Handmade- from metal to statements

These pieces started off as simple metal and now they have been transformed into statement pieces! Completely customizable! Let me know in comments if you’d like one, I can set up a shop for you, discount if you’re the first to post!

Coastin’

Check out these beauty!  Easy peasy lemon squeezy coasters for my grandma’s bday!

The Garage Sale- Handmade is to Craft like Organic is to Farming

We had the community Garage Sale today and it went off without a hitch.

David and the BF Vinh helped

The Garland Demo...comes in every color of the rainbow <3

My absolute Favorite barrette

Isnt this cute?

The cutest and more awesome of the stuff we all made

First glass bead i made for the Boyfriend

The Garage sale

an Etsy website coming soon. The school is killing me right now, so i’m gonna be a little bit busy doing the research project, but let me know what you think of these cute little things!

White Abyss #1

There was a white blindness all around me; the kind that you see in those big rooms with the padded walls. This unnaturally bleached white, stared back, right as I winced open my eyes. My eyes being the only light colored in the family shut back right up when the unnatural white shot in.

Where am I?

I thought. Last thing I knew, wait. There is no last thing I knew. I panicked.

Where am I?

I scanned the whiteness; there was a metal bed which I was laying on and some itchy uncomfortable sheets which had clothed me, and a small might-as-well-not-be-there pillow. All impeccably white, impeccably clean. I had absolutely no knowledge of where I was or where I came from or how I got here, but I was comforted by the fact that there were four walls, a door and a ceiling. At least I could leave.

I got up, but fell down almost immediately. My body was now on the cold marbled floor. Even the floor was white, had anyone every walked in before?

My falling must’ve created quite a bit of noise because next thing I know I hear some keys and the door opens. I caught a glimpse of the other side of the door, it was painted a light summery green, it went great with the bleached white in my opinion.

A female came through the door. She had bright red hair, I remember because it was the only thing [aside from my blue eyes and her green ones] that wasn’t white in the room. Her fitted dress was white with pockets that seemed to never have suffered from an ink spill although she kept pens in there, [she used one to fill out some notes on a piece of paper]. He stockings were also white, as well as her keds that seemed to be covered by white plastic. I recall a swish-swish noise of mumbled shuffled movements. I also vaguely recall her speaking.

“How are you feeling?”

I believe she said, right after helping me up and onto my now cold iron makeshift bed. I don’t know if I mumbled something, I just felt the bed and felt the cold the empty white room brought , making me just close my eyes and fade into a dark abyss accompanied by another vast room of nothing.

A tribute to what it meant to be married…

My wife the catalyst to my change

The advocate to my ways

The heart that beats for my soul

And the change of times that make her more.

The one that finds all the lost animals

Brings them to my doorstep, even when I say no

I shake my head, we don’t need more animals

She sneaks them in through the back door.

My wife.

The smile, never in vain

Never the tears

Never the pain

My wife, the Joanne D’Arc of our days

The savior of my deteriorative ways

The one whom I hope

Gets discovered one day

My wife, she writes me this poem-and says:

My husbad

My moments galore

My dear, my everything more

My husbad, a secret addiction

A confectioner’s sugar

A sweet little non- fiction

And everything super.

He’s the superman

The one guy stand

That sweet surprise

The envy of all the other guys

My husband, my never demise.

He’s there, holding my hand by my side

The role he is playing

Deserves an award

Because to me he is the husband

That I was meant to adore.

A boy and his Sackboy

Here is my bf and his new sackboy doll….ohboy.

****NEW****

Hello world!

Lately i’ve been on a “making” frenzy and I’ve updated the always awesome SCARFS&KNITS page. The one on my sidebar. Now i’ve made a cute little Sackboy [from the Sony game LittleBig planet] and a cute little bunny.

i made this crochet bunny for a friend of mine who was having a bday to go along with the yellow lotion bottle i bought her.

Sackboy-A cute little Sackboy doll like the one in LittleBig planet i made for my bf.

Like what you see? Leave a comment if you feel really moved by this.

:] :] :]

Much Thanks!

Variations of the same dark choice.

One,

Pour me a line

Two,

He dips inside

Three

Laughing away

Four

Shutting the door

Five

The ground’s getting closer

Six

Close to my face

Seven

Isn’t it great?

Eight

The next day:

Nine

Bloodshot eyes Feeling so dizzy

Ten

Mom’s coming in, feeling uneasy.

Then

Feeling remorse. Cant wait for more.

Crooks, lions and bears.

Video Vixen

Samurai sword

Its all relative terms to

The voices we know

It’s a conspiracy

Tendency

Relative image

Alone.

Once the media gets hold

All voices are one

Conspiracies gone

We just listen in awe

Once the spaces are known

They can control us

The can use us

And do.

Its all very subjective

Politics lie

Its all very impressive

How their words seem to glide

Fresh off the press

Stamped into books

Engraved in our heads

And off goes the crook.

My Mirrored Delight

Disclaimer: if you decide to use MY poem for your blog, then i do need you to ask for my approval and link my blog along with it. This is mine and although i post it it doesn’t mean you can plagiarize and post it too.

You are the mirror , I am the light

Glue holds us together

And on your surface

I shine

You say forever

I say I might

You kiss my cheek, savor.

And I say alright.

You hold me tightly

The breeze blows outside

I say I love you

And you whisper “so do I”

Feeling secure is something so rare

It’s the kind of thing that you feel

It that kind of thing that we share

And if roles were reversed

The mirror being me

Then I would find some way

To hold the light that you bring.