Tire Swings & Pretty Things: projects

28 January 2011

A picture flow of my brain...

Oh the possibilities these little elements hold....

Oh the prettiness... makes my heart beat as loud as rain on a tin roof.

That book up there? In "what's going on in Casey's Brain #1"? "You Can Color Me?"
No thank you. You are fine as you are.

It had me when those little Russian stacking dolls said Hello.

From Anthro. Of Course.

It felt like a splurge... $28 for a coloring book. But once I broke it down, it's about 56 cents per piece of artwork; good buy, I decided

The pages of prettiness are just waiting to be framed in all their black and white glory.

Now all I need is the perfect (inexpensive, safe, cute, low-maintenance city) home with deep dusty red/purple wine colored walls.

Don't you think I could find a paint named that? Me too.

... and with chippy mirrored frames.

or something of that sort...

Good Night. I'm sunk.

The euphoria!

But these goodies will wait for another day... because

TODAY IS VINTAGE MARKET DAY!

And we be poo' as we are in the lookin'-for-houses phase of our lives. Oh and Mr. Man's car got tired of starting yesterday... so it didn't. Cha. Ching $$$.

So I will bring me you back pictures of all of the lovlies I found and want to take home...

and kind of did take home! Only in 2-D form... uploaded on a computer screen.

Pray for me. For will-power. And self control.

And everlasting joy even upon leaving the market empty handed.

26 January 2011

of unlikely items becoming jewelry:

I love working with my hands. Creating something out of nothing. Experiencing a piece of someone bigger than I.

I am embarking on a scary adventure. I have never been one to do something unsafe. To dream unsafely. To actually pursue an unsafe dream. And to risk putting a piece of myself out there through my creations, which really are a piece of yourself, at the risk of being unwanted.

But I have decided it's worth it. I love to create; it's such a deep part of me, as I'm sure all creator's feel.
I find so much healing and rest in this, that it's worth it.
So Mr. Man and I have decided that creativity needs to become a common thing in our world. It needs to be a regular occurrence. And in order for that to happen, I have to take the risk of selling my stuff. Putting my stuff out there at the risk of someone looking at it objectively. Or without care and appreciation. Like I so often do to other people's stuff.

I have to sell stuff so I don't become a hoarder. And so my created stuff can actually survive (avoiding Punk Pup's digestive system).

So here's a peek into some of my first projects that are going to be on sale in some way shape or form- I'll let ya know when and where.