Saturday, April 21, 2012

here's love...

These are just a few of the projects keeping me busy lately!
Frappasaurus for KTC Starbucks!

Tribute display for KTC Starbucks

Custom Owl Bag

My awesome new tags by Jacquie Ross

Love, love, love this fabric!

Hello pockets!

I seriously love this bag! She did, too...

Custom Halo 3 ODST bag (sold) Get a custom t-shirt bag! They are awesome!

Fish Bag!

Owl Always Love You Owl Tote

Catch loves fabric!

These are the Robots Inside!

Starfire Project Birds! Wait til you see our Bird Tree!

Sketch for a custom painted tire cover...

Earth Day Board for KTC STarbucks

These are the greatest meditation pillows in the world!

If you have a hurty back like I do, there is nothing like a buckwheat filled pillow! 

Custom Meditation Pillow for Brian- he Loves it! 
I do many kinds of custom work...right now, I am painting a hard shell tire cover for some friends, making custom mediation pillows (you can pick your color scheme), transforming gently used video game shirts into bags and, of course, making Owls galore!
In the works...TARDIS pillows (big ones), more Mermaids and Monsters, Aprons, lots of Burlap flag Buntings and an all new project involving old CD covers and tiles....

you can see what I am up to at the Crafty Supermarket on May 5th at the Clifton Cultural Arts Center or at OTR Celebration in Over-the-Rhine at the City Flea on May 19th.

I have been obsessively listening to the Cowboy Junkies and playing with my band, The Mitchells.
You can go to our Facebook page and listen to our latest show in it's entirety...

or just do it here!

(But you should still go like our page)
We play at Northside Tavern April 28th with the always fantastic Cletus Romp for their CD release show....come see!!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

As I am...

No matter how much I want to run sometimes, run fast and far and never look behind me, running takes me backwards. I know that doesn't make sense. Running should propel me forward. I long to sprint in the opposite direction and put all of the fears in my life long behind me. When I run, I illuminate the fears, I make them bigger than me, stronger than me. What am I running to?
No feelings, no love, no hate, no sadness, no anything.
A void, the comfortable hole where it feels like nothing changes.
That hole will suck me up and savor me.
I will get to use to the feeling of nothing and curl up there, like a baby in a womb. I will think it is safe, but I know better.
It's trickery, the way my mind opposes my living.
The way misery feels like comfort.
The way tears taste like etouffe.
It isn't real. It's my play place. After 3 days of it, my heart longs for something more and I snap out of it, the victimized, martyrized me fades.
I am not Joan of Arc, I am not a revolutionary,
I am just me.
Today, that will have to be enough.
No pretending, no fantasizing,
just plain old me,
sewing stuff.
Painting stuff.
Stuffing stuff.
Writing stuff.