As my long time readers know, I am a crafter. I am a beader. I am a sewer. I am a maker. I've painted a picture or two. (Although they never end up displayed and often never see the light of day.) I've written a song. (Note: one song.) I like for people to notice an original item and ask where it comes from so I can step up on my proud little high horse and say, "Oh, I made that."
Does that make me sound smug? If it does, then please know that I haven't been able to be smug in a long time. Too long. How long has it been since I crafted, you say? One month? Two? Tres? The real, honest to goodness answer is that I don't know how long it's been. Do you feel bad for me yet?
Don't feel too bad because I've been living vicariously through the fabulous crafters on Design*Sponge who create beautiful dog beds from old suitcases, doily bowls, or knitted cozies. Their DIY section is full of things that make me want to hop into Red Betty (That's the name we gave my car after a trip to Baker's Square, but that story is for another time), drive to my local craft friendly store, and go berserk with the oodles and oodles of crafty-type items that are available.
I reccommend that take a look-see with caution. You may develop an irresistable urge to break out the materials needed to get your craft on. And I cannot be held accountable for missed appointments, abandoned children, or lost jobs.
Showing posts with label Artsy Fartsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Artsy Fartsy. Show all posts
25 March 2008
31 January 2008
Hoop
I feel the need to hoop. But this winter weather is really keeping me down. I thought about clearing some space in the living room but if I take out the TV or Bridge Man's hand made book shelf I'll have some 'splainin to do. So I thought I'd share a hooping video with you guys thinking that it might inspire you to head to your local hardware store to pick up some PVC pipe and electrical tape. Enjoy.
21 December 2007
What I do to keep my mind off things.
I blog and I bead...
It's amazing how therapeutic this is, I highly recommend it.
But after two or three pieces and several trips to the bead store, your fiance may begin to wonder if you're spending money wisely.
So you tell him that you're giving them away as gifts for the holidays. Genius!
The above necklace is my favorite piece so far. I'm in necklace love.
It's amazing how therapeutic this is, I highly recommend it.
But after two or three pieces and several trips to the bead store, your fiance may begin to wonder if you're spending money wisely.
So you tell him that you're giving them away as gifts for the holidays. Genius!
The above necklace is my favorite piece so far. I'm in necklace love.
15 August 2007
Hobby #1
I am an amateur photographer. This is what I have to show for it...
I call this one "Duck Butt"
This is just one of the 56 trillion pictures of the sky that I have taken. Right after a torrential downpour the sky was literally the color of fire and I was so drawn to it I just grabbed my camera and walked around taking pictures until the sky cleared.
I went to see Obama announce his candiacy for president and ended up watching the security for most of the time.
My friend J and I chilled in the grass with a bottle of Molti Bianchi. She wasn't aware I was taking this picture.
I took this picture while I was standing in the Pacific Ocean in So. Cal. This is where I belong and I can't wait to go back.
Bridge Man took this picture - it's a view from Hollywood Blvd. This one's my absolute favorite.
I call this one "Duck Butt"
This is just one of the 56 trillion pictures of the sky that I have taken. Right after a torrential downpour the sky was literally the color of fire and I was so drawn to it I just grabbed my camera and walked around taking pictures until the sky cleared.
I went to see Obama announce his candiacy for president and ended up watching the security for most of the time.
My friend J and I chilled in the grass with a bottle of Molti Bianchi. She wasn't aware I was taking this picture.
I took this picture while I was standing in the Pacific Ocean in So. Cal. This is where I belong and I can't wait to go back.
Bridge Man took this picture - it's a view from Hollywood Blvd. This one's my absolute favorite.
06 July 2007
Today I Choose Life - A Dedication
Today I choose life-
Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain, To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices- today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. To embrace the fear of not knowing, of not having control over much of anything except my reaction to it and the control I have over my self and my actions. I let go of my sadness over past hurts to make room for today's journey. I've heard that life is a series of old doors closing and new doors opening, but its hell in the hallways. The fear of not knowing- were the next 30 days shown to me, would I want to go through the motions of reliving what I had been shown? Or would I want to prevent problems and change my own destiny? Well, I cannot tell the future but I can choose to direct my heart and soul towards good and loving acts- to say a silent prayer for the happiness of all- for the good to shine through. Just by thinking one positive thought I am redirecting my moment, my day, my life. Today I choose-
lol
Kevyn
This is a letter written by my favorite make-up artist Kevyn Aucoin written in April of 2002, less than a month before he passed away. His words, to me are like poetry and are endlessly inspiring. What inspires you??
Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain, To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices- today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. To embrace the fear of not knowing, of not having control over much of anything except my reaction to it and the control I have over my self and my actions. I let go of my sadness over past hurts to make room for today's journey. I've heard that life is a series of old doors closing and new doors opening, but its hell in the hallways. The fear of not knowing- were the next 30 days shown to me, would I want to go through the motions of reliving what I had been shown? Or would I want to prevent problems and change my own destiny? Well, I cannot tell the future but I can choose to direct my heart and soul towards good and loving acts- to say a silent prayer for the happiness of all- for the good to shine through. Just by thinking one positive thought I am redirecting my moment, my day, my life. Today I choose-
lol
Kevyn
This is a letter written by my favorite make-up artist Kevyn Aucoin written in April of 2002, less than a month before he passed away. His words, to me are like poetry and are endlessly inspiring. What inspires you??
03 July 2007
Where, Oh Where, Has My Little Muse Gone?
Last night I spent my time on activities that epitomize the floating of my proverbial boat. If you don't know what I mean by this, take a moment to check out my profile.
Over my lunch hour I forwent the notion of foodstuff and nourishment and instead went to the bead store so eloquently named, The Beaded Pig. I spent my allotted hour sifting through oodles of gems, beads, charms, ornaments, crystals, chains, stones, tools, thread, glass, and other such fabulous trinkets. I was in 'pig' heaven as I exited the store with purchases in hand. My mind was all atwitter with inspiration. So much so, I barely made it through the rest of the daily grind.
Now, for my fellow virtuosos out there, you know as well as I that inspiration is fleeting. Once it's gone, it's gone. Forever. You must then move past that moment and wait ever-so patiently for the next. Well, if you haven't figured it out by now, my muse... my flash of inspiration... my motivation was gone. Before you roll your eyes, you have to understand, for me ideas come at the most inoppotune times. In a dream at 2 a.m. While I'm driving through a torrential rain storm. And once they come, I hold on to them with the grip of Andre the Giant.
After work, I sat in vain with my pieces, moving and shifting them from one spot to the next in hopes of regaining a sliver or remnant of my previous brainchild. Yet again, nothing. Desperately, I went out into the more commercial world of retail to hit up some craft stores. However, nothing is open in this town past dusk. I could see tumbleweeds for crying out loud! (Not really, I live in the midwest.) I did find a store with 10 more minutes before closing time and as a last ditch effort purchased a canvas and some paints. (Not even close to beading, I know.) With this medium, I had no trouble finding inspiration which resulted in a gloomy nude painting. It seems that the imaginative winds are a-changin for this wannabe artisan.
We'll have to wait to see what the future holds.
Over my lunch hour I forwent the notion of foodstuff and nourishment and instead went to the bead store so eloquently named, The Beaded Pig. I spent my allotted hour sifting through oodles of gems, beads, charms, ornaments, crystals, chains, stones, tools, thread, glass, and other such fabulous trinkets. I was in 'pig' heaven as I exited the store with purchases in hand. My mind was all atwitter with inspiration. So much so, I barely made it through the rest of the daily grind.
Now, for my fellow virtuosos out there, you know as well as I that inspiration is fleeting. Once it's gone, it's gone. Forever. You must then move past that moment and wait ever-so patiently for the next. Well, if you haven't figured it out by now, my muse... my flash of inspiration... my motivation was gone. Before you roll your eyes, you have to understand, for me ideas come at the most inoppotune times. In a dream at 2 a.m. While I'm driving through a torrential rain storm. And once they come, I hold on to them with the grip of Andre the Giant.
After work, I sat in vain with my pieces, moving and shifting them from one spot to the next in hopes of regaining a sliver or remnant of my previous brainchild. Yet again, nothing. Desperately, I went out into the more commercial world of retail to hit up some craft stores. However, nothing is open in this town past dusk. I could see tumbleweeds for crying out loud! (Not really, I live in the midwest.) I did find a store with 10 more minutes before closing time and as a last ditch effort purchased a canvas and some paints. (Not even close to beading, I know.) With this medium, I had no trouble finding inspiration which resulted in a gloomy nude painting. It seems that the imaginative winds are a-changin for this wannabe artisan.
We'll have to wait to see what the future holds.
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