Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Born in A Barn and Other Random Thoughts


Everytime we buy a lottery ticket, we have the same discussion. Much like the rest of the gambling world, we play "Just what would you do?"

I want to live in a barn. An old, stone and leaf covered place. Acreage with huge trees and sun that rises to peek into my kitchen windows. A dusty old place with pockmarked floors and a fireplace where the mantle starts at my forehead.

A place for a studio high in the rafters. A home that smells like apple pie and clean linen sheets.





So, now that working for the sole purpose of making money is over-what then?

-Sewing classes. To make replicas of these:




-Time for creating





Just the beginning of the Big list. And sorry to say, no winning numbers this week.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Rebekaha inspired by Julie the Great

After reading about Julie Nutting and being beyond inspired (check her gallery here), I've been wanting (dying to, actually) try my hand at paper couture.

Here's my version....



Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Marilyn


1. 8-12-2007 b, 2. oh simple thing, 3. 54 / 365, 4. marilyn monroe, 5. XI , 6. marilyn monroe, 7. Untitled, 8. Lips Like Sugar, 9. thinking in moderation, 10. Yummy.

Lately, I've had this obsession with piercing my lip. Am I too old to do this? I think as long as you can do somthing with confidence, age doesn't matter.

I thought that, still do to a certain extent, but I've also seen lately some serious fashion no-no's from confident women trying to pull off too short skirts, and too tight shirts. Belly baring should be reserved for toddlers only. If you bend over and can feel a breeze-don't do it. Confidence or not, it looks plain dumb.

Sometimes I just want to bust out of my shell---die my hair blue, pierce my lip, stand up and tell the rudey tooties that they're just plain mean, tell the dude bragging about his 6+ figure income that I'm so unimpressed, say to the complainer to just please leave me alone that I don't care.

Will that then make me look just plain dumb? Will it make me sound rude? Will someone think less of me?

What am I so scared of? Does everyone have this longing to change it up?