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loser buttercup
08 October 2010 @ 08:32 am

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loser buttercup
08 September 2009 @ 11:51 am

I tried painting on some handbags, here's the results...the sexy results. The sugar skull bag is on etsy right hurrr If you want the bird bag just holla.
loser buttercup
04 July 2009 @ 10:06 am
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I haven't updated my lil' lj in over 19 weeks?! The time goes so fast.
I haven't done a lot of painting lately but once things that actually make me $ calm down I have planz for some!
I just wanted to let anyone in the lj world know that I made a few necklaces for a non-profit organization based in St. Louis called Stray Rescue. Take a look or pass the link on to someone who'd like to help out some pups! I hope to be doing this more often. My dream career *fingers crossed* is to combine my love for design/arts with helping animals.
loser buttercup
19 February 2009 @ 12:47 pm

Please be aware that Fennec Foxes are SUPER CUTE!
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loser buttercup
23 January 2009 @ 04:50 pm
Alberta Ferretti

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23 December 2008 @ 10:38 am

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09 November 2008 @ 09:13 am

image by flickr user joannajoanna

I am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

By Sylvia Plath