Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
In The Studio: Steampunk Art Doll Faerie
I love art.
My favorite art form for expressing myself at the moment is sculpting art dolls and have been doing so since 2004. An art doll is more of a sculpture because you can not play with her.
I love faeries.
I am greatly inspired by fantasy artist's Brian Froud, Selina Fenech, and Linda Ravenscroft.
I love to sculpt faeries.
Here is my latest sculpture. She is made from Puppen Fimo polymer clay. I wanted to share a few pictures of the beginning so that you may see what her armature looks like. Steampunk seems to be highly favored at the moment in the art doll world, but I didn't originally set out to make her this. When I began shading and blushing her body, this is when the clothes design process is always focused on, the idea come to me to try my hand at Steampunk. I hope you enjoy her.
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| This is an armature. It is heavy gauge wire wrapped with foil and masking tape. |
I do what is called series baking. When you series bake, it insures that the inner layers of clay harden and make a solid foundation for the art doll. This is very important for survival because polymer clay can break.
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| She isn't very pretty at the moment huh? See the little faerie in the back ground watching? |
I get so lost in the sculpting process I forget to take pictures. In this stage I am blushing her. I learned a great tip from Deb Wood, a fantastic art doll artist, about using matte make-up blushes you get from the local stores for blushing. It works amazingly.
I was very happy with her collar bones and shoulders. At this point I already knew she would need to have a see through top to show them off.
I hope you like her. If you are interested in purchasing her here is her auction link via eBay. Happy bidding and thank you for spending time with me in the studio!
xoxo
M.
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Friday, September 7, 2012
Minimizing or as My Husband Calls It "What Are You Throwing Away Now?"
The title says it all really. I embarked on a new life
mission to live a more simple and minimalistic lifestyle. The first step on
this path was going through each room and assessing my possessions. You know
what? I had a lot of shit.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not a hoarder. Ask anyone who
has been in my house, I lived an uncluttered clean house lifestyle. After all, I
do suffer from mild OCD. All my possessions had a space to live, nice and
organized. This is not minimalistic living though.
Organizing is a dirty word in simplistic living. Why? Most
of the time you do not need more than one or two of the same item with the
exception of dinnerware and underwear; so if you find yourself organizing twelve
plastic food storage containers with only seven lids, you are just organizing
your excess and this is not simple living.
I began in my kitchen which was the perfect place to start. I mean, I am not a kitchen gadget addict so I was for sure this would be quick and easy. It took me nine hours to go through my kitchen. Yes nine hours of my life was spent on shifting through plastic containers, lids, unused small appliances, stacking and un-cluttering my cabinets. I was shocked to find that I had six decorated fruit bowls. Who knew I was addicted to buying fancy fruit bowls? I sure didn’t. Here is a picture of the bags I donated from my kitchen clean out and a shot of my new simplistic kitchen and dinning room.
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| Only toaster and coffee pot on the counters to keep a clean look |
I made my first big blunder during this time period. I threw
away the coffee cup Michael used daily. I had already made the promise in the
beginning of this venture not to minimize anything he used or any of his possession. Let me tell you something. If your mate is not on board with minimalistic living, do not
touch their things, because they will complain. A lot.
Next I tackled the bath room. This was fairly easy because I
do not buy in bulk. The medicine cabinet was the worst and I spent about an
hour to get it cleaned out. I threw away all out dated over the counter medicines. My make up drawer was easy because much of the cosmetics was so old it and shades of hot pink and purple. I only kept the
make-up I use daily and one nice compact of eye shadows for evening wear. I
forgot to take a picture of the before but here is the after. This make-up will have to be replaced soon because they are really old and it is good hygienic sense to replace your old makeup.
I also want to mention, that my second offense, happened in
this room. I threw out an almost empty (I still say it was empty)
aftershave bottle that I intended on replacing of Michael’s. Two days later I
quickly replaced it because I was near insanity from his nagging constant
reminders that I had promised not to minimize his belongings.
I removed a few pieces of furniture from the living room and
moved our bedroom, into our spare room and left behind all the things that were
still important to Michael in the old room. By doing this I respected his
wishes and I was able to achieve a peaceful simple bedroom for my taste. The
downsize of my wardrobe is covered here, because it was a challenge in itself.
I still have my craft room and I know this will be the
hardest thing to simplify. I dread doing it, because a rule of simple living is you may keep the item if it is beautiful or brings you joy. And I am convinced my 20 shades of glitter are beautiful and I have 20 artist friends who are sure to agree. Overall I am happy with my first attempt and
feel I accomplished a lot. I have been 3 weeks without the items I donated and we
I haven’t stressed a moment without them.
xoxo
M.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Project 333 Making Pigs Fly
Project 333
I came across a challenge to show that living with less is
possible and easy. As I have mentioned before I am not the average hoarder consumer.
