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Just a quick note to say that Tumblr is currently where I am at my most open at the moment.

To be honest, I dislike the site rather a lot. It's a terrible platform for actually having conversations on. But I have been wanting to have a more public blog, and the shiny "reblog" button serves as a great way to collect up things I really like to look at later. Tumblr serves for these things just fine. So, for random art and dolls and my own works-in-progress and mutterings, drop by and have a look!
Dear whoever keeps trying to recover my password:

Sod off. I am still here, and I am paying attention to my gallery.

No love,

As to the rest of you, let this be your head's-up that somebody may be getting up to something they should not be getting up to, and I am aware of it. Though I must say, I can't imagine WHY anyone would want to get into my gallery. There is not much you could do with it.
Crocheters! The pattern for those dragons I keep making has finally been proofread to my satisfaction. You can find it in my Etsy shop if you would like to have it; if you don't want to bother with an Etsy account, feel free to note me here and we can go directly through Paypal.

Damn thing will finally be off my to-do list. o/
  • Listening to: Goo Goo Dolls -- Iris
  • Playing: Sims 2
  • Drinking: Chai tea

That is all.
  • Reading: Amy Tan -- The Bonesetter's Daughter
I am alive, I am cranking out Etsy stuff, I am working writing back into my schedule and gearing up to participate in NaNoWriMo for the first time, and I am completely broke and unable to find a job.

That is all.
  • Reading: Amy Tan -- The Bonesetter's Daughter
  • Eating: Cinnamon toast
Just wanted to make a formal announcement in case anyone is interested -- yes, yes, by all means, pay me to make art for you. Some of what you can see here in my gallery is available in my Etsy shop and I would be glad to take requests as well.

Here are my rates:

ACEO (2.5x3.5 inch): $10-$15, depending on complexity of request; you will receive a fully inked and watercolored painting. Shipping is included in the price.
4x6 inch Watercolor Painting: $16-$24 depending on complexity of request. Shipping is included in the price.
Larger Watercolor Paintings: Contact me and we'll talk. :)

Crochet dragons: $27, plus shipping.
Crochet bags: $27, plus shipping.

Please allow a 2-3 week turnaround time. Chances are I will get your work done and shipped faster than that, but I never know what I'll have going on at any given time. I accept Paypal.

Thanks for reading and everyone have a wonderful...whatever it is when you're reading this.
  • Reading: Brent Weeks, "The Way of Shadows"
  • Eating: Baked po-tay-to
  • Drinking: Milk
Hello, my dears. I am alive. I am well. I am graduated from college. I am spending most of my days writing. I am spending most of my evenings crafting.

Also I have an Etsy shop.…

Go look.

I am also, as it happens, happier than I can ever remember. I hope you lot are all doing well yourselves.
  • Listening to: Gackt -- Last Song
  • Reading: Brent Weeks, "The Way of Shadows"
  • Eating: Baked po-tay-to
  • Drinking: Milk

While I appreciate the ability to see thumbnails in my watchlist, and little x-ey crosses so that I can just kill whatever I want to kill without opening it first, I, um. . .


I'm still alive, by the way.
  • Listening to: Total Eclipse of the Heart
  • Reading: Mercedes Lackey -- "Firebird"
  • Watching: Utena
I have survived the semester with a minimal amount of pain and hatred in all areas except art.

  • Reading: Edith Pattou, "East"
So here's my theme for this semester.

I've really let myself go over the past few years. Since I came to college, really. I have this whole history in crafts, digital art, fantasy art, etc, and I kind of put it aside for the formal art stuff when I got here, giant metal ballgown notwithstanding. I want those things back, and I want to combine my old joys with the new things I've learned and move forward from there.

This isn't just an art thing. It's a whole mental thing. I'm getting back to a lot of things about myself that I've missed without even realizing they were missing.

So that's my direction for now. There's a lot more to it than just this; I'm also taking more control over my environment and workspace, and process, and so forth, and whatnot, and part of this is weaseling my art professors into letting me do whatever I want. So far I'm doing fine, but it is a bit stressful. A bit.

