Monthly Archives: May 2010

Can you say bird?

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So. You know I cruise around the blogosphere a lot right? Sometimes I wonder if I’m becoming a bit too good at it… because sometimes I find myself mentally yawning and thinking oh, i’ve seen that already. and that. and that, too.

I guess that’s what happens. And I’m good at spotting the way things will makes their way around the internet. And other little internet trends. And over the past month-or-so-ish I’ve been noticing little fabric/handmade birds. It’s not like it’s huge or anything, I just noticed two different handmade little art birdies featured in one day, and every now and then I spot another, and for some reason it made a little tick in my head and I saved a few of them.

I’m not a bird sculpture freak, but I’m curious about this apparent spreading little interest in them. There was a little birdie trend not so long ago…. in jewelry, and prints. I’ve always liked them. I have a really rad little bird necklace my bestie got for me for my birthday. So yes. Birds. Handmade. Crocheted. Etc. LOOK!

Louise Weaver

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Abby Glassenberg

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Abigail Brown

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Lauren Alane


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They are all lovely, aren’t they? Maybe we like birds because of their wings. Because they can fly away at will. And we relate, sometimes, to feeling caged.

But birds are such beautiful colorful, hopeful creatures. And they can sing. Even if they’re caged.

I know why the caged bird sings

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

-Maya Angelou

(Don’t mind me, my mind runs in tangents)

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Birth of a color

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Seriously, this look inside Pantone for their new Pantone Plus color matching system fills me with bubbly glee. Walking around that place would leave me drunk with color, especially watching/experiencing making a NEW COLOR. How fantastically spectacular would that be? Quite. Quite thoroughly, I say. I’m jealous of the people that work there. I know they have an iPhone app, which I really should get, but wow seeing them play with color on the iPad just about makes me want one.

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Accepting Limitations

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You may or may not know it, ladies and gents, but today (well, recent yesterday – May 12th) is Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about what I’d write here on this day, and how many times I decided not to because of people like this (and the ensuing commenters) that made me feel embarrassed and ashamed for who I am. For doubting myself, and what I know about my body. I even contemplated skipping it this year, because in reality I’m the first person who’d like to say that nope, nothing is wrong with me, not a gosh darned thing.  I fight myself on a regular basis to believe that everything is normal. Alas. Things happen, symptoms flare up, and I can’t deny it. I’ve broken down in tears already twice today, and a few more times in the past week in sheer frustration with my body. In attempting to look for a brighter side, I’ve decided to take it as a sign that I shouldn’t keep my mouth shut today. So, I’m going to say it.

My body is a drama queen: I have fibromyalgia.

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Victorians in togas

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Ladies and gents, I’ve fallen for John William Godward‘s lovely ladies. The Victorian Neo-classicist lived from 1861-1922, and was widely acclaimed until the works of painters such as Picasso grew in favor. Godward painstakingly studied the details in the architecture and dress of Greek and Roman antiquity, his favored time period, and most of his work depicts beautiful women in classical dress. In the stunning, colorfully rendered, romanticized world Godward produced in his paintings  he was often criticized for creating a world of ‘Victorians in togas’.

Some may consider it a criticism, but frankly, I like them that way. Considering the prevalence of modern mash-ups of, well, everything, I find the works gorgeous (hell, in fashion the past has always been an influence). The sumptuous beautiful draping of fabric we all associate with the Greeks and Romans along with an unexpected degree of color and color combos (especially considering how often we see clothing from this period depicted in white), mixed with ladies who do feel, to me, rather “Victorian” is most definitely eye-candy to this fashion/costume history/color lover.

It’s not hard to spot a great deal of draping, wrapping and other sorts of Greek and Roman influences in fashion right now. And these colors, to me, just feel so right. I’ve been into these colors. I’ve always been a bright colored kind of girl, but I love how these are chilled out and grayed down a bit, but they still pop in their unique and unexpected color combinations. They’re very rich, and romantic, and dreamy, and spicy and bold and delicate in the most perfect kinds of ways.

So, I picked a few of his works, and plucked some colors out from them hoping to give some color inspiration. And also, hoping to inspire you to take your fashion into your own hands. It’s pretty easy and fun to take a piece of fabric and just wrap and knot it it around yourself. It’s not too difficult and you can get a lot of use out of a single piece of fabric.

Also, I freaking love their hair. It’s a look I always sort of go for. Pretty pretty pretty (all of it).

It really is a terrible pity that Godward committed suicide after proclaiming that “the world was not big enough” for him and a Picasso.

All images from here. Do check out more if you like them.

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