Friday, December 25, 2009

Yule, 2009

Wow! All the gift-giving and recieving has ended! However, there is still a mighty plethora of cookies awaiting consumption. But, with this holiday, have come many unforgettable memories with many still to come.

The tree; in splendor!

Alex's photo tree - made by me with credit to The Big Ass Book of Crafts's Mark Montano. Mine looks better than his though. Just a side.

Close up! Notice Alex Trebek there. Mmmm.

My Pep Pep and Mum (looking delirious) this morning. My father received a lovely NOSE COZY...which is a knitted hat for the nose. It really works. Jealous/want one? Let me know and I'll craft one up for little old you.

This here is a painting that I completed for my Early Religion class. It represents the Mesoamerican folk belief of the Nahual, who are witches that can shape-shift into turkeys, donkeys, dogs, cats, foxes (as shown), etc.

Friday, December 18, 2009


This is Serrasalminae, or rather, the Pacu. She is a very close relative to the piranha, but, unlike the piranha, possesses square-shaped teeth that look wonderfully like your own (if you happen to be a human).

Too Cute!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Desert Infatuation No. 1

I'm not quite sure as to where it came from, but one of my newest infatuations has been the wonderous sprawl of the open and pure desert. This curiousity brought about a craving for a cactus terrarium - so, I made one.
Thanks, Alex, for this little guy!


Hunted by early humans and later in 1830, when bounties were placed on Thylacine or Tasmanian Tigers' heads, these nocturnal mammals are now considered extinct. However, there have been countless numbers of unofficial sightings since 1936 when the tiger was perceived to be extinct. Now, researchers attempt to resurrect this incredible animal by using DNA found in old specimens such as embryos and fur.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Yule Tidings

My mind has become quite fertile with the changing season - zippy cold with azure, cloud-covered skies - frost stuck on trees and flower beds.

So she went to work (my mind, that is) and gave birth to a few gifts for a few special someones. The first two photos illustrate charms that I've made out of found driftwood and buffalo teeth. According to many Native American cultures, the buffalo symbolizes generosity, gratefulness, and peace. Next, are the two photos of my vertebrae necklace. I found, what looks to be, a large bird skeleton and recycled some of the bones into jewelry, as I did here. Lastly, is a pair of earrings for a friend made from fly fish hooks. There is still much work to be done.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


Musk: that lovely not-too-girly scent in many perfumes. However, it actually originates from a gland between the stomach and the testicles in the male Musk Deer that is used as an aphrodisiac to attract a female Musk Deer. Consequently, due to over hunting for that oh-so-luxuriously-smelling-wonder-gland, the Musk Deer has faced near extinction. So, now perfumeries get their musk elsewhere; other plants and animals with similar smells and artificial ones as well.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Saving the Whales (and the oceans) One Sale At a Time

Here I am again....months later, I think.
Now, with every sale at Anachronistic Apparel Vintage, $2 is donated to the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society for the fight for our ocean's health. This is just my little way of making a little bit of a difference.

Campaign photos haha ^-^................

Visit the store, if you may:

Thank you!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Anachronistic Apparel!

In lieu of a job altering situation, I've begun the the startings of my own small vintage clothing business! I'm loving it and can't wait to get my promotion ideas started : )
Stay tuned for updates at

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Stripping to Be a Feminist

Don't you just long to swing 'round and 'round a sticky metal pole while letting those hot ta ta's of yours bounce about as a way to get a good cardio exercise? Oui, stripping! This is one of the trendiest, new workouts targeted at women. However, many women wonder how this might play on one's role as a liberated, bright, and modern woman. Some argue that this is as liberated as you get; by using one's body for personal gain such as good health, money (if that's what we're talking about), your man or woman's satisfaction, and/or a sense of sexiness. On the flipside, though, some argue that the act of stripping takes us back a few decades to times when the female body was objectified more often than not. Also, that stripping makes one look like a mindless sex toy.

I suppose it depends on the person and under what terms the stripping is being done. Overall, I think it's how you feel when you're humping the heck out of that pole; if you feel awesome, keep it up (the stripping of course)! And if not....well, then stop and go back to the pilates.

The Chintzy Outfitter

I love Urban Outfitters. It's a big time guilty pleasure of mine. However, I dispise their prices. The last time I paid UO a visit, I spied some lovely/cute/pretty/way neato headbands. The stretchy "band" part of it was made out of bra strap elastic and the applique was just, well, an applique. I thought how easy and simple it would be to fashion one of these $28 headbands on my own. And I did. All I had to do was buy a little bit of trim, a felt square, some beads, and the elastic. I then beaded the beads to the trim for a more refined and sparkly look (the beading took a while, about an hour, and is difficult to see in the photos, unfortunately), added a piece of felt to the back (for structure), then measured my head's circumference with the elastic, and sewed it up! Easy as that! I'm planning to make some more since they came out so well and look exactly like the headbands I saw at Urban Outfitters and Anthropologie. The only difference? Mine only cost $5 to make and enjoy!