"Well, what the heck!
I went and did my best,
And by GOD I really tasted something swell.
That's right!
And for a moment -- why,
I even touched the sky,
And at least I left some stories they can tell.
I did!
And for the first time since --
I don't remember when,
I feel just like my old bony self again,
And I, Jack! The Pumpkin King --
That's right. I AM the Pumpkin King!"
~Nightmare Before Christmas, "Poor Jack"
  • Listening to: Nightmare Before Christmas -- Poor Jack
  • Reading: All kinds of things
Last night my sewing machine broke. A tiny piece of wire, an inch or less, snapped off, and that's all that happened -- but that piece is part of the threading, and without it, the thread tangles. I can't run the machine without that piece.

The machine is about ten years old, and Janome doesn't even have this model anymore. I've found a dealer close to me who can fix it, but I have no idea how much it will cost, and I've also found a new machine that I can easily afford. If servicing this is going to cost me a lot, I may as well just buy the new one, because the machine I'm looking at has a lot more features than mine simply because it's newer -- but at the same time, the machine I have is wonderful and runs great, and why should I replace it just because the one part broke?

No matter what I decide to do it's going to be a long time before it happens, possibly up to a month, and it's really going to set me back in both personal projects and projects I was hoping to do for class. And furthermore, I just LOVE this machine. I have a tendency to get stuck on firsts, and even though this machine isn't actually the first one I've ever owned, it is the one that I've really truly started sewing on. Having it suddenly rendered unusable was a shock to me, and I hope I don't end up spending the whole month feeling like this. When it happened, I almost felt like someone had died.

"We need to feel breathless with love,
And not collapse under its weight.
I'm gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I've lost."
~Snow Patrol, "It's Beginning to Get to Me"
  • Listening to: Snow Patrol -- It's Beginning to Get to Me
  • Reading: Burnett -- The Secret Garden
I have decided that my ultimate goal in life is to be able to support myself with my art and writing.

Because if I do this, I will not have to work a real job (unless I feel like it, or part time), and if I do not have to work a real job, I can stay up until 2 and get up at 10:30 as much as I want, and make cash by staying home and entertaining myself all day long.

So now I just have to finish a novel, and make things people want. I have ideas. I would work on them more often if, you know, I didn't have to go to work for 8 hours every damn day.

"I wanna stay home today
(Don't wanna go out.)
If anyone comes to play,
Gonna get thrown out."
~Shrek 1, Stay Home
  • Listening to: Shrek 1 -- Stay Home
  • Reading: Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tails
  • Eating: Nothing, which must be remedied
Has anyone else noticed that the popular browsing page has had the exact same pictures in the exact same spots for the past, oh, week?

It is incredibly annoying. One of my daily internet activities is to weed through the hordes of Naruto fanart and women with incomprehensible breasts slung in all directions and find, you know, nice artwork. Now I'm going to have to put even more effort into it.
  • Listening to: X-mas music
  • Reading: Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tails
I'm alive. There is no one in my studio now because it's summer, and this is cause for happiness. I am, however, working 40 hours a week. I've got all kinds of plans and things in progress, but my job keeps me busy, so I'll probably be pretty inactive as far as updating goes. I do faithfully check for cool art where I can, though.

It's okay that I'm busy. I like my job a lot, and I'm really pleased with what I've been doing. Don't want to do it for the rest of my life, certainly, but there is plenty of goodness to be had here.

"Watch you spin around
In the highest heels.
You are the best one
Of the best ones.
We all look like we feel."
~Dashboard Confessional, "Stolen"
  • Listening to: Dashboard Confessional -- Stolen
  • Reading: Sue Monk Kidd -- The Secret Life of Bees
  • Eating: Pasta
  • Drinking: Milk
I HATE sharing studio space with other people.
  • Reading: Rudloe -- Butterflies on a Sea Wind
  • Playing: Baldur's Gate II
Geez, everyone and their grandmother is updating their journal today.


