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January 01 2010 @ 02:03AM
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The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes. It was from facing this vast hardness that the boy's mouth had become so bitter; because he felt that men were too weak to make any mark here, that the land wanted to be let alone, to preserve its own fierce strength, its peculiar, savage kind of beauty, its uninterrupted mournfulness. Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the cities there are thousands of rolling stones like me. We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing. When one of us dies, they scarcely know where to bury him... We have no house, no place, no people of our own. We live in the streets, in the parks, in the theatres. We sit in restaurants and concert halls and look about at the hundreds of our own kind and shudder. Perhaps I am like Carrie Jensen, the sister of one of my hired men. She had never been out of the cornfields, and a few years ago she got despondent and said life was just the same thing over and over, and she didn't see the use of it. After she had tried to kill herself once or twice, her folks got worried and sent her over to Iowa to visit some relations. Ever since she's come back she's been perfectly cheerful, and she says she's contented to live and work in a world that's so big and interesting. She said that anything as big as the bridges over the Platte and the Missouri reconciled her. And it's what goes on in the world that reconciles me. I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
[willa cather]
Mostly public, don't sweat it.
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May 17 2008 @ 04:05AM
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butterfly wings in oil, set next to the snakeskin april gave me :)
& April sent so many nice pages from books, here is one I turned into a jewelry box, and there are others I need frames for!!
view from bed :)
Cant decide what to do with my sandollar collection, something that shows the insides because that's the part I like!
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May 16 2008 @ 10:05PM
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Everything is illuminated made me cry alot & I wasn't expecting to.
Summerish things:
And my new tiny shelf, 30cents and painted white. Also my new frame: russian space timeline! Very exciting.
I am determined to find a pair of kids overalls that fit: they all fit, but they are kid-sizes and not meant for my torso length, and as such they tend to kind of be too, erm, tight .. in the craw region. I feel like I have a front wedgie :P
I am also afraid one of those balloons is going to pop while I sleep & make my heart stop with fear :P
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May 14 2008 @ 08:16PM
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I found the most special fur coat! If I liked much manga/anime I might relate it as being my nana jacket! I really love fur coats, they make me feel like I ought to be smoking a stinking cigarette rimmed with trashy red lipstick and speaking russian as I drink, lonely. And a silk fan, a rosetree shadowbox, little women, which I haven't read in ages but they've been airing the movie with Wynona Rider and it got me interested, again. And some overalls.
I really want to find a biography on Josephine & Napoleon.
I rented the 2000 Hamlet with Ethan Hawke - has anyone seen it? I can't believe I haven't, but I really like modern Shakespeare so I am a little-bit excited!
Gears of war has a new trailer, did I mention that? It looks to be going the way of halo in as far as big f'ing maps - my excitement was slightly dampened!!! Hellboy2 looks questionable, edward norton as the hulk lol and didnt they JUST DO a hulk movie not significantly long ago? I can't say I am awfully excited about much, besides Mongol.
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May 10 2008 @ 04:51AM
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The tin I got for monique, in theory, whenever I send her something else - columbus :) And there is a cute birdcage, and a fruitloop shirt! I forwent it last time, but I went back just to get it because I've been thinking of it ever since! And cute wooden easter ornaments that I need to find something to do with..
& I made a new one of these, it's much bigger than the last. I am kind of considering doing an entire quilt in sqaures like this.. yes/no?
'Around the world' necklace and bracelet set I will sell :)
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May 09 2008 @ 03:13AM
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New journal page, and fun painting nebulae
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May 08 2008 @ 10:30PM
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Today! I had cramps & wanted a milkshake, again. South park with the killer whale that loves rocket ships :P
More leftovers from last night/yesterday.
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May 08 2008 @ 03:59AM
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I made musicboxes with shadowboxes & my favorite images of mozart and versaille palace - I am glad I finally found osmething to do with those images, because I have been saving them!! I like the necklace alot too :P
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May 07 2008 @ 09:13PM
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I found a basket on the curb, which my boyfriend thought was gross and listed things that had, in theory, been done to that basket in it's unfortunate lifespan. I think there were atleast five violations out of twenty that I can't imagine as possible to do with a basket, but if I ever walk in on some chap with his pants down, making vigorous love to one, I will owe my boyfriend five dollars. I wouldnt put it past him to do it himself, just to spite me, just for that five dollars, so I won't be leaving him with any of my baskets after this curious day. I spraypainted it white, though, and now it is for ribbons and laces.
