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Have your own flower crown custom-made for only Php 300! :)
I love making these pretty little things, but I get so attached to them once they're finished and I know they belong to a paying customer and that I'll never see nor wear them again and I'm just like, IS THIS HOW SURROGACY FEELS.
Below is my sister's crown (she's dubbed it her Autumn Revelry crown... arte), and on top is a similar order from one of her classmates except it's pink. Hope she likes it! ♡ If you want a pretty flower crown yourself, or know someone who'd love to have one, I can make one for you for P300. Each crown is unique and made with love :)
A few of my sister's classmates like the flower crown I made her so they had me customize theirs. Hope these make them feel pretty, free and forever young! ♡ :) Want one for yourself? ;)
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When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.