I have a sunburn. That is all.

"Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along.
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you."
~All American Rejects, "Dirty Little Secret"
  • Listening to: All American Rejects -- Dirty Little Secret
  • Reading: Rudloe -- Butterflies on a Sea Wind
  • Playing: Baldur's Gate II
  • Eating: Popcorn
  • Drinking: Chocolate milk
I would like to call your attention to the tragedy that occurred at Virginia Tech this morning:…

The rumor is that the gunmen was initially after an ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. I don't think we have words in our language to properly convey my opinion on this, but "stupid" is a good start.

I used to live in Blacksburg, and I still have friends there, along with a wonderful family that I will be marrying into, many of whom are very close to Tech. I consider myself lucky that none of them were hurt, though the ultimate list of names is yet to be released. I'm hoping I don't find anyone I used to know on it.

My heart goes out to those who were not as fortunate as I in this.

EDIT: Well. I can't find anything official, but there is a list of names on Wikipedia. Yeah. Wikipedia. Go figure.…
  • Reading: McKillip -- Solstice Wood
  • Playing: Sims 2
The one night you finally have time to catch up in drawing class is a really bad time to have one of those art funks where you're convinced that everything you do is crap.

Also, my traditional kick seems to be coming to an end. I have been feeling stirrings deep in my soul; it is the familiar clarion call of Photoshop. It says unto me, "Good gods, woman, do you have any idea what you're doing to yourself, huffing those markers and sitting hunched over things like that? Come, come; fetch the tablet and let us chat. We have much catching up to do."

Yah, wull. . .okay. *boots up Photoshop*

"I'm still praying I might see
The glow of a brakelight,
But your wheels just turn down the road ahead.
If it hurts at all, you ain't shown it yet.
I keep looking for the slightest sign
That you might miss what you left behind."
~Dierks Bentley -- "Settle for a Slowdown"
  • Listening to: Dierks Bentley -- Settle for a Slowdown
  • Reading: McKillip -- Solstice Wood
  • Playing: Sims 2
  • Eating: Way too much candy
I know why there aren't more female contemporary artists out there. It's because when you're on your period and a project goes wrong, hell happens. That's why there aren't more female contemporary artists out there.
  • Reading: Golden -- Memoirs of a Geisha
  • Playing: Sims 2
Today as I was gathering some reasonably thick wire to practice making chainmail with in the next few days, my sculpture professor told me I ought to PLEASE wear work gloves. Because, after all, my hands are my first tools, and this pair is the only pair I have, and admittedly I wouldn't be as scratched up as I am from the ballgown if I were willing to wear gloves with it.

That made me think a bit. I know that I wear skirts all the time and like to dress elegantly and that if I weren't in sculpture right now my nails would be so long everyone would be asking if they were real. But that doesn't mean I don't like to use my hands, and if I were afraid to feel what I was doing, I wouldn't be in a sculpture class at all, or probably even an art major. I've been doing things that rough up my hands since I was a little girl. Crocheting gives you yarn burns, paper cuts you, so do scissors, and I've lost count of the number of times I've jammed needles and pins under my nails by accident. I have a callous on my hand from writing, and while my thumb looks awfully icky from being sliced by sheet metal, it used to be that bad all the time because whenever I got hangnails I would chew on them. Washing dishes by hand roughs up your hands. One day I will be a proud cat owner; I don't think I need to say more about what that's going to do to my hands. And arms. And legs.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that one day, gods willing, I will be old and wrinkly and decrepit, and then I would rather have roughed-up, scarred hands because I did interesting things with them than because I had just existed a long time.

"No life can escape being blown about
By the winds of change and chance,
And though you'll never know all the steps
You must learn to join the dance."
~The Prince of Egypt, "Through Heaven's Eyes"
  • Listening to: Prince of Egypt -- Through Heaven's Eyes
  • Reading: Curott -- Book of Shadows
  • Playing: Sims 2
  • Drinking: wild cherry capri sun