Sew Darling

Look at this little super model baby! I couldn't resist sewing her this little dress.
I patterned it from one I baught for my self, from her mothers store, and scavenged fabric from an ill-fitting vintage garment of my own. The results, too cute for words...
Perfect outfit for Amelia's morning at the farmers market!

Thanks to Sandy for the pictures and thanks to Amelia for being such a good little model.

falls'a comin...

Too bad it was 95 degrees in LA today. I'm yearning for crisp mornings and bright leaves, sigh.

Brother Sun, Sister Moon

My beauty inspiration for fall...

Brother Sun, Sister Moon, Jodi Bowker, 1972

Romio and Juliet, Olivia Hussey, 1968

Take note from the Zeffirelli beauties, so simple and sweet, rosie cheeked, and natural.

enid and edger

check out the listings: http://stores.ebay.com/enid-and-edgar-vintage

and I get the urge for going...

...when the meadow grass is turning brown.

My camera has lost it's ability to focus. The effect is (kind of) interesting on this bouquet of dried grasses, I picked up on a hike in the Santa Monica mountains. I am beginning to appreciate the dusty dry beauty of the desert in late summer. Like little flower skeletons, preserved in the sun, these desert grasses have there own timeless beauty.

In my dreams..

I live here...



or here

or this one would do..


This is definitely my future stare case

and let's work in some whimsical organic shapes





Ok, universe work with me here, I'm so glad the amazing crafts people, who are going to help me build this house, are out there honing there skills right now, just as I'm doing with mine, so we can makes dreams come true.

I wish I didn't know...

Edvard Munch: The Day After (1894)

Ok, ok, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic, but every once in a while it's ok to let yourself indulge in the full range of human emotion. I don't fall in love easily. It's hard for me to find a match to my esthetics, creativity, love of nature, beauty, philosophy, and a general excitement for life, not to mention physical attraction, call me picky. It's been a while since I've opened myself up to love, not willing to lay bare my sensitivity. I slipped a took a sip from that cup, like the seduction of wine which slowly tempts you to drink more and more, each sip rendering you a little less capable of comprehending the consequence of your action, I became drunk. I surrendered my fears to what felt natural and right, intoxicated with passion, delirious with the comfort and pleasure of a soul with witch I could connect, even respect. But the demon spirits which lift you up, to a state of unnatural happiness for one night, leave you reeling and hungover in the morning. So it was with my intoxication. Sunday, like our lady pictured above, I moped around, my mind processing the cocktail of tenderness and torture, hope, rejection, confusion, and passion I had consumed, in the same painful way the liver processes poison from ones system. Now I'm back on my feet, a bit of my ego died in the process and I'm better for it. I've dropped my feelings of rejection and my childish attachments (at least that's what I'm telling myself) Maybe this is all a bit too revealing for a public forum, but life is more than pretty pictures and pleasantries. It is our choice to delight in the experience of our own humanity, to grow, renew and release. I do not regret a single experience that has led me to deeply feel. I do not discount a single moment of love in this life time. Love, like energy can never be destroyed.

El Matador

The saving grace of life in Los Angeles comes with the discovery of hidden natural treasures, remarkably close to home.

Just a short skip up the Pacific Coast Highway, into Malibu and you find yourself in a pirates cove!

You almost expect to see Caption Hook coming around the bend, and mermaids in the lagoon.


Sea cliffs, caves, craggy rocks, tidal pools, kelp forests, and colorful vegetation abound



The beach is relatively disserted, those who you do encounter are friendly, many are European, there is a discreet element of nudist activity but that only lends to the feeling that you are in some far away land