Showing posts with label jewelry made by my mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jewelry made by my mom. Show all posts

Friday, December 14, 2012

in november

On the love seat,
 I realize I hear faint traces of music. 


My friend made my headband for my birthday

My cellphone isn't ringing.
 The TV isn't on, nor the stereo. 


My mom made this bracelet for my birthday


I look towards the window,
and see shadows of my love.


My blouse is thrifted

He must have gone running today,
and that's his music.



These boots are thrifted


That's why the backdoor is unlocked.
He's cooling down from his run.
It's his music I hear.



My dress is thrifted
These photos were taken in November 2012


My friends
in November 2012

My friend wearing her fierce boots


My friend X's painted pumpkin



My painting created in 
Art Journal Conversion Class by Roben-Marie Smith



To check out photos from when we say

Shiny Toy Guns
  in concert in May 2009 look here.




Le Disko by Shiny Toy Guns

...We're gonna ride the race cars


We’re gonna dance on fire


We’re the girls Le Disko

Supersonic overdrive


So what's it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer....

Sunday, June 10, 2012

it's a brown thing

You've seen these thrifted pants here before.
My blouse is also thrifted. I like that it's brown lace.



...moving, rippling with ornately patterned puddles: a diamond, a tapestry, star-crossed lovers, a wrinkle in time. It was beautiful... from book Love Will Tear Us Apart by Sarah Rainone


My mom made the necklace & bracelet you see.

My mom also made the middle silver
 and brown bracelet.
When I bought this thrifted purse,
I didn't notice the Tommy Hilfiger  label.
I wonder if it's real or fake. 


Here's some recent art my guy and I saw.

by Gladys Poorte 
 by Gladys Poorte.
by Gladys Poorte 

Here's my art journal pages
 using collage, paint, colored pencils drawings.
The words on the right page are lyrics
from the song "Wounded" by Third Eye Blind.

"Wounded" video by Third Eye Blind


from book Love Will Tear Us Apartby Sarah Rainone


...But how could I have expected them to remember that? They weren't like me, marking every occasion not with words spoken, but with the music that drowned them out...
from book Love Will Tear Us Apart by Sarah Rainone