I used to think it was unnecessary of people to post ongoing pictures of works in progress; like, each one's not that different.
But now I'm spending hours on this piece of sewing, I get it.
So here's another wip photo of my floating islands armor (no longer looks like ravioli, now looks like puffs of meringue on pudding):
I think it would pair well with this ray gun, below (via). I want to try making things out of metal--I am inspired by Mad Max's "DIY face shields out of tea-strainers" inventiveness.
Vi took up painting a couple years ago, and the owner of the boutique where she worked until last year shows her pictures.
She wore high heels to her art opening. She turns 90 years old in two months.
Vi is the most resilient person I know.
She grew up overlooked in the middle of ten kids of Sicilian parents who lost everything in the Depression. With her first job, delivering telegrams during WWII, she saved money to buy a bright red skirt and jacket, and she's never been drab since.
It's weird--she greatly inspires me, yet in her presence, my spirit develops a slow leak. I think the problem is, her relentless positivity leaves no room for sadness. When I get home from a visit, it takes me a few days to reinflate.
Hm, maybe that ray gun could be an air pump.
But now I'm spending hours on this piece of sewing, I get it.
So here's another wip photo of my floating islands armor (no longer looks like ravioli, now looks like puffs of meringue on pudding):
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We drove to Milwaukee last weekend to see my auntie, who was having an art show.
Vi took up painting a couple years ago, and the owner of the boutique where she worked until last year shows her pictures.
She wore high heels to her art opening. She turns 90 years old in two months.
Vi is the most resilient person I know.
She grew up overlooked in the middle of ten kids of Sicilian parents who lost everything in the Depression. With her first job, delivering telegrams during WWII, she saved money to buy a bright red skirt and jacket, and she's never been drab since.
It's weird--she greatly inspires me, yet in her presence, my spirit develops a slow leak. I think the problem is, her relentless positivity leaves no room for sadness. When I get home from a visit, it takes me a few days to reinflate.
Hm, maybe that ray gun could be an air pump.
