Today we have a small batch.
The Universe Looks at Itself.
Look at all the fancy $tones in these tiny babies. I was all "just use up all these tiny things already!" That was my creative inspiration if anyone wants to know. I'm deep.
I've been trying to make another tute and it doesn't seem to be happening. Might be that I'm having da pims from hell. I feel like I've been on the verge of getting my period for the last 2 weeks.
Bitter Poet. (happyfallout and shipwreckdandy beads. My headpins from my tute!)
It will only come after I give up any hope of it coming and decide I'm just stuck miserable forever. Once I've embraced my new reality- pow! Period. It's a Buddhist thing- once you let go, it comes to you and all that.
Even my periods are deep. What was I talking about? Oh, the tute!
Deserving Your Love. (AnvilA gave me these origami mesh lilies.)
While the tute has been not quite happening- crappy pictures... half-assed editing.... these earrings sorta showed up.
What can we learn from this? Maybe only to do easy things when one is pre-menstrual. Like making earrings. Fuck I keep having to go back and remove exclamation points. Something about writing, you wanna give emphasis... but if you bother to re-read, the exclaims don't really add anything. Just make us all look like flighty poofheads. And we all do it.
Crepuscle.
OMG- did you see Sparrow's shop is back open? Go there and get something! Help a sister out. Oh and then you can feel like at least your earlobes/wrist/neck is in one of her photographs. Man her photos kill me. She's back to raise the bar on us all....
In other news from my best friends, Corvid is now FlotsamTide. I'm going to have trouble adjusting to this... although it is a lovely name.
The Vagabond.
I had other stuff to tell you but I can't remember...
Hubs just came home and announced he'd farted on the train home and suddenly became horrified thinking it might actually have been poop. So he rode paralyzed in abject terror for 20 min til he had to stand up for his stop.
Ra.
It wasn't poop. Just a fart.
I'm like, 'if you're going to announce this to me while I'm blogging, what do you think's gonna happen?' He's like, 'your dad reads that!' I'm like... I can't remember what I was like but now I'm like hungry is what I'm like. The end.
The Universe Looks at Itself.
Look at all the fancy $tones in these tiny babies. I was all "just use up all these tiny things already!" That was my creative inspiration if anyone wants to know. I'm deep.
I've been trying to make another tute and it doesn't seem to be happening. Might be that I'm having da pims from hell. I feel like I've been on the verge of getting my period for the last 2 weeks.
Bitter Poet. (happyfallout and shipwreckdandy beads. My headpins from my tute!)
It will only come after I give up any hope of it coming and decide I'm just stuck miserable forever. Once I've embraced my new reality- pow! Period. It's a Buddhist thing- once you let go, it comes to you and all that.
Even my periods are deep. What was I talking about? Oh, the tute!
Deserving Your Love. (AnvilA gave me these origami mesh lilies.)While the tute has been not quite happening- crappy pictures... half-assed editing.... these earrings sorta showed up.
What can we learn from this? Maybe only to do easy things when one is pre-menstrual. Like making earrings. Fuck I keep having to go back and remove exclamation points. Something about writing, you wanna give emphasis... but if you bother to re-read, the exclaims don't really add anything. Just make us all look like flighty poofheads. And we all do it.
Crepuscle.
OMG- did you see Sparrow's shop is back open? Go there and get something! Help a sister out. Oh and then you can feel like at least your earlobes/wrist/neck is in one of her photographs. Man her photos kill me. She's back to raise the bar on us all....
In other news from my best friends, Corvid is now FlotsamTide. I'm going to have trouble adjusting to this... although it is a lovely name.
The Vagabond.
I had other stuff to tell you but I can't remember...
Hubs just came home and announced he'd farted on the train home and suddenly became horrified thinking it might actually have been poop. So he rode paralyzed in abject terror for 20 min til he had to stand up for his stop.
Ra.
It wasn't poop. Just a fart.
I'm like, 'if you're going to announce this to me while I'm blogging, what do you think's gonna happen?' He's like, 'your dad reads that!' I'm like... I can't remember what I was like but now I'm like hungry is what I'm like. The end.
20 comments:
I love your posts. You are crazy as a loon!!!!!!!!!! And, I'm not going to take a one, not one, out!!!! I haven't laughed so hard all day.
What Jean said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I put annoying little happy faces all over the place too!!!!!! :)
I hear you about the exclamation points. And I am starting to really dislike my habit of putting smiley faces on comments and such, because I think what I say needs validation with an emotion or emoticon. Loving the Rustic gypsy assemblage, it makes my heart smile.
