solo soaking, sushi, & sake :)
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
71/365
this blog post on andrea's blog sums up me getting on the gratitude boat. i think i need to start a gratitude journal. i adore everything about these 3 elder women. i hope to be like one of them someday... not broken by life, but still rejoicing in the beauty of it all.
Monday, March 14, 2011
for japan - 10% off & 10% donated
quick note: i'm offering 10% off in both of my etsy shops: sprout studio etsy & my vintage shop, the gleaner project 10% of all these sales will be donated to japan relief efforts. spread the word if you like. all you need to do is enter "japan" in the code box at checkout.
a little bit that is making me feel a little better about that corner of the world that needs so, so much.
a little bit that is making me feel a little better about that corner of the world that needs so, so much.
70/365
i like to practice my drawing sometimes when i do drawing exercises & skills with my students. it keeps me remembering that it *is* a skill i have learned, & i can delve back into it at anytime & do a fairly decent job at representing what is in front of me.
69/365
@ the opening of thomas campbell's & kyle field's space cake show; 4th in a weekly series of openings at the park life.
68/365
i got to go to the park life last wednesday to be an observer to thomas campbell & kyle field working on their installation for their space cake show. i got to peek & be a nosy photographer without all the crowds hanging out. in a corner of thomas' installation was this small photograph of an old margaret kilgallen piece. she is one of my favorite artists to come out of the mission school of art thought.
67/365
we drive right next to the bay each morning. since the car accident, i haven't driven & the mister gives me a ride; i get to gaze out the window & shoot pretty photos like these instead. a better deal indeed.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
super huge earring SALE!
popping in to say, i'm having a HUGE sale on earrings at my sprout studio site! check them all out & grab something for yourself or a friend. pass along the sale to all your besties too - i want to add new stuff soon, older pretties need to move along!
BIG FAT earring sale!
newest sprout studio lovelies, vintage coral flower buds, originally uploaded by sproutgirl74 / jenifer lake.
almost every. single. style on SALE go check sprout studio out for some good deals peeps!!
Friday, March 04, 2011
Thursday, March 03, 2011
brilliance.
spoken word/talk music from listener - dan smith these lyrics/poetry are amazing to me.
"WOODEN HEART" (sea of mist called skaidan)
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember"
- Listener
"WOODEN HEART" (sea of mist called skaidan)
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember"
- Listener
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
54/365
my lady weekend necklace - i'll be reminded of our weekend by these always. i love mine. i want to make more, more, more.
53/365
i feel this way sometimes, which way? which way?? we were on our way to look at art, that's a good way...
52/365
leaving lady weekend (sniffle) - i love that bridge. i've been in SF almost 10 years, i will never, ever, tire of that bridge.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
one day late, but really, any day is a good day for this.
"For You, Friend", by Ted Kooser
this Valentine's Day, I intend to stand
for as long as I can on a kitchen stool
and hold back the hands of the clock,
so that wherever you are, you may walk
even more lightly in your loveliness;
so that the weak, mid-February sun
(whose chill I will feel from the face
of the clock) cannot in any way
lessen the lights in your hair, and the wind
(whose subtle insistence I will feel
in the minute hand) cannot tighten
the corners of your smile. People
drearily walking the winter streets
will long remember this day:
how they glanced up to see you
there in a storefront window, glorious,
strolling along on the outside of time.
this Valentine's Day, I intend to stand
for as long as I can on a kitchen stool
and hold back the hands of the clock,
so that wherever you are, you may walk
even more lightly in your loveliness;
so that the weak, mid-February sun
(whose chill I will feel from the face
of the clock) cannot in any way
lessen the lights in your hair, and the wind
(whose subtle insistence I will feel
in the minute hand) cannot tighten
the corners of your smile. People
drearily walking the winter streets
will long remember this day:
how they glanced up to see you
there in a storefront window, glorious,
strolling along on the outside of time.
Monday, February 14, 2011
44/365
first time at the academy of sciences; we became members so we can go back. it was pretty amazing. i always love the jellies. always.
Friday, February 11, 2011
41/365
there are a quite a few signs in the tenderloin which i really love. this is one of them. we had a late night at dirty gritty seedy tu lan (vietnamese hailed as yummy by none other than julia child).
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
38/365
these were posted all down 3rd street, i saw at least 20 of them. modern keep calm & carry on? hmmm....
Monday, February 07, 2011
37/365
our next door camping natural history buff neighbor. he had a gajillion year old dinosaur bone in that air stream! & lots of cool feathers around.
36/365
who wouldn't want to stay at the motel cinderella?! ...we were camping in our grey ghost bus instead.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
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