I love to paint with my hands. Fingers. Fist. Knuckles. Palms. Nails. Thumbs. Fingertips. Big sweeping motions. Small delicate strokes. Pitter-Pattery dancing dots. Strong intense pounding. Scratching through to the undercoat. Rhythmic knocking.
Put on the music, let the world spin on its axis. No one can touch me in that place. That place where my heart touches the paper through my skin.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Put on your pretty skirt
This skirt from Anthropologie was my inspiration for today's upcycled skirt. I love the rolled hem combined with a classic pencil skirt.
My version of Anthropologie's skirt. I used an old pair of pants, cut them down to size. I sewed about a 2.5 inch hem and played with the fabric, separating it, rolling it and pinning it in place. I stitched the creases, folds and rolls in place. A new skirt, ready to wear!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Random facts
My fingernails are 10 different colors.
I prefer salad to be cooked.
My house is covered with clothes from Goodwill that I am redesigning.
I like my chocolate dark.
I forgot to put stamps on my outgoing mail today, so the postman kindly left them in the box.
I am addicted to good coffee!
Tell me a random fact about yourself.
I prefer salad to be cooked.
My house is covered with clothes from Goodwill that I am redesigning.
I like my chocolate dark.
I forgot to put stamps on my outgoing mail today, so the postman kindly left them in the box.
I am addicted to good coffee!
Tell me a random fact about yourself.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A second glance
This little dress is a gift for my niece. But it has a fun story with it.
Once upon a time, there was an unloved dress. It used to have a home and be a little girl's favorite dress until one day she caught it on a nail and ripped it. Mom donated the dress to a thrift store. The dress was excited to see who her new owner would be. But day after day, she hung on the rack. No one seemed interested once they saw the rip in her neckline. That thrift store got tired of her and donated her to another thrift store. This time, she didn't even get a hanger. People came along and dug down in the bin she was lying in. They would pick her up, shake her out and toss her back in. But one lady came along, picked her up, smoothed out her wrinkles, gently touched the rip and talked about ways to fix it. The lady bought the dress. She washed it, sewed up the rip and made puffy little flowers for the neckline. Now, the dress was fit for a princess. And that was just who was going to get to wear her! Little Princess Emily.
Once upon a time, there was an unloved dress. It used to have a home and be a little girl's favorite dress until one day she caught it on a nail and ripped it. Mom donated the dress to a thrift store. The dress was excited to see who her new owner would be. But day after day, she hung on the rack. No one seemed interested once they saw the rip in her neckline. That thrift store got tired of her and donated her to another thrift store. This time, she didn't even get a hanger. People came along and dug down in the bin she was lying in. They would pick her up, shake her out and toss her back in. But one lady came along, picked her up, smoothed out her wrinkles, gently touched the rip and talked about ways to fix it. The lady bought the dress. She washed it, sewed up the rip and made puffy little flowers for the neckline. Now, the dress was fit for a princess. And that was just who was going to get to wear her! Little Princess Emily.
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