Ok how is this for a compliment? My future hubs loves your blog as much as I do, and every time you post something new I read it to him out loud. He won't sit through any other woman's depiction of the pims but he'll put up with yours. He was chortling through your last story. Um now I am self conscious about my punctuation... These new earrings are wonderful. The Vagabond reminds me of Kayan neck collars in the best of ways, and that bright blue in Ra looks so lucid.
Your pet peeve is definitely the exclamation point (insert exclamations points here) and you are still an English teacher; you just can't shake it.
Now you have me thinking of how to turn an exclamation point into earrings.... I think I am going to do just that!!!
Deserving your love win my heart, through and through.
HAHA! Raise the bar my arse, you've got the bar right up there above my head where I can't get to it on account of my crippled arms. Meanwhile, all these things are deliriously beautiful. And your hub is so adorable it's getting to the point where I'm starting to think he's a just a puppy trapped in human form.
oh i forgot to say- I have been trying to use tiny things as well! trying to make miniature versions of my work, for people who like liddle fings. Like me. Also i forgot - and this is very important obviously- my pims is also raging in me. Do you reckon us chicks can synch periods just through the power of internet connection?!
oh i forgot to say- I have been trying to use tiny things as well! trying to make miniature versions of my work, for people who like liddle fings. Like me. Also i forgot - and this is very important obviously- my pims is also raging in me. Do you reckon us chicks can synch periods just through the power of internet connection?!
heh. your poop story (okay well I guess your HUB's story) reminded me of being at a brunch centuries ago where the conversation turned to tales regaled of shitting one's pants. I wonder if it's like a tequila story. Everyone has one.
Love the earrings :)Think my fave out of this batch is The Vagabond :)
And yeah, sometimes my only inspiration is to grab something and tell myself to 'do something with these already'.. and some times I just poke at them for a bit and shove them aside and go back to ignoring them ;)
And your hubby sounds like my brother... only he wouldn't have cared about having anyone know about through a blog... he'd probably end up telling them about it at the next family dinner anyhow :D
sorry about the pms from hell. I was there just a couple weeks ago. Apparently I've developed a new symptom .. clumsiness. A friends used to have it so we ALWAYS knew when it was about to hit her. Or maybe it's just bad luck that nails me during that time... that could be it... At any rate, I hope it gets on with it and grants you some peace soon ;)
You are so funny. I love the coils on the long dangling earrings. Did you make those? Looks like they were made on a golf T or something.
I'm going to have to re-read your post because I don't remember a thing after reading about the possible poop fart. I'm sure you posted some awesome pics of jewelry in there somewhere. And in all honesty, when I read the title to your post I read it as 'Little Bitch'. My eyes are a bit blurry from a migraine,and then you throw in that fart thing. You're really messing with my head today.
What a great way to get up a read your blog you are soo funny I can't stop smiling:)
Love your blog and all those great long earrings!
Loving the colours in these earrings, adore those mesh lilies and eternally grateful that your blog doesn't have scratch and sniff!
Ok. I put another bead on a pin, still staring at it and wondering...hmmm. maybe a nice little beadcap or a proper little loop and perhaps get bold and do a little dangle...while you are kicking ass over in Chi Town knocking out killer stuff one after another.$$$$$
My ears are crying over these sets - nice. Shit, now I'm taking out exclamation points. Forget it, over used or not they're going in. And the husband, atta boy! That is the best laugh I've had all day...maybe the only one too.
What just a minute... I see NO foil in any of those. Exclamation mark. So maybe pims equates to no foil? Exclamation mark. lol@beatnheart. Smiley face.
Of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See what you've done??????????? Now we'll all be over exclaiming randomly!
I KNOW that i have the poop story to beat all, involving a ......no - i can't do it to you! Maybe i'll save that dubious delight for my next post!!!
Gorgeous ear delights as ever. Really love the mesh flower ones, and those flashes of sparkly blue are fabulous next to the muted colours.
Good luck with rag week - sounds truly vile, but makes great earrings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Foil is taking a break? I just found mine in the clutter that was on my desk ("was", because I just cleaned it up, I feel so accomplished - now another year can go by ...), real gold leaf even, not the fake brass one of which I, hrm, still have some in the basement I think.
And, you know, after the poop/fart story, I can't stop looking at those scarab earings, because the dangles sort of come out of their ... yanno? Now I can't unsee it.
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