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Wooden blocks & polka dots


I’m rather enjoying this “Unbreakable” necklace as created by Kristina of the popular blog Kris’s Color Stripes. I love the colors, and the variety of sizes. How it’s large but not overwhelming, and how it doesn’t look too contrived. I like how they bump and smush against each other a bit. Pics of the process excited me even more:

All the little wooden balls seeped in color look so jolly. And then it struck me! They look kind of like polka dots. I’ve always been a fan of polka dots. I’d love to get my hands on those beads! Kristina’s site informs that she’ll be selling something similar soon in her shop, which is exciting. But also makes me think about making big funky necklaces myself. Especially when I remembered this:

This fun and colorful little ditty was created by artist Merrilee Liddiard while playing with her son and his educational lacing beads. I wholeheartedly agree with her “inspiration can be found in the oddest of places” sentiment, as expressed on her lovely blog Mer Mag. I can’t lie. Getting a set is kind of tempting….

And/or figuring out other fun large things to use to make fun, kooky, chunky, lovely bold jewelry that doesn’t take itself too seriously. :)

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wooler + cooler


February is upon us, dear friends; and, it’s cold. Very cold. So cold that my ears hurt even though I had them tucked all snug in a bug in my little teal hat. Alas. There are a lot of places it’s colder. So, when I saw Ms. Rita Cordeiro’s gorgeous winter wares from her wooler line I couldn’t help but think they’d (help) take the edge off the gloom of coldverycold. Because, as you’ll see she does some splendidly wonderful things with color. And not only that, but all her hats and neckwear (and pieces that do double duty) made from Portuguese wool look oh-so-very snuggly. Cheerful color + copious coziness = maybe, possible venturing outdoors when the wind feels like cold little knives.

With a teeny bit more investigation, I found the button to Rita’s other shop cooler, where she works her excellent color sense and crochet skills into some lovely and unique textile jewelry.

And now, the proof:

Lovely, yes? I’m going to post now, lest I spend even more time pondering if I should be switching pics around. Go on ahead and visit her sites yourself to see more :)

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Wearable Ar(t)chitecture


Not too long ago, April in fact, I was perusing through Wallpaper magazine when I stumbled upon an article about architect Bart Prince. It made me a little giddy inside, with all of those gorgeous organic undulating wavy-esque organic type curves. So, dorkily, I snapped pics with my phone with the intent to look more up on Mr. Prince later. Months later I still hadn’t done it, until I saw jewelry designer Anthony Roussel‘s work on Design-Milk the other day and jettisoned over his site to check out more :

First, I was all holy crap, that’s gorgeous. And then I realized something about his work looked familiar, and the gears started turning.

I smell some inspiration, don’t you? And by reading more about Mr. Roussel’s work, you’ll notice that he has a “passion for modern architecture”. Personally, I love his work. It’s gorgeous. And it’s a great way to be able to wear that beautiful architectural vibe of Mr. Prince when you can’t afford to live there, especially tweaked to fit on the human body.

Love them both!

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I’m liking this brooch by Tatty Devine for the Tate museum store.

It reminds me of a short story I wrote in my senior year of high school called Lint about a young girl, Lynn, who’s feeling lost and alone and useless since her father passed away. She spends her time watching the world pass by from the anonymity of her apartment window feeling like a speck of lint floating aimlessly in the air, bothersome to anyplace she lands. After a series of events she finds her self face to face with a young woman who she’s noticed whilst sitting at her window. The woman, Arianna, who Lynn finds out is an artist living in a colorfully vibrant home, shows the young girl kindness and friendship. Arianna eventually takes Lynn back to her studio where upon she reveals that she’s been painting the young girl, sitting at her window up above. Lynn is incredibly touched seeing herself in this new light, and though the painting is unfinished she can see the beauty it could become. She starts to see herself that way, too – as an unfinished painting – and doesn’t feel quite so lost.

Perhaps the story is a little cheesy (?), if so, forgive my 17 year old self; but it’s around the time I started thinking of the “self” as a possibly a piece of art, and subsequently life (as the top of my page states). I think it’s nice to think of it that way. Everything just a piece of the puzzle, a swab of paint on the canvas. Individually, they recall the hurt and the joy, the peaceful moments and the tense, the love and the loss…but together, when you step back and look at them all splattered there, it has this sort of beauty, the pieces of your life. When you step back from being “inside” the picture, the moment, you can see this better… see that even a tough time is just a fraction of the whole, that sometimes you can build something wonderful atop that toughness, the chaos. And it allows you to feel a little calm from within the storm.

