...Back on track?

Yes, I have apparently stopped writing in my quote-unquote blog. But wait, what's this? Some sort of Winter Holiday Miracle sent from the shiny feathery things in the sky? Let's just say yes, and not spend any more time thinking about it.  

   

In the mean time, I have actually been quite productive. Look at all these pretty pretty necklaces! All sparkly and shiny and old/new! 

I quite like them, if I may say so myself. You may say so too, if you choose.

And while I won't promise to write to you all nightly, like the diary I had in fifth grade, I will promise to write stuff. You know, like, when it occurs to me that I've done something worth writing about.

(PS - I have new things in the shop! Yay! OMG! Wowzeroni)

My distaste for permanence

Good morning, my many mystical muffincakes!

Today I am lamenting the permanent qualities of permanence.  I'm not really the type of person who does well with making decisions that cannot be unmade. Example: I'm in a buffet line ready for dessert. What do I pick? The pie? The cake? The ice cream?  All three, obviously, because then you don't risk regrets.

So, you wonder, what in the world is this girl rambling about?  The name! The Mighty Sprout! I keep wanting to change it as I think of things that I like more.

Wouldn't MossMoss be a nice name? Or Victorious?

I'm tempted, dear friends, tempted indeed...

Mission failed.. for now.

Well, it looks like I won't be selling my pieces at any of the Providence Open Markets this summer! But, as they say, que sera sera... right?
And I made a (feeble) attempt at contacting a real live shop person about putting my work in there. Not so much luck. As my boss occasionally tells me, I need to grow some cojones.
Life is just a work in progress, right?

If only I was super wealthy...

Stuff I want (that I can't make):

this pretty house.

Any one of these gorgeous wallets.

Despite the fact that I no longer wear backpacks, this "rucksack" is pretty rockin'.

And this lovely floral bracelet (although I'm totally wishing it was a ring).

Permanent decisions...

After having a good third of my favorite mole lopped off for "testing," I realized with a rather large amount of embarrassment about how much I like that freakishly large freckle.  If it was gone (due to some not-so-awesome melanoma-thing), I would feel completely lopsided.  

So that's when I started thinking to myself, my little lovely friendersons. "Perhaps," I thought, "it is time to acquire another inky bit of artwork on my body.  (Yes, Mom, I can hear you groaning from here)  I'd like something on the back of my shoulder.  Sort of planty... fern-ish... floral.  Yup.

There's my inspiration.  Not sure how I feel about color.  Feel free to um... send me some motivational words to push me closer to the dude with the needle.

Holy Poodle Poop! Animals in clothes!

Hold your freakin' horses, Batman! Do you see that ewe over there? Dressed in plaid?
Well I do. Here.
And let me tell you, there isn't much in the world that I love more than animals in human clothing. It's sooooo gooooood!

Please note: I recognize that this is not a ewe, as I had forementioned. I chose the image after. And upon searching for ewes dressed in plaid, I came up empty handed.

First try - feedback?

I had this whole conversation with a cashier while buying a bottle of wine yesterday.  She liked my tattoo, and we started talking about feathers and jewelry making and all sorts of fantastic things like that.  She mentioned that she makes feather headbands, and I thought to myself "Hey you! You should try that! Don't you have bags of feathers to use?"
And then I told myself "yeah, yeah i do."
So I took that bottle of wine, which I refer to as Creepy Baby Wine (as it has a picture of a creepy baby on the label) and went outside with my supplies.  My end result was this:

A good first try, I think.  Perhaps it needs more feathers?