I otherwise, with my day, rewatched walk hard, had crepes & a strawberry shake, blew up balloons, took a nap because balloon blowing is exhausting, took three showers from seperate stints of playing outdoors with my dog & the south is very hot early in the year, gave my hermit crabs fresh water, got this new pink dress and blue skirt - though the blue skirt is awfully too big, I will just rip out the strips of crochet in it for something else. Found one of my masquerade masks in a box, put two curls in my hair with an iron then got bored and stopped, found a music box that fits in my palm.
I love walk hard! I have a hobby where I memorize alot of lines from movies with will ferrell or john reilly, I use them alot in everyday conversation and most people assume I just like making offensive remarks, but they all have a reason. I am having a hard time with this movie, it has less lines to use in everyday replies. So far my favorite line is aint no musician ever made no money, ever, but how do you work that into banter? They have a new movie coming out together, step brothers, and I think that will give me the lines I need; already from just the trailer I have taken "as soon as your eyes shut, I am going to punch you square in the face."
Does anyone have shadows of a leader (about qaddafi's female elites)? I have been trying to find it on ebay and no luck, and it's nowhere around here for rent or buy - I'd even settle for a torrent but I can't find one!
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May 07 2008 @ 05:50AM
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His face, when he spoke of what he loved, took on a youth not seen for half a century. "Weren't ever taught to read music," he said shy, embarrassed, and wringing the back of his neck. Poppa wore his work gently, kindly, without expectation that it might ever be noticed - why should it? I'd last left him sitting by the glowing peat, his arthritic hands held out to the warmth. He died on the twenty-third of August, not leaving much to his legacy besides a daughter of the soil and a few half-finished fiddles that hung from the rafters of the barn, looking sad like crooked teeth or a dirty dress on a fresh-faced child who ought have nice things. I wondered, as I stood there at the threshhold while the Miller brothers covered him with dirt by the new crop, if I'd ever see him again. I wished - somewhere between a prayer to some god and just a forlorn afterthought in my own simple head, that surely I would. I watched a long twilight envelope the farm - swallows and martins coursed, and the lonely call of a curlew sounded overheard. "Don't stay too long in this place, or it will capture you, and it will keep you!" my father had warned me a few winter's ago, laughing at his own misfortune at having been caught by the smell of crabs steamings, the croakers out of water burping their swan-song, pale green foliage cascading down stucco walls. The land lends me a soft sigh, having plenty to share, and it brings the smell of mowed meadows and cattle. A planet burns on the horizon, then the first stars appear. A line of purple dusk steals across in a band, then it is night. I'd have told him, so he would've known the greatness of the small life he'd lived, that he had learned to read music, he'd read it with seventy-two years: the music of colorful bruises, swollen ankles, and sore muscles. Of rivers that share the names of lost tribes, and locomotives creeping from the darkness to shake the earth. Of blue jeans on the line, of pancake breakfasts at the little league on the first day of small-game season. Of Saguraros crowned with cream-colored waxen flowers and towering buttles, mechanical pickers combing cotton and bouquets of irrigation tubes. His masterpieces were hammers clanging on anvils, of saws cutting through wood, of telling his daughter the stories his father'd told him.
The land'll keep me just as it kept him.
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May 07 2008 @ 04:06AM
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I got these books for the illustrations.
And I made a crown and dress. It's s short dress, with about 20 layers of tulle, some of it lined with lace, the top seam lol, so bad. And the crown is wire, ribbon and pearls :P
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May 06 2008 @ 05:08PM
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Kiska-Khovra, like any respectable russian rabbit, had aspired to dance delightfully as a ballerina.
(Is she okay!? I have never made a rabbit and a part of me fears she looks more like a mouse. I am debating making a deer friend for her, or doing the shining twins next.) Anyway, her sweet tulle and blue lace dress, and her adorable room with shelves that hold ballerina dancers, ducks, and a carrot in a jar! And the heart pillows I sewed for her <333
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The Marie Antoinette bio is better than I expected; Versailles all over my fingers!
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May 05 2008 @ 08:28PM
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I sold my dollie! I am almost sad to see her go, but I don't have room for so much and she is going to a good home :) I am thinking of my next one, I was thinking maybe a rabbit-doll with frilly dress! I am alsothinking of trying a marionette/ventriloquist-like doll, with a hinge-joint mouth - I just imagine the mouth would stay open alot, I don't know!!
I am making a diorama-like setup for a dollroom, I may or may not add a second wall but it's going to be very open, and I have a little saw to make furniture - I am going to try a canopy bed and a little wire birdcage!!
Cast-iron minis I picked up from an antique store, for the dollroom. Look at that globe!! I need a globe like this!!
