I used my last Chamomile tea, to soothe my healing ex-wisdom teeth- and even though I prefer the spelling with an 'h', I really liked the packet's cover and cut out the picture. I didn't know where I wanted to use it, and I was hoping it wouldn't lay around until one day it got lost and having no use.
Then I noticed my address book looking very purple and plain. And I thought instead of the single watercolor daisy that was on the center front, I could elmer's glue the piece down and since the book has a plastic cover, (to protect the recycled purple paper) I think the glue will stay put. It's small but it's a personal touch that will make me smile and feel calm every time I see it. Now, I must eat some dinner and then spend a few hours really working hard behind the pedal of a sewing machine!
See you tomorrow!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A Walk Under the Bridge
My boyfriend and I walk under this bridge every time we go get groceries, or garden supplies or shopping, because it's about a ten minute walk from our house to the shopping center on the other side of this bridge. Usually I enjoy seeing the new graffiti, as most of it seems to be a form of expression and not gang or territorial marking... but they keep painting over the "tags". What I find odd is that just a few miles away there's a bridge which underneath has been totally painted in graffiti style it's now some what of an attraction known simply as the "Krog tunnel". Another thing I've noticed then is that if you follow the concrete wall I've photographed around the corner, there's a huge mural by one artist. I'd love for the Moreland tunnel to stop being painted over with white, so we can all paint all over it. And so since I have seen this one piece of protest I thought I'd immortalize some of the street art in this post.
I know this must be recent... and I posted that picture first on purpose. It's the only one that I think has a current political message.
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I just like the skull here : ) |
This is facing us each time were on our way home from shopping.
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This used to be a beautiful chain of paper ladies brushing each other's hair but after much rain and storm, there is but one lone lady left. |
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This is actually in the tunnel and my guess is that it's addressed to the Atlanta Graffiti Task Force...? |
Here is my boyfriend, standing next to Mr. Jetson, who had the dollar cup next to where his feet used to be.
This is in the center between the two lanes of the bridge.
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The jellyfish and others are some of tags I see all around the area I live, and repeatedly at this site. |
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I love the combination of concrete, nipples and rainbow rays of sunlight. Happy late February, early spring. |
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Noel, Merry Crimby, little monsters. |
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My fav is the one with red eyes who's covering his mouth! |
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the OHNO is another tag we see all over the neighborhood. |
So then we got home, and I laid a hula (plastic, faux-grass) skirt on the ground. It came out of a package of random fun things from my uncle. Tigra made it her nest straight away. She's confused, she doesn't know she's a cat. Sometimes a dog, sometimes a bird... she also seems to have no idea that she is also indeed a typical scared-y cat, and an utter copy cat. We still remind her often that she's a chubby cat, which generates a belated "mew", suggesting that she knows she's fat, and convincing me she knows what we're saying.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Patch for the Soul's Hole
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I love the cats, but they're not everyone's cup o tea! |
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For Birthdays, go with a handmade touch! |
I did finish a little sewing today and last night, but I also restored my boyfriend's vintage shirt to wearable form. (He put it on and the left shoulder drooped forward as the right arm hole swung precariously from a few threads. Yikes! He was very excited, "You mean I can wear it again!?" he said. He sounded like he genuinely missed not having it, so I did my best to sew up all the holes. That's what keeps me happy, when the things that I sew make people smile. The gift of giving keeps on giving and that means I must keep sewing!
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