was spent ..eating and maybe reading. Coming home was a realisation of how different life is here and opening my giant art draw reminded me that I hadn't touch a glue gun for a long time too. Both these realisations have equal value. 
Consequently this happened in the period of two days. 

The record player had some Barbie pimping. 

..as did my mirror with some lipstick. I watched a video of Tavi singing Heart of Gold by Neil Young, http://vimeo.com/36683208, which I seemed to fall in love with it and began listening to my Neil Young record more and more. It makes me feel calm, which I've  needed lately and I have candles burning and its all shiny and quiet but his music is still playing. 

I decorated these frames and sewed the banner above which says wallflower, inspired by my favourite book at the moment "because its the one I've read most recently", The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'll probably write more about that. It deserve a higher level of tribute.  

And I have a wall for my headbands and necklaces which was also inspired by Tavi. I can't help but love all these symbolic things she creates, they all just feel so special and I don't want to feel like I'm 'copying' which I've heard too much, but it feels like an appreciation of someone else's ideas which makes my room more like a sanctuary when it reminds my of people that inspire me. 

Fake flowers stuck to the wall. 

 Curtains and roof hanging junk. 

The skeleton of Frida Kahlo...