Good Neighbors

Forthcoming looks I styled and modeled for Enid and Edgar's new e-bay store...
(I love living next to these folks)

Everything in the store is reasonably priced, and It's operated by the sweetest family...

Prepare to be greeted by four year old Amelia, a darling pixy who will play hide-and-seek in the clothing racks and offer you "lady pops" (lolly pops) that is if you come in before her bedtime, the store is open late into the night so all the Echoplex bound hipsters can shop while waiting in line to see there favorite bands.

http://www.yelp.com/biz/enid-and-edgar---vintage-garb-for-all-echo-park

Sylvan Inspiration

Quickie Burning Man costume made for a friend

fairy folks, free as the wind, proud as kings...

ballet coverups, bunched with findings of fairy loot,

become a sweater fit for a fairy prince...

battling the cold desert night

very few men ask to look like butterfly warriors,

but hay, this is burning man

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Sylvan gold inspirations for a 20's theme wedding

once upon a time...

I loathed the fly aways that persist in floating up from my hair,

but I surrendered to nature
and was rewarded with a crown of gold

one girls frizz is another girls glory

when nests are warm and mystery broods...

Jessie Marion King

1875-1949

I feel so drawn to the natural mystery of these nouveau illustrations...

draft dodgers paradise

Style notes from some valuable folks...

Joan Baez and her two darling sisters, Pauline and Mimi,1968.

(Say no to war, that is. remember this is pre nancy reagan, just say no)

So unbelievably cute! I'll say yes to hats, striped shirts, vest-dress, mary janes, bare feet, amassing sofas, natural rugs, fiddles and mandolins, and sister love!

Bob and Joan

sweet and simple, unaffected

Clothes-line Curtains

Tired of the haphazard random rectangle tacked to my window, I decided it was time for some more intentional window coverings in my bedroom. On a recient trip home, I sewed darling cottage curtains for my mother's kitchen, so I figured I could do better for my self. My room is so small, I hate to close off the window and it's lovely view of the Birch tree outside, but it faces south and exposes my un-air-condoned bedroom to a sweltering amount of sun. The window needed something, but what?

I hung a brass bar from hooks inside the window frame and played around with some yardage, trying to imagine what could possibly tie together the contemporary window with the bohemian esthetic of my belongings. Nothing was inspiring me, any color I tried closed in the room and brought too much attention to it's self. The curtains would be white, to blend with the wall, that much I could settle on.

Frustrated, I cursed my room for all it's perceived faults. Then I took a beep breath, and decided to come at the problem from a different angle. What makes me happy? I asked my self... Unique, simple, resourceful, creative solutions. Few sights give me a sense of simple joy like my hand bleached whites sun drying on the clothesline. That was it! I already had all these sweet little vintage undergarments just collecting dust, so I freed them from the suitcase and hung them up in there frilly white glory!

Orchid Love

I received a stem of eight tiny orchid blooms, for my eighth birthday. I still remember the feeling of reverence....

delighted to receive such a unique and "grown up" gift, brought all the way from the reforests of South America by my grandmothers boyfriend, curator of the Smithsonian institutes's orchid collection.

Rising above heap of forgotten plastic toys and clothes, the by-products of childhood birthday parties, those intricate little flowers were unforgetable.

Imagine my surprise... By some magic or coincidence, Twenty years later I receive for my 28th Birthday an Orchid plant with exactly twenty eight blooms!

a million thankyous to Heidi for (knowing this story somewhere in the back of her mind and) subconsciously pulling out the perfect gift!

in the beginning...

Beginning is always hard. The imagined endeavor has endless possibilities, unbound by the constraints of time and space. It's vision tends to grow, shape shift, becomes anything and everything you wish, effortlessly, without commitment. To actualize is a different matter. I find, the moment before taking a plunge into, the possibly cold and rough, waters of actuality can be the most challenging part of a whole project, but if inspiration strikes with enough energy, it's time to make that leap. Ephemeral dream substance evaporates like mist in the sun so I'm learning to jump in head first. So with no further ado, my blog...