And that’s why I like this brooch. Because we should always think of ourselves as works in progress. There’s always someplace to go.

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If you’re a gal who has historically had really long hair, and have since chopped it (all) off you may, over time, realize you (sometimes somewhat desperately) miss the feeling of hair cascading down your shoulders and/or back. I know I do, at least now that it’s been three years since The Great Chop. While I do, and have, enjoyed the ease and simplicity my pixie ‘do has afforded me, I have found myself recently craving my hair. It’s mildly pathetic at times. And so, I’m working on growing it some, and we’ll see how my patience holds through all of the ensuing awkward phases that will accompany the growing (*ahem* the mid-lengths ((I’ve always wished that I could have magical hair like one of the dolls I had as a child where you could pull her arm one way and her hair would magically grow (!) and wind it the other way and it would shorten. Talk about setting up a girl for unrealistic expectations, sigh))).

Anyway, I stumbled upon some interesting jewelry and hair-wraps that, while shown on long haired ladies, may give us pixies a temporary quasi fix for those moments where we’re craving an interesting hair fix.

First up are intriguing offerings from the talented Jules Kim of BiJules:

The “Hairrings” are earrings with dangling pieces of human hair (in a variety of colors that are both natural and fun). I think these are pretty interesting, but I can be a bit of a klutz/space cadet at times (tripping over my own two feet, knocking over drinks, laughing the candles at a restaurant out, etc) so this worries me a little bit. I could see myself getting them stuck in the subway doors or something. Never fear, though, Bijules does have other options that don’t carry the risk of ripping a hole in your ear.

Jules also offers up the “hairwrap”, in which the hair is attached to a loop that wraps around your ear and the“weave lariat”, in which the hair is attached to lariats that loops around your (sun)glasses with an aided dash of chain.

(see and purchase at her aforementioned website or on 80’s purple and Pixie Market

In a less literal sense are some lovely pieces from Laura Kranitz:

Laura does a number of pieces that use chain and feathers of varying lengths and colors and some that just use chain (available at 80’s purple). While feathers are perhaps nearing the end of their course, I do really like the idea of that dangly, swooshy, sweeping feel of hair but in other materials.

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ring ’round your ear


I’ve been in love with Poras Chaudhary’s photos from India’s Celebration of Colors for some time now. The depth and intensity of the colors are positively exquisite and, as a profound lover of color, I bet this would be an amazing event to experience. The pics have been circulating the web for months, and rightly so; so, I thought I’d highlight this one photo from the series because I really really like what this fellow did with this necklace (?). I loved it so much I immediately tried to recreate the look with a fairly similar necklace that I own but, alas, the chain was a bit too thick, and so the effect wasn’t nearly the same. I’d like to investigate making one… but who knows if I can even wear it with the aplomb and tranquility of this fellow.

It does, of course, give me some ideas.

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Eye’ve got you under my skin


I’m sure you’ve seen the tiny trinkets (like lockets) of yesteryear with tiny little hand-painted portraits of a loved one tucked lovingly inside (sometimes they were painted with ground up hair, or perhaps included a lock of it – the very practice that inspires jewelry designer Melanie Bilenker‘s gorgeous portraits). It was the best that could be done in a time before photography. But perhaps you didn’t know (because I sure didn’t) that between 1780-1830, a unique form of this practice arose: sending a loved one a teeny tiny portrait of your eye.

Sometimes this loved one could be representative of a relative or lover who had passed away; but, more often, these trinkets were exchanged between living lovers. Sometimes secret lovers.

As it happens, in 1784 Maria Fitzherbert met the young Prince of Wales at the London Opera. He was immediately smitten and proposed to her tout de suite. She accepted, reluctantly, and then left the continent hoping that he’d forget the whole ordeal. He did not, however, and when sent her a letter proposing marriage once more he included not an engagement ring but a portrait of his eye, saying:

“I send you a Parcel…and I send you at the same time an Eye, if you have not totally forgotten the whole countenance.  I think the likeness will strike you.”

She accepted, went back to England to marry the Prince, and had a portrait of her own eye made as a gift for him.

It’s a quite charming gesture isn’t it, the gifting of ( a portrait of ) one’s eye? As windows to the soul, as they say, they’re also sort of a peak into the heart. There’s just something so lovely and intimate about looking into the eyes of someone you care about, and sometimes it’s hard if you’re feeling shy. So much can be revealed. And so, it’s oh so sweet to send a portrait of your eyes; it’s kind of like saying “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind if you see me, in fact, I want you to.” And it’s like a piece of their heart right there.


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