this one shares my vintage
the return of
the rolling sculpture car show
where whimsical art and classic style share the road
“whither goest thou, america, in thy shiny car in the night?”
not my dad, but similar to his 70s denim suit that really made a bold statement
happy birthday to my dad, no longer with us, but whose sense of style remains.
“you can tell what was the best style of your father’s life,
because they seem to freeze that clothing style and ride it out.”
for those of you who’ve followed, read, or commented on my posts over the years
I’ve finally put my finger on my ‘writing style’
and no surprise to anyone who knows me outside of the blogging world
it goes along with the creative outlets I’ve always enjoyed
making cards, books, and art
using pieces of things I’ve found, read, and collected in the world
it’s simply a matter of combining
images, thoughts, prose, quotes, poetry, music, and ideas
that generally don’t begin together
but once gathered
looked at in new ways
rearranged mixed and shuffled
like a puzzle with no absolute solution
suddenly seeming to belong together
to bring new meaning
when combined into a whole
my blog is the same
but the difference is
rather than being made of anything concrete
it’s a mix of electronic media
it can vanish into the ethernet at any time.
like all of life
it’s about making connections.
and having lived a while
I suppose I am a bit of a collage myself.
“every art I do is a collage.”
after visiting grandma’s house with no worry that you’ll catch a cold.
“fashion is about dressing according to what’s fashionable.
style is more about being yourself.”
-oscar de la renta
after visiting grandma’s house and ?
i truly admire their spirit and they look so happy.
image credits: crafty momma.com (dogs), google images (humans)
the downward-facing up on the wall and on your head style
(includes the mysterious vanishing sheets technique)
the get inside of your sheets and try to camouflage yourself in them
while you creep across the floor and think no one will notice style
the fall asleep by accident in spite of yourself
and all of your best efforts to not to style,
while wrapped up in a sweaty and twisted cocoon
made of your own body and bedding.
“life is something to do when you can’t get to sleep.”