The constant buzz of honey bees
gorging on maple blossoms.
The pops and crackle of my camp fire.
Birds, oh the birds!
Whistling, twittering, screeching, chirping, humming.
Peeper frogs, the very sound of Spring itself,
little amphibious lullaby.
Pond water gently lapping on the bank.
Brought to life by wind and rain.
My little work alter, paying homage to the energy and spirit of New Orleans.
Wrap skirts. My friend Rose gifted me that beautiful brocade fabric with Fleur de Lis’ and bees. Of course you all know about me adopting the “fleur” as “my” symbol but also my husband is a bee keeper! So how absolutely perfect is that!? I want to make a skirt with it but I must practice, so I’m doing a scrap denim skirt first.
Japanese inspired, dolman sleeved top from all upcycled material. Including porcupine quill embellishment.
The sleeveless funnel top I was knitting with VHS tape was curling so bad in stockinette stitch that I had to start over in garter stitch.
Some early fashion photos! The one on the left is me in pre-school, I remember I didn’t want my picture taken but they made me so I made a funny face! The other is one Christmas morning. I remember feeling very luxurious in both outfits.
My most recent inspiration board.
And…what am I listening too?
A playlist I made up called My kind of feelings. A combination of Tab Benoit and Santana, and Whitesnake radio!