My self-made head band

Expensive, lame $28 head band

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Jane Austen and Yeah, Zombies.

While on a recent outing to the local Barnes and Noble, I happened across a new/old, and surprisingly wonderful novel; Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Yes, the former is the actual, standing title of Jane Austen's original and recently spiced-up (with rotting animated corpses) classic. The only apparent contrast between this "new" novel and the oldie is the presence of the post-mortem creepies who obviously must wreak havoc on the cast.
I don't know about you, but I am rearing to get my hands on a copy of this newly updated favorite.

Just look at that cover! Enticing!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

When One Is Granted Too Much Time

The results can be spectacular!
First, I painted my rendition of the Giant Pink Sea Snail from the 1967's Dr. Dolittle. Then, I was STILL BORED! Yeah!
So, I decorated a monkey plush thing that I discovered in the basement. Now I am
tired; but still antsy.

Here's that pink snail I was telling ya'll about!

And here's that poor, poor monkey! Wow!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

You Like Garden Gnomes?

WELL, then you're a wanna-be Amelie, okay?

WWII Is Over So Get Over It (but remember, of course)

With new eye-opening films based on WWII such as The Reader and The Boy In the Striped Pajamas, one can only wonder, "WTF?"
For one (now, I'm not quite sure on the specifics here and this was told to me by a peer source) how can an almost ninety-year-old German man living in the United States be deported back to Germany and charged with murder on hund
reds, even thousands of accounts that were all acquired in a certain concentration camp during the Holocaust?
Of course, the acts of evil and persecution are not to be ignored. However, these acts were ca
rried out because of law and the consequences of not obeying them; no if's and's or but's.
Imagine. You are told by a diligent and rigid system that you are to adhere to a strict policy or your family or your very own life will be at stake. And it was true! This is no "Click it or ticket" policy at hand, these were people.
So, who is the modern law system to say that these crimes are fit to enter a courthouse at all? Who is to say that even they would never commit the heinous acts circa 1939-1945 if pushed far enough?
After seeing The Reader, I wondered how anyone could be tried for something that was legal and the law in their country at that particular time that the crime was committed. It
just doesn't make sense. Awful example, but what if you had a horrible habit of spitting your gum out on the cement? Then, sixty years later, they pass a law forbidding the mere act. The consequence if you do happen to expel a gum ball onto the pavement; death. Woops, but the government officials get a hold of a picture of you hawking a sizable amount of Juicy Fruit on the street; bada bing, bada boom, you're killed for it. Basically, there's no account taken for the time and culture in which the act was committed.

That is all. For now.

A scene from The Reader YUM!

Monday, May 25, 2009

Spring Fever

What a lovely day is this? Soft light, Madeleine Peyroux mingling with the swishy swash of the trees...and a wonderfully cool, refreshing breeze. A note to Summer: Stay on vacation, like me.

Meet Joel; he's sleeping and was completely unaware that I took a photo! Ha!

Friday, May 22, 2009

Ink Magazine drawings

I was asked to commission a series of drawings for Ink Magazine's fashion bit for July's issue. I had a wonderful time researching and puzzling together different styles for this season. Here are three of the five drawings to be in the next issue.


Do we share a plane or world with ghosts, spirits, and apparitions of the mentioned?
Me? Oui, I think so. There are a plethora of unexplained phenomena and if we dare or dare not to call them ghosts, these happenings still remain in the realm of mystery and defy normality.

So, yes, I do enjoy ghost stories and the unexplained but please don't fabricate these experiences; it's bursting my bubble, raining on my parade, and the such.

Why am I spewing about this? I just watched a show on Fox Reality titled "Ghosts: Fact or Fiction?". Some of the so-called spirits that were caught on film were extremely believable, but others missed the mark and were dubbed "fakes" by the show. So, damn you people with too much time on your hands and for spending your time creating faux ghost encounters! It's lame!

The Small of it

What sort of day would a day without transportation be?
Well, I have an answer to that God-awful question. It is this; there is no day, only the endless rapt of white noise, a keyboard, and an air conditioning system. It's a boundless bubble and I am trapped inside of it. Wonderful.

I can only sit back and glance at a clock.
At least I'm not in the state that this rotisserie chicken mummy is in here.