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Jun 24, 2011
cuteboyswithcats stuff.
Screen printing t-shirts and totebags to sell on cuteboyswithcat's etsy store. It's quite a process and a lot of work, but very satisfying! I'm 120% sure there is an easier way to go about printing this stuff, but I like making things happen myself.
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| success (second try)! |
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| things hanging everywhere |
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| more things hanging everywhere |
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| jake approves of merchandise |
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| finished tee! |
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| got meself a fancy rack. i am pleased. |
I wasn't really sure when I started making the buttons that people would even be interested, but much to my surprise and happiness, people like the stuff I'm making for them.
The only complaint I've gotten is that people are upset that they cannot purchase their own cute boy in the shop. Perhaps cat boy trafficking shall be my next little endeavor.
Jun 9, 2011
| So, I'm not the kind of girl who's planned out here whole wedding down to the caterer by the age of 4. Sometimes though, in the basest part of my brain, I sometimes worry that I'll have a Carrie Bradshaw moment. I will have met the man who has seen me flit around like a frazzled squirrel and still think I'm the cat's pajamas, and everything will be just great. Until... he picks out the most boring/tacky/godawful engagement ring. This is the point in this daydream where I run away to France, never to speak to this otherwise perfect man again. But yeah. Anyways, here are some lovely engagement rings that would most definitely keep me here in the States.  |
| onegarnetgirl |
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| 1stdibs |
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| catbirdnyc |
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| odettenewyork |
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| Cathy Waterman |
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| thebridesguide |
and lastly... this amaaaazing lace dress, circa 1940
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| augustaauction |
May 27, 2011
Joni Mitchell has, and always will be, an endless source of inspiration to me.
I think it was 4 or 5 years ago when I borrowed "Blue" from my dad's collection and took it in my room. Her music grabbed me, sucked me in, and I was forever hooked. There was something so raw and strange about the way she sang and the words she chose. I devoured everything by her I could. I listened to years of her life go by in a matter of months... listened as her voice went from that of a young songbird to a musky vibrato of a die-hard smoker. And as she grew more melancholy and cynical. She was telling me to be free, and then she was telling me to guard myself.
It wasn't until later that I found out she was also a painter. From then on, we became soul mates. Cheesy, but true.
May 23, 2011
May 18, 2011
lovely loos
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