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May 04 2008 @ 08:08PM
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Reposting nw photos of the marie dollie and her two outfits and wig, as I wanted some natural light! I deleted the others because they looked drabby!!
Her spring dress, jewelry and birdnest wig :)
Blanket I crochet'd for her!
Reeeee-arranged. I do that alot.
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May 03 2008 @ 10:08PM
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Texan:
Here is a land of long horizons, alternately drab and dazzling. The sun flares above prairie settings and sere hills, caressing old spanish missions, oil fields, remote ranches, the dew-kissed produce of early market. It searches out the gaudy city folk; the neon signs, so bright with promise only one dusk ago, fade and expire as morning suffuses the sky. The honky-tonks reeking, now, of stale beer and of love lost, sleep dumbstruck in the dawn. Beside the brazos, the mesquite and cottonwoods take shape in the dim pewter light. Bluesy crescendos of dixieland jazz played by a combo that cares. The timeless ritual of the mass unfolds to mariachi rhythms; guitars sob for a crucified god and worshippers raise their voices loud and strong for the redemption of us all. Semi-trailers roar along the interstate with hardwood logs and pigs for slaughter. Waves of black-eyed susans spring from the rubble of derelict cars. The regulars tell me that peach blossoms danced like loose-leaf snow from the bullets, and that you can buy panoramic postcards where X marks the spot of the murder. Plastered with maple leaves, covered in velvet moss, the random clusters of conifers defoliated by insects or fire, skeletal, ghostly, still straight. A living lost world, a kaleidoscope of kelp, an endemic eden, the heartbeat of older, gentler people who've gained wealth but lost love (for what it's worth). Battered cars or vans stuffed with clothes and children, windshields scarred by flying gravel- under streaks of gritty mud you can make out the defiant bumperstickers of clashing races, origins, ideals and wars fought for the land (Remember the Alamo!) Just passing through, lured by the mirage of freedom and a fresh start, never seeing past the gas pump: the hidden, self-absorbed world of those who, in their own way, have reached their destination.
Abandoned riverboat, rusting in peace - day or night, the procession of searching headlights pass on. Fragments from infancy in gilded gold frame of the heart, flesh-toned crust and accidents of time that cloak corroded torsos. The taste of fried soft-crab, the scent of wisteria growing against mellow brick, and the whistle of duck wings in a starlit winter sky: stapled sharp and true as figures found on maps: davy crockett and silent cannons, springs green kiss and stately plantation homes built with the tobacco trade, fiddles that sing in ballrooms and mockingbirds in boxwood gardens.
I could learn to love the history like a home.
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May 03 2008 @ 02:15AM
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My sweet little sewish area <3
I am going to texas for the weekend :O For a day. Not worth the travel!!!
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May 02 2008 @ 09:02PM
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More millinery flowers that I salvaged from some old bridal bouquet. A veletish forever 21 dress & a sweet white lacey dress for my collection. Two pounds of vintage laces, linings, buttons and snaps. Someone in the store thought I was getting married because of all the stuff in my arms and after saying so she hummed the aisle song for me o.o;;; NO!! If I ever get married it will be naked in nature, with trees and deer and god and a spouse who will not tell me that he loves me, but instead read from Oh, pioneers! as what takes the place of a band (rightly, I will instead have members from a civil war reenactment) charge the field and guns shoot & fireworks explode to words about the ferocity of the land and a woman's soul and he kisses me hard, on the lips, to battlecries demanding the freedom to deny others freedom and I swoon in the stubborn, persistent, demanding southern american spirit that protects it's own.
Carried away.
Anyway. ANYWAY. I really need ideas on storing all my sewing supply stuff, not so much to use it because I dont so much 'sew' as I 'pretend to sew', but more to display it. I was thinking one of those plant baskets you hang by a chain, hanging from my ceiling over my sewish table. I asked my mom, even, because she has sewn since she was 12 - she came in, gazed around & suggested a bowl. Really! 60+ years of living and that's what she says, a bowl. I dont think she was really trying to think, though - she seemed more interested in my bull run prints.
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May 01 2008 @ 08:08PM
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Finished some stuff! A romeo + juliet charm that has sold, a sweet little brown leather book - I love the way the edge staining & distressing came out - it makes me think of an old time western book; were I more creative I would totally get a nice thick lead pencil and make fake entries in it & ledgers etc. Aw. & my goldleaf book, which came out better than I expected!! The goldleaf looks so nice & the modge podge totally sealed it in!
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April 30 2008 @ 08:15PM
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I made waffles ;_;
tulle & crepe paper roses
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