it's been a while...

i blame blogger! i blame forgetting my blog password and google account! i blame confusing reset password options!
but other than that...i blame my busy life and my lack of motivation.

anyways, i'm back.

the past few months have been a whirlwind of stress, fun, changes and overall lack of sufficient sleep (ie. no sleeping in past 12). as i lay here in bed, using my gained hour to my advantage, i feel so singular. i feel so disconnected from the outside world and so in my own head. i feel like the only thing i can do is express this feeling on my blog.

it's like the feeling i get when i have an urge to be creative. i feel it in my whole body, and i try and think of how to apply it, but i just can never seem to get it all out. i need more arts and crafts supplies handy or something...

i wanted to put a fancy picture in here to really spice up this entry but it's late, i'm exhausted and fairly unmotivated right now. viscious cycle!!! (see top)

write again soon...and with more excitement.

rainbows and r.e.m.

kitten fever

introducing...


karl




molly




and betsey.

melancholy

fuschia. f-u-s-c-h-i-a.

the only word to describe things right now: blah. b-l-a-h. blah.
there's something about walking through the pouring rain in high heels, missing true friends and job dissapointments to make you just want to curl up in bed with a book and a slice of chocolate cake. it's key to always give yourself something to look forward to. this week it's getting past tuesday.

i'm just thinking about the right words to say

love the youtube references.

i would love to pay for you

down the rabbit hole
and into the park
the day moves fast
from light to dark

the neon lights flicker on the faces
overcrowded and anxious thrifters
chocolate sprinkles stuck to my shoe laces
postcards from long lost drifters

foster mom

Currently waiting to find out if I can foster some kittens. Oooooooooh.

p.s. this is Anise, and I can't adopt her but that doesn't deny her extreme cuteness.

set your mountain on fire

fire bandits


flecks of fire flitter to the floor
making the shapes of monsters, faces and butterflies galore
bandits on the run
the fire is their only sun
crumple the newsprint and snap the twig
spotlight on our own little gig
mom jeans and scarves of silk
chocolate chip cookies and milk
extinguish the flame and venture in the dark
little bits of ash framing our mark

what i do at work

when i'm not hard at work...i try on each pair of sunglasses and shoes.

prom queen

for rhonnie, some dress options:

pink cupcake dress. oh so betsey! i love this one.

saucy little red number

little yellow ballerina!

this reminds me of the virgin suicides. i can totally picture you in it.

this one is super cute and unique! the colours are amazing and it is super flattering.

nice and simple.

so cute, so 80's, so prom!

the wolves (act I and II)

this months mission: being creative.

collage. hem. construct. organize. craft. capture. look. enhance. bead. dye. paint. decorate. remodel. zen-ify.

hey, i've seen you before right?

amigos, photographs, silks, and bonivers.

the bum lifestyle is so vital to maintain in today's busy world. first, ensure you have comfy sweats, preferably with elastic bottoms. next, take a day off when you feel like it. this is usually more successful when you take jobs that you don't make any money from. third, hang out on the balcony, smile into the sun, and exhale. listen to folk music and lounge.

kitty kitty gumdrops

pipe cleaner glasses

original sin

can i get a YAWN YAWN for fashion!?
man, i am wiped. today was very eventful. i did not want to get out of bed this morning, but i did and had a really awesome day at our fashion show. all my judges showed up, were super friendly and loved the show. excuse me while i give myself a little pat on the back.
as much as i have been complaining about these shows, and wanting to ditch all my responsibilities, i'm glad i did it. working on a show is so fun and makes it all worthwhile. it reminded me of back in the day when we'd do the recital every year. just being backstage and seeing the show all together was awesome. i can't believe how much work something so quick can take! so now we just got to do it twice again tomorrow then it'll be over. i can't wait to delete my like 200 emails from this class.

last night, meg and I had to be "security" backstage till 10. we decided we should have a photoshoot. here are the results:
as security, i really shouldn't be allowing things like this to happen. but man, i just wanna take photos.
ooh, ahhh, carpet!
tool belts!




killer squirrels!?


so now i am going to go bum around. i deserve it.
<3
p.s. also witnessed the strangest wedding today. the blind bride had to pick up her seeing eye dogs poop, and no one thought to help her? photos were taken, bubbles were blown and weirdness occured.

volume one

she can do no wrong.



lovelovelove

sentimental heart

little bunnies hopping down the street
subway tracks seperate then meet
the sun floods my eyes with blue
red shimmers, so much to do

buongiorno principessa

three burnt out best friends+ period dramas+ a mixed feeling of clarity and uneasiness= perfect blog time.

grass

the secret spot under the stairs
fold out table with my nappy hairs
pipes above, paint cans on the ground
careful to listen for a warning sound

smoke rings circle above
one closet filled with so much love
debussy playing in my mind
the place that no one can find

come in here to nurse your concussion
listen to the wall's percussion
bang your elbow on the door
feel the cold of the floor

brain child

overcoming and sticking out ruts can be tricky. but...there is a reason they're a rut, they come and go. my ruts can last anywhere from ten minutes to months. i'm currently in this rut of never knowing what to say. it's like my brain and my mouth don't match up. words can't describe the feeling of being wordless. sometimes it makes me feel like my brain is numb. suggestions for brain excercises would be much appreciated.

ultra orange and emmanuelle

Someone talkin' to my soul
Someone shakin' my knee bone
Someone ringing at my door
And I'm crawling on the floor
I got shivers on my own
I got quivers to the bone
It's contagious
Don't know why
Someone drink
My blood like a glass of wine