A wedding. A graduation. The entrance to a senior year. The beginning and the end of so many things. Things to gain, and lose. then one year to make it all work. One year for the world to begin. My final year. Their first year. Family. Friends. Life. Wow.
Halloween's around the corner. One mafia member is ready to go.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Jeans
Sometimes they go on perfect,
hug your thighs and slim you down,
and you walk tall and high,
aware of yourself.
Sometimes they come with a struggle,
squeeze your thighs and point things out,
and you hunch and hide,
aware of your self.
They're everyday and everywhere,
wear and tear or stop and stare.
They push you, pull you, hug you feel you.
Ever notice how a pair of pants can make or break your entire day?
My jeans project: I decorated, distressed, and ripped a pair of jeans with a nail file, a cheese grater, fabric paint, brads, safety pins, and rickrack. I like the result.
Monday, October 13, 2008
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