Sometimes I’m really smug about the fact that I am a Scorpio. There, I admitted it. I can be selfish. I can be dark. I can be mysterious. I like the things that your quintessential Scorpio is supposed to like. We’re quite a smug little club of dirt dwellers. Even the tattoo artist who inked me said, “yeah, Scorpios are the ones that pretty much always have to get their sign tattooed somewhere”. Didn’t surprise me. Like I said, selfish. And proud. I didn’t get my astrological sign tattooed just because he said that.
Anyway, enough about me.
On to the fiber…
It’s kind of a Scorpio-type batt (hence all the arachnid-talk at the beginning). This exquisite thing came in the mail yesterday from my Phat Fiber group, where it had been donated by Jennifer of Desert Garden. It’s a tribute to Dr. Frank N. Furter of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Black, silvery, sparkly, stuffed with the deepest blood red locks. I don’t know how she got that color, but I must have more. I just… need this color in my life.
ooh, blood!
close-up: *sparkles!*:
I’m such a floozy when it comes to spinning. I can’t wait to finish one yarn so I can start the next one.
just gotta get this guy off first… then it’s on to my latest crush 
Red. RED!