Im crafting again! Look at these cute aprons I made! I will hopefully be selling these with my mom, along with some other stuff this weekend at the Pedlers market! I had so much fun making these, and cant wait to get started on some more!

Be different.

Thoughts For the Day:

Nobody is ever perfect, so why would you beat yourself up over trying to be? Live your life according to you, to the best of your abilities, and embrace your flaws. You'll be all the more beautiful for it :)

Live, Laugh, and Love.

Art!

So yesterday I visited the Sawdust Festival and Art-a-Fair, all in beautiful Laguna Beach. I Make my way down to Laguna for the festivals every year, and I love it. They have everything, including art using all kinds of paints, professional photographers, mixed media pieces (art that can incorporate anything, from wire and news clippings, to wax and rope fibers), original jewelry and clothing, as well as art pieces (the Sawdust has demonstrations in blowing glass daily). These festivals make for quite a day. With the beautiful environments (flowers everywhere) art, demonstrations (when I went, the Art-a-Fair was featuring four artists who were all painting a model), and delicious food, it's definitely a lot of fun. And hey, if you make it through the numerous art fairs and still have some energy, why not walk through some of the local shops? Or maybe take a dip in the ocean?

Memories.

We all have memories. Good memories, bad memories, even ones that no one else knows. They help us learn, help us grow and connect with others, even feel human. But, what happens when all you are left with is memories? What I mean is, what do you do when, something is lost. When the possibility of making new memories is lost forever, and suddenly you are gripping on so dearly to the ones you have locked inside your heart, afraid that - just maybe those will fade away too. Before their time. While in church years ago, the priest told us all, that when we loose someone we love, we cry not for them - but for ourselves. "How selfish" I thought. To do something so emotional, so passionate, to cry, for yourself. But I have come to discover, that there is also nothing truer. Humans, by their very nature, strive and long to be around others. If a newborn baby is denied touch and care during their early development, their emotional growth and ability to form connections will become stunted for a majority of their life. Friendship, really is all that matters.

And the thing is, sometimes you don't realize until they are gone, the impact someone had on your life. Even, if it's something as casual as a simple "hello" during class, or when you run into them at the grocery store. Sometimes, the people who can teach us the most about ourselves are the ones we never really get a chance to know, the ones who never really give us a chance, the ones who are kept separate. And maybe it's better that way. Maybe the lessons we learn from them retain some of their impact, if they also retain some of their mystery. I guess, that all I really want to say here, is that every one's life is just as must as much a gift as the next person. Everyone has their demons, and everyone makes a difference. Never be afraid to smile, and say "thank you", "I love you".
Do it everyday.

Autobiography, Part 1.

"They say that roads go to everywhere. That isn't true. Roads are just there, it is we that do the moving." ~Twilight Zone

I'm finding this to be more and more true everyday. There is a lot that most people don't know about me, not that I'm shy or that people just don't care (although I'm sure there are a few of those), but because, I'm a really complicated person. I know that's the kind of thing that a lot of people say. "I'm deep, I have scars", fill in the blank.. And, that's not to say that these people aren't, don't. But sometimes, the most complex people are the ones you never expect. There are a few people, and I mean a few, who really know what's going down deep inside of me. I'll never forget when one of these Friends told me about a bet that someone had made with her that he could figure me out in a week. We shared a good laugh, and at the end of the week, all he had to say is "She's one tough cookie to crack". And, I am pretty tough. I've had to be, or at least, I thought I did. When I was little, and was so shy, so self conscious, but always trying my hardest to never let any of that out. Anyone who knows me from then knows just how much I've changed. But that's just one part of me, one facet of the whole being. I'm a dreamer, and not just in the usual sense. I go through every possible scenario in my head, with out even trying or wanting to. I'll imagine every 'what if', see my life story before me - one for every direction I wish I could go. Fate is a funny thing. But then, that's just it.. Anyone who has talked with me on the subject knows that I believe in fate, that it's always lying at the end of the road. But then again, we're the ones doing the traveling, not the road. I don't know what is going to happen today or tomorrow. I don't know if I'll die next week, get married and have kids, heck, I don't even know what I'm having for dinner. And while I could imagine every possible outcome, it really doesn't matter. Things are never the same in your head and your heart as they are in the real world. Usually they're worse, sometimes they're better. But they are what you make of them. So when you are strolling down the road of life, and you come to the fork, with two paths ahead of you, all you can really do is close your eyes,lift up your foot, and start moving. Hoping, that you are taking the right way. This is something I struggle with a lot. You can think if you like that you are destined to end up in one place, and that fate will meet you at the end of the road, but it might not always be there along the side. It's up to you, and you faith in everything, that you will make the journey.

