Chains can be used in many forms especially in editorial prints. Chains can be considered glamorous, punk, gangster, or even precious based on how they are styled. Each of the following editorials have used chains in a series of ways yet one thing remain the same they are all created from similar metals. Similar to chains, people are born the same but shaped differently based on their culture, or upbringing.
I got to spend a day with my best friend, Ben, recently, running around town and taking photos. He’s an avid photographer and I just wanted along for the ride. (I actually made him take a picture of me in every hat in the store that fit on my head, and even a few that didn’t.)
I got to take part in my first show ever this year, which was our University production of The Drowsy Chaperone. I was on wardrobe crew, and I absolutely loved it. I loved the show, and I loved the people I got to work with.
I didn’t love the 16 hour days or the fact that I got deliriously ill midway through the run, but what can ya do? (My double under eye circles in this picture can back my story)
I also didn’t love sorting through the actor’s soaking in sweat costumes afterwards, but it has to be done. For those who think the theatre is a glamorous creature. It is not.
The theatre is cuts and bruises, long days with no lunch break, and shoveling damp sawdust into a dumpster on a windy day. The theatre is wonderful.
Long story short. Expected a bunhc of awesome college halloween parties to choose from. Didn’t happen. Whipped up a zombie costume, spend haloween at home with my mother in a small bar getting hit on by a guy that could have been my grandfather and was covered in beer.
And they didn’t even end up having the costume contest. Ugh.
Every year, our Christmas tree is hideous. It all started when my parents left the christmas boxes in the attic, in Florida, on our move up to the midwest. That year my Grandmother hand stitched all of our ornaments, which were christmas themed fabric with the pictures cut out and stuffed with pillow fluff. It was sweet, but they were hideous.
This stocking being chewed up by my dog was the prettiest thing we had. Seriously.
In the past we’ve let it be, and never bought any new ornaments or christmas decorations, but this year, my mother decided that we deserved to have a pretty christmas and splurge (our asses off) for a brand new christmas, for the first time, ever.
She wanted A Peacock Christmas.
And so we scoured the craft aisles at Walmart and Target, plucked a few feathers out of my bird, (sorry) and got to work. Well, I got to work; she got to cocktails and Pinterest.
(We didn’t pluck these out of her. She plucks them on her own because she’s sexually frustrated.)
For our ornaments, we bought a variety of plain silver balls and painted them with nailpolish and glitter, or adorned them with feathers. (some from my Macaw, and some we bought on Etsy) The ornament above is simply a lot of glue, and a lot of feathers.
Decorating ornaments soon got immensely boring. Especially since someone who suggested this in the first place, was not helping one bit. So I decided to put down the ornamentsand pick up something else.
These were just two old nutcrackers that we’ve had laying around for years and never used. They can’t be used for cracking nuts anymore since they’ve been covered in nail polish, glitter, and poster paint, but they are pretty snazzy decorations.
My mother refused to put them back in the box with the rest of the Christmas stuff. I predict that they will become a year long installment in our home.
The next thing to be made was a wreath. Let it be known, that I will never make an evergreen wreath of my own free will, ever again. It came out alright, but it was definitely not worth the frustration of spending hours trying to get everything to sit just right, only to have it fall apart afterwards.
Our tree this year was quite gorgeous. We ended up cheating at the end and bought ourselves some ornaments. If you’re planning on making an entire tree full of hand decorated ornaments, you would be wise to start in September.
Of course the wrapping paper matches the tree. This almost sends out the message that we’re a well put-together, functioning family.
We are not.
And last, but not least…okay, definitely least. Cookies. (They were terrible)
I was constantly told that they tasted like plato. Ah, well. I ate about 50 of them anyways.
And then came Christmas day, when our family members gifted us with
fugly beautiful decorations in horrendous tasteful colors, and we wanted to burn them proudly displayed them throughout the house.
Ah, well. We tried.
Late Spring - I got my acceptance letter to the University of Wisconsin – Whitewater. I am an undeclared Freshman at this point in time, but my plan is to graduate with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Costume Design.
Late Summer - All of my belongings packed and ready to go. I, on the other hand, was not ready to go.
August 26th - I move into my dorm a few days earlier than the other students, and wait for signs of life.
Seriously. There were none. Except the squirrels. The UW campuses are kind of renowned for the squirrel population.
Early January - Here I am now. The first semester of college was one big blur. I have no pictures of anything, because I didn’t really do anything. I guess my New Years resolution this year is this blog, and living a little bit more. I am resolving not to be a hermit, to take more opportunities that college provides for me, and to do more art – there is never enough art.