Have you ever said “the world’s gone MAD!” like it applies to everyone but you? And then you’re suddenly shocked awake by the realization that you’ve gone mad right along with it? What does one do with this? I sure wish I knew. So many little earthquakes lately, in the earth and in my life… it makes me wonder when the big one’s coming, Elizabeth. I have all these words, yet I find myself once again in that place of speechlessness, where everything makes sense and no sense at all… knowing that there is some difference between what I’m seeing and what is actually in front of my eyes, but not knowing which to believe. Poor me. Poor you. I’ve been told that I’m complicated. I try not to inflict it on everyone, I really do. I keep my replies short and I try to get right to the point. I limit my exchange of eye contact in an attempt to keep them out of my tangle of intricate nonsense. The curious may trudge on in for a quick look around, but only the kind, real and fearless will stay.
Sooo… how about a little weekend crafting to take the edge off?
Mom says all artists are a little bit crazy. I’m already off kilter enough to obsess over these tiny little beads and strands of glass and mess with flammable gases. But I’m about to go Liza Lou (below, everything is life size and covered with beads) on a space heater or an old telephone. On the flip, however, to question my own sanity is a pretty good indication that I am most likely still sane. This gives me hope. And my vintage blue princess telephone will remain unmolested.
Or how about cutting loose? I know! I’ll gather up 10 of my friends and move a Miata into a different driveway! Drain my spouse’s bank account and spend it all on candy and records! I’ll have a beer for crying out loud! My best friend, who takes bible study to entirely new heights, starts talking astrology and cursing in arabic after a couple of glasses of wine. So, yeah, I’ll cut loose. I’ve changed my mind about trying to correct my potty mouth, I’ll keep my precious f-bombs. Some doctors say it’s good for the heart. That, and I’m going to start wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes. That should fix everything.
Hmm, what else… Spiders these days! Someone wise once told me that allowing spiders to live with me in the house will come back and bite me on the ass. Literally. And they were correct. It wasn’t bad, but still. I caught a giant one in the living room and as I was putting it outside, an even bigger one walked right in through the front door. I hear the abundance of spiders means an early fall but fall is here and I still have sweat pouring down my back, even at night. When’s it gonna end? I’ve gotten more flying molten glass burns on my arms and chest this summer than any other I can think of. I know I shouldn’t wear low cut stuff at the burner, but wow, it gets so hot in there.
I’ve been working on orders (like the one above) and I made a memory wire bracelet out of some Atomic Booger Mini Smooches for a family friend (below). This is a big hairy deal because memory wire makes me want to smoke crack. That doesn’t mean to never ask me to make something out of memory wire. I’ll do it. For love and cash, and only for both at the same time. Unless you’re Mom, and you feed me something I like followed with pie, and the bracelet’s already made and I’m only needed to bend the ends and add some wire-wrapped danglies.
Queens Of The Stone Age have been keeping me warm these days, and after I burned myself out I found this goodie on youtube:
Flavor Parts 1 and 2 are from the Experimental Remixes album by Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, featuring Beck and Mike D from the Beastie Boys. The second half is my favorite. Did anyone catch the parody of the Aerosmith/RUN-DMC video for Walk This Way from the 1980’s? And then they put Flavor Flav’s face on the moon at the very end! Hell to the yes!
So I had to hunt down this old gem:
It’s been ages since I’ve seen this. I love how Steven Tyler does a spin with his scarf adorned microphone stand before he smashes the wall with the base. If you’re gonna destroy something, do it with style, is what I always say. (Actually, I’ve never said that.) I prefer the RUN-DMC version to the old Aerosmith one. Whenever I hear the Aerosmith version, it never sounds quite right to me. Probably because I’m from the MTV generation, and my first exposure to Walk This Way was this video.
I’ll be listing some new stuff on Etsy this Thursday. I had planned on a big Superstars sale instead, but life is strange and it isn’t going to happen that way. Meanwhile, here’s a look at one of the upcoming selections:
We’ll chat again on Thursday… thanks for checking in.