Day of The Dead

My all Hallows Eve costume.

I made the headpiece with a skull, butterfly, and flowers!
I painted my face to look like vines while wearing an all black outfit. 

I had so much fun.

I went to Boo's Cruise with Poison Ivy, her made up viney Enemy, Snookie, 

& Orville Redenbacher 

Happy Halloween!!!! 

time |||

|||I rode the trolley four times today. And these were my thoughts.|||

Time will allow

It's the very thing that owns us. It keeps us hidden, awake and within reason

Time justifies our actions

It calls itself home, crawling childlike in our hearts 

Time reminds us, it spins us, worries us

Up time on the right time concludes us

Top of the hour and the lowest of numbers, it eludes us.

I remember when I was or how they were, so I think I know, time pleases me. 

I call within reason as I sit in time, 

Playing with its harmonious string of forgotten rhyme,

I bathe in remembrance of those times and how I let them fade into the dirty bath water,

how I watch those times fade, how my heart feels less alert and less aware

My head caresses it like a friend, thinking it owns it

Time, that does not exist... has been given a life

And it owns mine.

a girl sits... |||

a layer of life, a seam on life,

my day consists of how I unfold the light within the grasps of time,

how it travels across the wooden floors, how it moves...

it takes hold of objects that sit there waiting to be acknowledged 

and as you pass by for that one instant peek, 

how my depth proceeds you or justifies you,

how your perception kills me or makes me. 

a layer of life, a seam on life,

pulling at threads of one another when that's all we have to keep us up

-me

//succulents\\

On Etsy

No Description needed on this awesome idea for a long lasting centerpiece. I love succulents, for a few reasons.

1. Don't have to worry about the green thumb

2. They grow and become more, so giving them away as gift is beautiful and cheap

3. Their colors and textures add life 

This clever Etsy shop has these to buy in any book you want... she collects vintage books and uses them as a centerpiece when the book is either missing pages or ruined. Clever. 

On Etsy

On Etsy

//lightning in a bottle\\

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 I don't know why it has taken me this long to upload (or share) about Lightning In A Bottle. My first ever long weekend festival with art, music, yoga, meditation, the stars and my buddy Sasha. It was one of my most favorite experiences. Getting to camp near the water, meeting a shaman and exploring all day and night what was offered to all of the thousands of those who attended. Can't wait til next year. I have so many images I couldn't decide... of random people in the best costumes, of art, structures and of us. Enjoy!

Our campsite!

Sasha Dancing <3

Love, Everywhere

He gave us margaritas ;)

Sasha love

Our new friend made us cold drinks

our new friend... the shaman

us.

Love ya Sasha!!! 

Los Angeles, darling

I've come to realize that I cannot tap into this "writing" as easily as I once had been able to. The adult in my heart stamps itself known and I am wanting to be back in Los Angeles lying on the floor in our 1920's home with so much in my mind I couldn't write fast enough. I was naive and broke living with my older sister off Melrose Ave. We never threw parties but seemed to always have people over. Being underage I had a fake ID where we would walk down to this local Cuban restaurant and order Sangria. My sister had the hot eye for a waiter here. Broad and brown haired, I didn't find him much attractive except for he never carded me and we always got something for free. My sister's friends continually tried to get me to party more, to smoke... but I was too much into my own world to do such thing... too independent. They called me cute, asked me where I got my clothes, invited me out and accepted me. 

I remember once my sister having to invite me out to a HBO after party because I was her "last resort". I wore a dress borrowed from her and we took a bus from our cars to the event. We were excited children in the back of this highly lit bouncy transportation unit like dogs, sniffing for famous people. The red carpet section scared my sister so she ran through it and the people on the other end of the cameras looked at each other, then to me. I slowly walked, making sure my calves were strong and flashing lights eluded my vision. We hunted down the tables, we saw some faces we recognized and some we didn't... so we made them up. We watched as the caterer kept coming with more champagne, strawberries, chocolate, and food that came from things with heads. The entire event was around a pool that carried small floating candles to which were pushed to one side making it look tilted, sideways, so Hollywood. 

We caught glimpse of ourselves like movie stars, being invited into this world of lust, beauty and tragedy. Everyone de-clothed us with their eyes and then placed our last seasons dress back on. Those who were at the VIP sections demanded an awe, a googly eyed child waiting to be accepted. Instead I walked that place taking in the air, the poise and the humor. I went home that night and wrote about Hollywood and its humor, its laughable tongue for all these people who think they are different than me, than you. 

I miss those times.

a wordless wednesday