Come See Me!

Tomorrow, July 11 I will be selling some of my fun headbands (pictured in a post below, along with a bunch of new ones!) as well as some cute pins I have made at a boutique being held at 27412 Abanico from 9 am -2 pm. Anyone able to come should definetly stop by. I will also be at the pedlers market in Costa Mesa on Aug. 1.

Hope everyone has a good weekend!

more details can be found at: http://tresorsmarche.blogspot.com/

Travel Time

I got this postcard in the mail the other day. I LOVE postcards. The picture on the front, the stamp from the city's post office on the back, I just think they are so cool. I love getting to see how each city has something different and unique to offer. Whether it be some cheesy tourist trap, or a life changing experience that lies off the beaten path (OK OK, so I admit to watching the travel channel for extended periods of time) I think it's important to soak up as much of the world as possible. Seeing how different people live, their attitudes and customs, their countryside and their cuisine, how their past has shaped the people and town of today. Granted, Philadelphia isn't exactly a world away from California, but I think that we'd all be surprised by the differences that can lye within the same country, and the similarities that can be found a world apart.

What happened to the things that you said,
those words off the page from the book that we read.

The times when I laughed, the times when you sighed
No matter what I do, from the though I cant hide.

And now I sit here, with this pen in my hand,
knowing that I could travel from here to any land

With the whole world out there, just waiting for me to say when
while I'm hoping that someday I'll feel that way again.

Festive Headbands!

Well, I hope that everyone had a relaxing and enjoyable fourth of July weekend! I have been busy working on a couple of projects, and here are some pictures of one of them for you! I made all of these fun headbands myself, I hope you like! If you are interested in any of them, just leave me a comment.
Here is one with a daisy on the side.
And a couple with buttons..






Festive feather headband.

Sing Me A Song..

I really love music. Honestly, I enjoy it way more than the average person and I love the way it can manipulate your mood. Whenever I am feeling down, and then a happy tune comes on the radio or my ipod, I automatically perk up. Once I read somewhere that music is what feelings sound like. I think that statement pretty much sums it up for me. Music is like abstract art, in that the listener can find whatever they want within the words, the sounds. A song may sounds terribly depressing to one person, while another may find a hint of hope flowing within it. Music has this uncanny way of unlocking what's already deep inside all of us. Our hopes, our dreams, our memories, and projects them into something that's so much more real to us. It's out there, and its vulnerable and I think that listening to something that you really connect with touches your own vulnerability, and sets it free. Even if just for a period of time, music lets us take everything deep inside us already, and throw it outside of ourselves, whether that means singing along, dancing, even crying. This kind of, reckless abandon is so addicting to me. Sometimes I even find myself thinking in a sort of, sing-song meter. Even more embarrassing is when these thoughts accidentally come out in words. At this tender time in my life, I feel like music is even more important now, and whenever I listen to an old song it seems like there is always some sort of memory attached to it. I love that. I currently find myself thinking about when I was younger, and how everyone wanted to be a rock star when they grew up, and now it all makes sense to me. Who wouldn't want to be able to harness that kind of, emotional purge, and turn it into something amazing, that millions of people would be able to find their own, personal and necessary beauty in. Of course, no one thinks like that when they are six, but that doesn't mean they cant still feel it.

I'll never stop feeling it.