I'm a little abrasive and am sometimes known as '80 Grit.' So I love sparkles and fluffy things that make me cry (seriously), and all that girly stuff, especially vintage, but I also like loud music, not showering regularly, and tattoos. After all, I am pretty bad ass. I live with CTA, an old cat, and the infamous Naughty Naughty Bacon in the photographer's old house on Commonwealth. I love to make pretty things and reading beat-nik books. I like wedding planning even though that probably jinxes my shot at one. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd get a lot more accomplished, but right now, I'm ok with that.
adorable grab bag-like pack, ready for crafting. They just beg to be sorted and admired. I'm so anal that I will open, admire, decide that whatever project I was going to use them for, is just not good enough, put them away, only to repeat the process numerous times with different projects. This is the same reason that I still have a box full of stickers from when I was little because no school folder ever deemed itself worthy. Analyze that.
So every year since I can remember, I've always headed to the Hebron Harvest Fair in Septmeber. It was always the week after school started and a reason to celebrate. It was an excuse to eat too much, hang out with friends, and spend $4.00 on powdered lemonade. My mom would always make me get 'dinner' fried dough, because when it has sauce on it, it must be healthier! This year was a little sad though, empty booths due to expensive fees, really high ticket prices, and a lack of raspberry lime rickeys made me realize the commercialization of the little town I grew up in. With a single ride on the ferris wheel (which was not even running) at a staggering $5.25, I stuck with my corn dog and enjoyed the demolition derby with old friends and new ones.One of the few running rides
I have such a soft spot for these old pick-ups. On one hand I am very practical, as in 'I can't get a truck, I cart oo many friends around' or "no, the gas is too expensive for the amount of driing I do.' Then the other little guy on my shoulder says 'But they're amazing! Think of how cute you'd be in it!' Isn't these a saying about real girls driving trucks....the last two are even for sale!
So of all the shapes out there, I think a traditional heart can be pretty lame. Now don't get me wrong, they are perfect for Valentine's day and always cute when signed at the bottom of love notes, but considering what they really look like, they are a weak excuse for the real thing. Anatomical heart are amazing. So intrique and complex...and we've all got one!
So this past weekend, my besty and I went to see Blink-182. We had been mega fans when we were in High School, approximately ages 13-17. Now, at the ripe age of 23, one of us is married, and quite pregnant (not me), and we have realized that we are just too old (or 'matuuure' as L puts it) to sit on garbage bags on a wet hill, while people slide into us with muddy shoes, too drunk to navigate the incline. Also, to my mother's delight, I'm sure, we realized that teenage angst and ridiculous lyrics are not becoming on three thirty-something men with children and families. Nor is it becoming on two twenty three year old women....unless it is a very hot, August night, when Taco Bell is an absolute necessity. However, this night was not tonight. I still love Weezer none the less.
Once I have a house, I don't think I'd do wall to wall carpeting. First I loathe vacuuming. Secondly, my allergies would probably appreciate one less place for the enemy to hide. Thirdly, I love hardwood...and painted hardwood....and maybe some checkered linoleum in the kitchen!
So here's a belated birthday wish to a man that will NEVER EVER read this. Because he doesn't use a computer, or a pager, or a cellphone. Its part of his charm. The Out-of-Touch-with-Technology Mountain Man charm. The other part of his charm is the fact that he is absolutely incapable of taking a picture with his mouth closed. So here's to you Dad. Happy Birthday! And P.S. You will have a surprise birthday party. Whether you like it or not.
How amazing is this work?! Normal people might connect these images with Halloween, but I'd keep it up all year. Hiller's altered engravings differ so much from his ink drawings and skull plates, all of them intrique and beautiful.
Needless to say, I'm just a bit over whelmed. Between being extremely under staffed at work, blowing up with hives and then becoming the Incredible Hulk on Prednisone, and dealing with family stuff and everyday life....its just too much. Anyway, I've been doing an awful job of taking pictures, but here's some of the most recent ones.