Post by piru2 on Nov 5, 2010 9:35:49 GMT -8
the brisk autumn breeze tussled the plum-tipped strands of blue that fluttered about a porcelain face. head bowed low, fingers deftly worked the glycerin into the chunk of leather that would eventually be a headstall to match her sixth and final mexican show saddle. six.. what was she thinking? it had taken her almost a year to finish the other five and this final one was dead-set on taking a finger or two with it. the fenders had been the bane of her existence. hence the reason why she never had a manicure, no point to it. she'd have it ruined in fifteen minutes or less. her hands had always taken a beating, despite being her most prized possessions. she took precautions when she applicable; she wore gloves when she could get away with it, but 9 times out of 10, any hand injury just came with the territory. usually minor scrapes, a nick here or there, maybe a broken fingernail along the way. voletta won't bat an eye to 'em. now, get a digit caught in a clamp or crimper and you can bet she would offend a sailor. that cheery, velvety-sweet disposition will pull a 180* faster than most can catch a breath. but thankfully, voletta prefers the demeanor of one who's content with life, as she very much is. thus her pleasant default settings. as the knife pushed through the tanned leather like butter, voletta inhaled slowly through her nostrils, pulling in every delicious scent that came with each cut. ah, that was the stuff.. alcohol? pass. cigarettes? over it. heroin? overrated. herb? well, okay but.. give her a fresh piece of leather to stuff up each nostril and voletta will be as happy as a pig in slop. her one true addiction.
the city park was a fine place to set up shop for today. voletta preferred the more public scene; it was just better for business. she sat cross-legged on the ground, settled atop a large piece of cloth dyed a vibrant shade of purple and accented with silver and lavender tassels. the whole setup was looking rather color coordinated, from her hair down to the matching table cloth she had converted into a picnic blanket. with her treasures spread out before her on display, her shop was set and voletta was settled for the morning. an elbow rested on a small cooler that she leaned against, pushing the swivel knife against the grain of the leather laid out in front of her. as she guided the cut along the path in mind, she sang along with the earbuds nestled in her lobes as they blared a jaunty tune. "...but until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know that you're coming back -- ooooh, you're coming back for me. 'cuz even though you left me here, I have nothing left to fear. these are only walls to hold me here." a favorite of hers, for sentimental reasons that will be saved for another day. for now, she was content and in her element. as she pressed the bevel into the first cut, she proceeded to strike away with the mallet in-hand. hand tooling was a favorite of hers, a full spectrum of creativity just waiting to be 'tapped' into. and so, she tapped..[/size]