Paper Hat.

As promised, I did make something out of paper last night. I was thinking something along the lines of intricate origami, something time consuming and difficult. But then I saw my MX newspaper from the afternoon sitting on top of my piano, and thought 'hey, I remember when I used to make those awesome newspaper sailor hats and wear them all day long'. So I re-lived the moment. And I got my awesome brother to model the finished product. There's a lot to be said about simple, childish things.

So that's that.
And today, Thursday the 3rd of March, I wrote down in my notepad that I'm going to write a piece of creative writing. Or something. Here's something I prepared a little earlier.



I swear I'd never seen something so beautiful. He was just an ordinary boy. Long, lank, mousy grey hair fell across his forehead and hid his left eye from view. His mouth was set in an ugly grimace and he had terrible posture. The printer jerked and shuddered as he tried to kick it back into working order. Very ordinary indeed.
It was his wings which had caught my attention. They were laced so intricately, so astonishingly beautifully with every single shade of green imaginable. The jade of grandma's old ring, the dewy drops caught on fern leaves in the early morning, the deep murky water of a mossy creek, the fresh, soft green that runs over grassy plains and hills. Everything green I had ever seen before in my life was weaved through the pattern of his lacy wings. And they really were like lace; like a doily almost. Utterly beautiful.
And then he looked at me. He must have sensed me staring at him and become uncomfortable with it, because he threw such a look at me that I felt I had been stabbed with a blunt, rusty knife right between my eyes. Picking up his booklet from the table, he returned back to his work. But I was still unable to look away. Eventually I realised it had already been an hour since I came into the kitchen for lunch, and I was meant to be back a little while ago. Reluctantly, I turned, draped the towel over the back of the chair where I had found it and headed slowly back to reception.
How very odd.