I did have an excess of clothes, way more than I could ever need in one given
time period, but I didn’t have like 50 pairs of shoes or 3 closets full of
designer clothes. What I did have was along the lines of 16 pairs of shoes, 4
drawers and half a walk in closet of clothes from Torrid, Roaman’s, Lane Bryant
and Cato’s. I am, trying not to be, was a huge fan of online shopping. So the
majority of these clothes did not fit well or at all and since I always forget to return items they hung unworn in my closets.
The basics of this challenge is to live 3 months with 33
items. That’s right. Only 33 items in your wardrobe. Items like socks,
undies, your wedding ring, sleep wear, lounge wear, and workout clothing are the
exceptions. Since the rule with workout clothing involved only wearing it
to work out, I couldn’t keep items under this because, well, I do not exercise
on a daily basis. Luckily my “work-out clothing” and “lounge wear” are
basically the same thing, because lounging is an action and classifies as a
workout. in my head.
This challenge isn’t meant to make you suffer, but to free
you from societies excessive consumerism by showing that you can live with
less. When choosing your 33 items, you are instructed to choose the clothing
that fits you or makes you feel at your best. Choose the items that when you
see your reflection you think, “Damn I look good.”
This is my clothes pile before the purge.
As I was trying on what seemed like an endless amount of
clothes, I put together some outfits I liked and realized I hated the majority
of my clothes. I knew even if I boxed them up for wear once the three months
was over, they would still just hang there in my closet. So I decided to purge them. In the
end my entire wardrobe was reduced to the following:
9 pants
15 shirts
3 dresses
1 skirt
2 pair boots
(I am a Texan after all, y'all)
1 flip flop
2 dress shoes
2 tennis shoes
3 sweaters
1 coat
1 Renaissance costume
(Mandatory Faerie Wear)
Now this adds up to 40 items; but 5 items are put away until
winter, the 2 pairs of tennis shoes don’t count because they are exercise wear, so that
leaves my 33 items.
I have less clothes to wash and spend less time standing
stupidly in front of the closet deciding what to wear and more time for exercising meditating. I have managed two weeks so far without replacing a
single item or shopping online. That right there my friends, could make pigs fly.
xoxo
M.
For more about Project 333 visit it's website.
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Thursday, July 5, 2012
Kinky Shit I Learned From 50 Shades of Grey
“This is a man in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he's lost. . . Somewhere in his darkness.
His eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe him. Join him briefly in the darkness and bring him into the light.” E. L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
- If you want to impress a woman and make your psychotic issues less important, forget flowers and candy, a ride in a helicopter, hang glider, or sailboat named after your mother will do much better. Knowing how to sexually please her and wanting to please her is equally important. A hot tryst in the elevator is helpful when trying to reel her in.Who knew?
- I learned practical uses for a crop, flog, and hogtie, and none of those uses have anything to do with animals on a farm.
- An ultimate pacifier is not a wonderful item to sooth your crying infant and nipple clamps are not an apparatus used for hanging drying baby bottle nipples.
- Addressing someone by Mr. or Miss. over and over during flirtatious word play grows on you and you find yourself teasingly calling your husband Mr. Grey, which he does not find in the least bit exciting or funny. Ah hum. Michael. :-)
- A spreader bar does not spread around awesome free mixed drinks. However, using so said bar really helps get you into shape for that Yoga lesson you have been putting off.
- When introduced to 2 silver balls on a ribbon, the classic song Jingle Bells from Christmas is farthest from your mind. You then ask your husband if he knows what Ben-Wah balls are, and he says “Yes of course, those are the Chinese stress balls right?” With a great sigh of relief you smile and say, “Yes that’s right dear.” –admission I did not know the correct name of 2 silver balls on a ribbon, I feared if I googled that info it would result in it being stored in my internet history and the FBI would knock down my door for being a freak so instead I shyly asked my best friend who immediately answered my inquiry. Who knew she was so informed? Kinky slut!
- I will never look at a man with a walking cane the same way. Ever. Again.
- No matter how fucked up you are, if you make one hundred thousand dollars an hour, have copper colored wavy hair, wear your pants hanging on your hips, in that sexy way, and buy a woman an Audi after your second date, she will keep coming back for more of your "kinky fuckery".
- The most romantic way to ask a woman for her hand in marriage is after you admit to being a sadist. Can’t fail here guys!
- Breaking up with your guy after he confesses his deepest darkest sexual desires to beat you with toys (and you let him); then after reconciling your relationship asking him to use those toys on you again sends mixed messages people. Pick which side of the Tantric chair you are going to be tied up on and stick with it damn it!
