Best Dressed

This dress by Givenchy was by far my absolute number one favorite dress of the night.  I'm a sucker for serious bead work and bright colors.  Nice choice Cate. 

The Waiting Game

Two peas in a pod these two are.  Waiting for their girl.

Lucky Irish

I may not be Irish, but my new(ish) last name certainly is, so I did a little line of  St. Patty's Day inspired Military Ribbon Necklaces.  Available here.

Love eggs

How cute is this?

*from here

35 Weeks

We are just about done with the nursery.  Just waiting on our glider and bookshelf to arrive, and we have a lot of new art that is getting framed!  I'm going to do a full on nursery post when it's completed.

Tuesday Poetry Post-Cartoon Physics, part 1 by Nick Flynn

Cartoon Physics, part 1
by Nick Flynn

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding,
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies
swallowed by galaxies, whole
solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning
the rules of cartoon animation,
that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries
will crash into the rock. Ten-year-olds
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down -- earthbound, tangible
disasters, arenas
where they can be heroes. You can run
back into a burning house, sinking ships
have lifeboats, the trucks will come
with their ladders, if you jump
you will be saved. A child
places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& drives across a city of sand. She knows
the exact spot it will skid, at which point
the bridge will give, who will swim to safety
& who will be pulled under by sharks. She will learn
that if a man runs off the edge of a cliff
he will not fall
until he notices his mistake.

*photo by Simen Johan

To Julie

I hope you are resting in peace old friend, and that wherever you are, there are plenty of open roads for you to run on,  that The Simpsons is on 24hours a day, you have an endless supply of microwavable pork rinds and raw cake batter, and that Michael is by your side.

Jill Stuart

I have never been a big Jill Stuart fan, but that all just changed.  Her Fall 2011 dresses and skirts are incredible!

*all images from style .com

Portfolio

I spent some time updating my website this weekend and added a new portfolio page which has a small, select collection of a few of the accessories I have made in the past two and a half years.

 

His Master's Voice

We spent the night in Michigan, had some Mexican food, watched Winters Bone and hid from the rain.  It was quite relaxing. Generally on weekends I'm up before D so I close the bedroom door to keep Woody out so he can catch up on his rest since he has to wake up so early for work every day.  Woody does not like this, and he proceeds to sit by the door every Saturday and Sunday (often times facing the door) waiting for his master to wake.  In the above shot he graced me with his gaze for a few seconds, interrupting his door side vigil for his Pa.

Dailies

December  27, 2010

4x6 inches
colored pencil on Strathmore water color paper
(this is a study from a Klimt drawing)
From my new project

Art I love

Such lovely art by Sydney Albertini.

Friday Music Muse-Castles Made of Sand by Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream you're a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, who's heart was a frown
Cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

Dailies

October 29, 2010

4x6 inches
water colors, ink, graphite and marker on Strathmore water color paper

From my new project

Dailies

October 28, 2010

4x6 inches
water colors, ink, graphite and marker on Strathmore water color paper

From my new project

34 Weeks!

 

Here I am at 8.5 months!  Yesterday my mom threw a shower for me and she worked so hard on it and it was so lovely.  Isn't that cake incredible?  My mom and dad made it!  Growing up my parents made these incredibly elaborate and creative cakes for all four of us kids for every single birthday.  My mom added a lot of special touches to the shower, like hanging my own baby shoes and old baby dresses throughout the house.  It was a great day.

Happy Valentines Day!

*image from here

Friday Music Muse-Devendra Banhart: Long Haired Child

Maybe when it's day, it's cold, and I know for certain
When I go outside and my head started hurtin
It's a winter's day and I know for certain
When I go outside my head starts hurtin
So I wrap it up in materials
Keep my hair from getting cold
I'll wrap it up in materials to
Keep my hair from getting cold
And I said tell my friends when I have kids
Yeah I said tell my friends when I have kids
I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child
I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child
When I go outside to mingle in the snow
My head looked like a globe
Ain't no hair on it at all
Do I buy a wig
Should I grow my beard
And comb it upwards
And around my ears
Well I can't wait for the kids to come
I can't wait for the kids to come
Say hey babe you no go no barbershop
Cause I want yeah I want I know for certain
I want the child to be a long-haired child
I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child
Baby that's for sure
When the snow it hits my temple
I want to rush home
Put on the kettle now
And warm my little brain
And bald head
I'm too cold to know if I'm alive or dead
But when my baby slips out my mama's womb
When my baby slips out my mama's womb
We're gonna enter a new life
Enter a new life, that's for sure
You're gonna enter your self back through your baby's front door
Now if you want that child to be a long-haired child
You're gonna make that baby be a long-haired child that's for sure
Baby, baby, that's for sure
Shoobop, shoobop

*photo by Bob Aylott

Noriko Ambe

Beautiful paper sculptures by Noriko Ambe

Fleur, Heart, Star

Fleur, Heart, Star Military Ribbon Necklace available in my shop!

 

Dailies

October 27, 2010

4x6 inches
water colors, ink, graphite and marker on Strathmore water color paper

From my new project