Fiber Porn!

Turn away if you have no interest in needle felting. Its a potentialy addictive craft. You stab fibers aimlessly with a needle. A very calming medative action... when its icepics Id like to drive through peoples heads...ehem. At the end of it you can have a nice critter body, a hat or cloak.

Got this wonderful package of felting fibers in the mail. All wrapped in blue sparkly tissue paper and a sweet little tag from the seller.

It's "blue storm" milk fiber. A varigrated bluish grey and it does look just like clouds. My idea was to use this for Arinhrods sleeves. Long medieval pendulum sleeves with tattered whispy edges.

The texture is very similar to silk tussah and it it a bit less glinty. it felts up lovely,soft and very lightweight.

Also was included a free sample of curly golden honey mohair?locks. Im happy for a while.

lil mamas's day in the woods

I spent the day in the mountain's with my mama. I call her lil mama since she's only 5'. I think I out grew her around 12! we had a nice afternoon stroll looking for wildflowers.

It was a good wet winter and there were Alpine's, blue dick's, blue eyes,White yarrow in bloom. tiny yellow guys I dont know the names of .

Mom braided my hair as I sat under a big pine looking for owl scat. Looks like they havent come to that spot in a while. I was hoping to find some tiny rodent bones. She also gave me some Primorose. Hopefuly that will get me through my anxiety and help me get off medication.


Kind of a neat story. Ive never known any of my grandparents which is sad because I love old stuff especialy the stories old people tell. But I happend to search online and found my great neice Erica online. We'd never met and I dont think we knew of each others existance. Through her I got some photos. Including one that was a black and while photo . It looked cliped from a newspaper of my paternal great grandmother Jessie. It was added to the church flier they have when someone dies. She had the kindest eyes so, I imeadiatly connected to her even though I never knew her! I decided that photo wasnt very nice so, I took it into photoshop and painted it. On the flier it mentioned a favorite poem of hers was called "keep a goin" so, I googled it! Its pretty good advice from the previous generation.. for anybody in these times ;)

Keep a-Goin' (by Frank L. Stanton c1920)

If you strike a thorn or rose,Keep a-goin'!If it hails of if it snows,Keep a-goin'!'

Taint no use to sit an'whineWhen the fish ain't on your line;Bait your hook an' keep a-tryin'-Keep a-goin'!

When the weather kills your crop,Keep a-goin'!Though 'tis work to reach the top,Keep a-goin'!

S'pose you're out o' ev'ry dime,Gittin' broke ain't any crime;Tell the world you're feelin' prime -Keep a-goin'!

When it looks like all is up,Keep a-goin'!Drain the sweetness from the cup,Keep a-goin'!

See the wild birds on the wing,Hear the bells that sweetly ring,When you feel like sighin', sing -Keep a-goin'!

facing burnout!

My mind is always busy with ideas... sometimes irrational ideas like a new name for my punk band ,words with hidden meaning.. like Sleetwealth or how to make a loom to put acid trippin spiders to weaving fairy lace.

Regardless if Im sick or realy dont feel like working on art, I do it every single day. Some of my best peices were sculpted in bed, sometimes while sick or just not wanting to face the world. Some of my worst peices were sculpted in bed too. ^o^either at 3am when am suddenly struck by the muse or with the agitated nessesity of meeting a deadline.

Last month Dr. Warsaw has informed me he has no more effexor samples for me . Just like that your on your own kid.. Since I cant afford 600 a month Im going to have a short tapering off. @_@ I wasnt maintaining well anyway since the crap makes me sleep ridiculosly long hours and cuts into my sculpting time.

So this is my new work area. it looks kinda lonely right now huh?

I love it though! Two overhead florecent lights. An amber window which is tinting the room . Lots more space and white countertop to work on.

Im having the hardest time finishing Arinhrod. I see only frustrating mistakes with her. Her face is lovely and her violet eyes ,but Im so burnt out and unenthusiastic as if a thread has been cut between us. Im tempted to start again from scratch until I can feel it with this one again. Shes waiting for her hands and a sculpted corset not even much sculpting left to do! The sleeves and dress will be fabric. I must say I am not enjoying puppen fimo right now so, I want to switch clays Again!

Shiwadlion's

Ah so...you have not heard of the Shiwadlion? It doesnt surprise me as its such a coveted thing. One must be very brave and steadfast to discover our land, let alone take on the hike to the wildest parts of the island. Braving rocky cliffs to come to the windswept hidden valleys of grass just as it turns from verdant green to gold!

Lazy day

Its a beautiful spring day ,but my studio is still a shambles! I had'nt realized what a supply pack rat Ive become! I set up a spot where I can hang my doll s form the ceiling as i work,but I would like one of those metal banana trees so, I can hang them in the oven as well. It would be great to have no more flat bums and toes.

So this is my humbly pretty veiw outside the window in my workshop. How do you like our lawn? Now I know what youre thinking ,but this unmowed, tousled wildflower feild look takes alot of effort!!! heh heh

Across the way you can see the niebors roof. behind our bare grape vine. The trees of heaven are naked too,but They get the neatest red leaves! Heres a picture from a few years ago. With a shiwadlion Ive picked.