“I thought I'd broken you."
"Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."
He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.”
"Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."
He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.”
E. L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
Hey, everyone has issues right? When you fall in love
with someone and choose to stay, you accept these issues and make it your life mission to
change accept them. Or you don’t stay and you walk away. You may walk away with your
dignity still intact and possibly un-whipped, however most likely you will just
meet another fucked up person with even more issues and less wavy hair. I mean who’s really normal now-a-days? If you
do decide to stay, though, you must be committed to helping with those issues,
you must give unconditional love, and you must give 100% trust in the love you
have for this person. If you wake up one day and find yourself wanting to run
like Forest Gump, well just buy a ball gag and hand cuffs, slap them on your
partner and lock’em in a closet. Make a
cup of Twinning’s English Breakfast Tea and curl up to 50 Shades of Grey. By Chapter 5 you will eagerly release your partner after realizing they aren’t so fucked
up after all. If this plan fails to make
you take off those running shoes, then have lots and lots of orgasmic sex all
over the house because awesome sex always makes a stressful situation better.
Oh and don’t forget sex on the piano. Yay, you get laid and play music at the
same time. Who doesn’t like to multitask?
Forcing myself these last few days to read this series
will be seared in my mind filed under my important life lessons. I of course only did
this for you, my faithful followers, so you wouldn't have to deceive your spouse pretending to have the worse case of cramps on the fourth of July so that you could lay in bed under a heating pad all day while smiling deliciously at your Kindle Fire!
You. Are. Very. Welcome.
Laters, Baby. ;)
M.
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XOXOXO (I never know when to stop) XO,
Your Sometimes Delusional Throw Away Doll
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Night of Pleasure, Island Hoppers
At the last moment Friday, I randomly threw together an
evening get away with Michael. I begged pleaded asked my sister to watch
Marcella so he and I could go to Galveston for the night. Now, anyone who knows
me knows I do not do spontaneous. I am a plan ahead, like far in advance, 6
months a head, kind of girl. Alas, I have been standing at the edge of the cliff
of despair lately and my relationship has taken a toll of it. I owed it to
myself, to my husband, and to our marriage to splurge a little. Let loose and fancy free? Foot loose and free fancy? Get the hell out of dodge or at least as much as $200 bucks could get you at last moment.
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| See what happens when you don't plan ahead, no, I don't mean the traffic, I mean the lack of a good pedicure for a photo shot of you waiting for the damn ferry. |
(No I DO NOT know who that person is, I googled McFaddin Beach looking for a picture of the barriers and that picture came up)
The wait for the ferry is like a crap shoot. It could be less then thirty minutes or four days. Okay, not really four days, but in the Texas heat, it seems like an eternity. Once on the ferry though, it is like a mini cruise line, sorta, well minus the food, the alcohol, the entertainment, wait what was I saying? Oh yeah, like a mini cruise uhm we got birds y'all. That's it.
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| Texas invented Crazy Birds Y'all |
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| Okay, birds and pride |
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| Ass Whipped Shot |
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| Sweet shot |
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| On a ferry watching a ferry, isn't he cute? |
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I wasn't really feeding the birds, but pretending to feed the birds to trick y'all, I ate the only damn crackers I could find (left over from Marci's school snack) because I was fucking hungry! The birds did not think this was funny and in revenge tried to shit on me. Michael however, did laugh pretty hard at the site of it all. It was good to hear him laugh, even if it was at me.
When we finally got to the island we headed straight to Bubba Gump's Restaurant, I hadn't shared any of the crackers with Michael and now he was starving. We had to park about 2 miles down the road on the seawall and walk to the newly opened Pleasure Pier were Gump's is located. Once we got there 10 hours later, fat ass people take a while to walk three miles y'all, the
Shortly after we were told by a sweet young man, that the bar was first come first serve, so I dragged Michael in and hoovered closely over a couple sitting there enjoying their meal. Within minutes, hassled free, they finished fast and we had a sweet spot at the bar close to the beer draft and I was good to go! I didn't get a photo of the restaurant, because I was too busy getting
Instead of paying the $20's to walk down the pier and watch people puke after getting off the rides, I decided I wanted to buy Marci some gifts instead. We found her a cute little dolphin necklace with rhinestones and a pirate's telescope. After this, we headed to the hotel. I did not take pictures of what happened in the hotel room because I am not a
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| Taken from 6 miles away where our car was parked. |
All in all, our night was very wonderful, and if you get a chance, take a moment and do something spontaneous. It may just bring you great pleasure.
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| Hugs M & M |
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XOXOXO (I never know when to stop) XO,
Your Sometimes Delusional Throw Away Doll
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