Sunset Circus

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Finished my second mixed media piece today! This little leaping lady wore a few different outfits (an American dollar bill, a circuit board, and a decorated Christmas tree) before I decided the painted look works best for her.

It’s interesting how your creative outlets change over time. Now that my income relies primarily on my writing and social media skills, I’m more inclined to get crafty on the living room floor with a pair of scissors and 10 shredded newspapers. Happy Sunday! xx

A Bigger Plan.

a-bigger-planI sat on the floor with a stack of magazines, newspapers, scissors and Scream Queens on in the background. I didn’t know what I set out to make, but I knew the minute it was finished. After admiring other artists’ mixed media pieces for what feels like a lifetime, it feels so good to release my own into the wild. I’m curious- what does this piece say to you?

Happy Wednesday, xx

Bloom However You Need

There are few things that catch my attention as aggressively as flowers do (sunsets being one of them). Since moving to Vancouver in the spring my obsession has only gotten stronger, so today’s post is an ode to all things petalled.

  1. For just $99, this little piece of technology will raise your flower babies for you. It sits in the pot and waters them as necessary, and sends a notification to your phone if there’s a lack of sunlight or fertilizer. Green thumbs for everybody!
  2. Face the Foliage has been one of my favorite projects to follow along with on Instagram. The ones Frida Kahlo and her wild brows are my fave!
  3. 12 dresses made out of real live flowers. Equal parts magical and impractical.
  4. A recipe for rose-infused champagne for very special occasions or Thursdays at 3pm.
  5. A fun fact to whip out when there’s a lull in the conversation: Anthophobia is the extreme (and often irrational) fear of flowers.
  6. Find out your zodiac flower sign! Mine is the acanthus, which means I have “high intuition in matters of the heart and environment” and am warm, sympathetic and a natural healer. Duh. 💁
  7. Rupi Kaur often accompanies her poems with doodles of flowers growing out of things (like our brains and hearts). Her poetry is dark, important and so beautiful. I highly recommend checking her out!

Ps- Today I faced a decade-long fear of being terrible
at all sports and played in my first beach volleyball tournament.
We came in second! I’m off to celebrate. xo
[all photos via my Instagram]

 

Little Untold Stories

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State & Occupation has been on my mind lately, and in my quest for a little inspo to get back at it I went browing through my drafts and found a small collection of unfinished, unpolished and unposted bits of writing from the last couple of years. I’m sharing their unedited selves below if you’d like to take a read.

February 14, 2015
You haven’t spent a Valentines Day alone in 5 years and today marks the 6th. You don’t feel lonely much. You are lucky, probably one of the luckiest people you know. You’re sure of this because one time you went on a spinning ride at the local fair and after entire contents of your purse spilled out below you, a stranger walked up holding your only set of car keys. You found someone who says things like “I love your big feet”. You were born with a level of confidence in yourself you’re sure is rare, even if it doesn’t always extend in to the important things like body image.

December 24, 2015
Emmy Lou the cheerful pom joined our family this summer after my Papa died. He was living in a tiny old apartment and she was the only one with him in the room after he passed. I thought having her move in would be a constant reminder of sadness, but she has brought so much light into our home. Just a month before this, my Grandpa passed away as well. My dad had been up visiting just a couple weeks prior and asked my Grandpa if he had any special requests to add the the grocery list. My Grandpa requested donuts, so my Dad complied and picked up a box of glazed donuts. When he brought all the groceries in, the donuts fell out and were left in the vehicle. I cried a lot in the days that followed because I couldn’t grasp the fact that my Grandpa would never feel the sun again, and that he didn’t get his donuts.

January 20, 2016
I take great pleasure in making friends with my cab drivers. A few months ago I opened the door on a mission to make it to a Mexican bar when I recognized the man driving as my latest favourite cab driver!
“It’s you! I’m so happy to see you, do you remember me?” I asked as I got in while my crew buckled themselves into the backseat.
“Of course I remember you!” he answered smiling. “We drove all over. We drove your friends home, and then I dropped you off at your ex-boyfriends!”
I gasped and screamed and explained to him the life ruining dangers of mixing up the details.
“No no no no no, you dropped me off at my CURRENT boyfriends house, Alan. Never say that again. That could be life-ruining. Do you have an aux cord?”

PS– I have a few things planned for new posts in the coming weeks.
Thank you as always for your eyes. xo
[images via: left, middle, right]