i walk upon the river like it's easier than land

I know I keep talking about him, but I forgot to tell you about The Tallest Man On Earth show last week.  So I'm going to.

• It was epic.
• Kristian Matsson is just one of those artists.  Just is.
• Best encore I've ever experienced.  I can't and won't try to describe it, but here is a clip, and Julia remembered a line from The Perks of Being a Wallflower that says it all: "and in that moment, I swear we were infinite."

Luckily for you, I just stumbled upon this blog post (by Heather Browne) that describes what I can't about his music.  Perfectly.  Read it, especially if you've ever experienced music taking your breath and words away.  There are song links (like, um, a cover of Graceland) at the bottom that are too good to miss and put my measly little video captures to shame.   


Your welcome.


and Alma, thank you.

a look of enduring elegance

I'm not going to lie.  Being out of school is kind of awesome. I'm about to drink red wine, watch 500 Days of Summer, make some jewelry, and flip through these beauties. . .

(yes, that is fabric on the covers!)

(haha. . .too good)

(!!!)

(SO what I'm going for)

; )

oh yeah, and. . .

enough said.

i built a levee of the stars

I'm certainly not complaining, but I have inspiration and ideas and to-do and to-read lists overflowing to a point where I'm not sure how or where to start.  Ahhh!

There are two new resources in particular that I wanna share.

1) I went to Barnes and Noble to buy Fiber Arts and saw this little gem, bought it and every page was a treat.  The texture of the paper they print on, the fonts, the articles, photography, all of it was fabulous.  Mmmm.  Such a fan.  The best part?  Almost all of the ads are for humanitarian and eco-friendly companies and organizations.

2) Craft podcasts.  Hello, where have I been?  CraftSanity and CraftyPod are the first I've delved into.  So far so good.

In other news, thrifting was especially good yesterday. . .

Tomorrow, we're going to talk about how amazing old record players are.  Especially my grandma's and especially when listening to this album :)

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xoxo

update

As I suspected, removing all of the artistic rules I subject myself to has created some freedom around my productivity.  My website is almost done (yes, again) and the vintage shop is growing slowly but surely.  I decided that rather than trying to photograph, edit and post everything right away, I'll be posting 3 items a day.

The shop so far. . .

The site so far. . . I might completely change my mind about the feel of it (because I do that) but we'll see :)  It is always hard for me to flawlessly combine crafty and classy so if you have any constructive feedback, please share!

ahem

it's 12:50 AM.

i should be fast asleep. 

but after an EPIC show (for a later post) 

and fantastic conversation with my (cooler than everyone) friend Julia, 

i'm eating Cracklin' Oat Bran 

and reveling 

in how stoked i am that the geniuses behind Suave 

decided to make

 a Rosemary & Mint shampoo + conditioner.  

invigorating is an understatement.

in other news:

this week, my goal

(among other goals) 

is to make the worst 

(yes, worst)

jewelry/art/photos/etc. 

that i can possibly stomach,

(and bask in creative abandon)

just to see what happens.  

goodnight.    

wow, maybe too many self portraits for one week.
but whatever.

*glasses, to be attempted.  courtesy of Julia*

when the wind is on the moon

It is my hope that life continues to lovingly push me out of my comfort zone, to learn new things, adapt to new circumstances, meet new people and always be in a process of discovery.

As for the rest, patience and love, and a little Alexi. . . 

i can sometimes be a font snob

The three amigos I went to San Francisco with in March can attest to my pure hatred for Papyrus, since I took every opportunity I could to vocalize it.  So, this is really funny. . .

(via BitBox by deviantmonk)

Oh man, now I kinda feel like a jerk.  

thinking aloud

It's 12:57 AM -- another failed attempt at going to bed "early" (aka: before midnight).  But when a girl needs to write, a girl needs to write.


Today I jumped on TRAX (after missing it three separate times. . .don't even ask) to head to Draper and see my sweet niece and nephew.  It was fun but I don't have any pictures to prove it.


Aside from reading 70s nursery rhymes, eating goldfish crackers and playing peek-a-book, I had one of those super clumsy, disorganized, disheveled, ungrounded days.  I was practically tripping over my own feet, my hair felt weird on my head and I just couldn't quite get comfortable in my skin.  You know, one of those days.  I'm extra excited to wake up tomorrow morning just to prove to myself I can be a bit more graceful.


Anyway, I have been feeling REALLY restless the last week or two.  Worse than ever maybe.  I like to think it's some version of my higher self begging for a change, but it could just be spring fever.  Spring fever that starts every year around mid March, mellows by mid June, and is gone by August.  Blame it on the weather, doshas, the moon, my personality, etc.  The thing is, what would I change?  This question keeps ringing in my ears and my mind too frequently bounces to that one line in my favorite play when Clov says to himself, "But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go."


Right now I want to go live in Italy or NYC, I want to write, and I want to see the world with new eyes.  There is of course, a second question I keep asking myself: what am I waiting for?

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In cuter, funnier news, these (via weheartit) cheer me up:

Heehee.  Goodnight for now.

xoxo

oh Gio

It's been a few weeks and I still haven't introduced you to my new love.  Meet Gio. . .

He is about 90% Italian, vintage, and pretty fast.  If this weather ever stays nice, Ned has some competition.  

Popetastic

A few months ago I had one of those moments.  You know, the "wow, I want to photograph him/her."  I tend to immediately come out and tell these people about my desire to put them in front of my camera, and sometimes they're receptive and something they think I'm creepy.  Luckily, Pope didn't think I was creepy, and for that I am grateful.  Because. . .

    

Muchas gracias mi amigo.