Creativity : A Thought

“My best creativity stems from my most painful days. I’m either content and uninspired, or purely miserable and blooming with ideas. It’s a horrible way to live.”

Oktoberfest!

  A crisp day, filled with the aroma of bratwurst, fresh stretched pretzels, men in bright green  lederhosen and the clattering of beer mugs meeting together in joyous cheers. It can only mean one thing OKTOBERFEST!!This sunday me an the hubbey decided to join in some of the local festivities and lucky for us this festivity surrounded the celebrations of some great tap beers.  We got the chance to enjoy these fresh (and giant) pickles.

Indulged on grease ridden potato ribbons.

Especially me since I am a Potato fanatic after all!

We took a go at the bratwurst and red cabbage as well, all we could say about that was yummmmmm!!

And of course Beer, Beer and more Beer!

 

Whilst sipping on our fizzy fun we walked craft tents and got to enjoy live music as well as dancing!

 Hooray the day was a success now time to settle in and catch the game!! Happy Blogtober!!

DIY: Super Cheap Nature Prints

 All natural (cheap) Print making.

Recently I have moved into a new apartment and have been taking part in trying to decorate it on and extremely tight budget. 

Fresh out of college and a minimum wage job with loans lingering just over head doesn't leave much room to spend. 

So whilst browsing through a couple home good type stores I'm inspired on a daily  the inspiration  stems directly from moments when I spot a darling piece of decor, life it from the shelves to see the price on the object of desire and think .. What the Fuck ? I could make this myself... for way cheaper.

So this time I finally got around to DIY decor. 

I made some print for my bathroom walls and got back into the crafty arty spirit again after months of being on pause.

Step 1: Go out into wilderness (fenced in back yard) and pick foliage 

Step 2: After harvesting find paper ( I used water color paper for a more artist print making look), Acrylic paint, and a sponge brush or anything to slab paint on a leave.

Step 3: Create studio space ( living room floor good enough)!

Step: 4 my favorite part ( let mess making commence)

Just some of the many prints I made ! I found to get a better texture you should print the leaves multiple times before reapplying paint to get the one layer of paint to dry a bit.

This one was an accidental print on my pressing paper I loved it but it ripped ! boooo 

This is the before of my bathroom wall

And Walah ! From Drab to Fab in pennies!

Now my guest can poop with perfect ambiance! :D

Apple Picking

Haazzaaa! This past weekend was apple picking prime time and of course I was out in the fields sloshing through muddy ground to find some crispy delights. 

It has become a tradition with my boyfie's family that every october declares apple picking time. We lace up our super cute booties, (well just me considering I am the only girl in the bunch) and hitch our way up to Warwick to indulge in hard cider, so full I can't move melty sandwiches, grease ridden cider dough nuts, and of course apples.

We also scavenged through the fields of mighty gourds to find the perfect pumpkin to destroy with a soon to be gutting and carving expo.

Lets of course not forget the tradition of brothers harassing eachother on the field (haha oh wait thats everyday)

And of course scintillating modeling while on sight.

Ending the night with more hard cider (of course) and my home made apple pie bites nom nom!!

 Happy Autumn Everyone!

Hip Hip horray for today is the start of BLOGTOBER!! or I mean October whatever your preference must be. Participating in Blogtober mean a post a day keeps the pumpkin king away! 

Things to look foward to in Fall!!!

Pumpkin spiced caffeine kicks

Oversized sweaters to hide the pumpkin spice induced chubbs

Leggings! who likes pants anyway?

Does Hard Cider count as a fruit? 

Fashion peak season

AMERICAN HORROR STORY!!

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Apple picking 

Boots. Boots. did I mention boots?

Creepy adorable punkins!

soup all day everyday

Burgundy lips

Not even close to all but just a few HAppy FAll!

"I'm Sorry" : a phrase to heal or just a cover up?

I’m Sorry

 “ I’m Sorry”, the common and often too late saying expected to heal all pain and take back all sorrow given. But just as strong as words are when they are given, they can also be weak.

The fabric symbolizes a person’s soul, or spirit. I ripped it into pieces and then took common saying’s and put them into literal terms. I “ripped it a new one”. “I burned it”. “I walked all over it like a door mat”. “I ran it down into the ground”(with my car). I used it to clean up messes I made. I stained it with my own color, my own want for what I thought it should be. I “stabbed it in the back”.  

Then, I said “I’m sorry” but nothing changed. It was still in a mess of jagged pieces in front of me. So I drowned some of it with tea, to try and comfort it, to warm it up after the damage. 

I tried cutting into it to release some of the pain. I collected the pieces and tried to align them back to the way they were before. I attempted to stitch it back together, to make it whole again. 

But I couldn’t, some of the pieces had gone missing, some were too destroyed to sew back together. I beaded the wounds to make them tragically beautiful, to romanticize them, just as the movies do with all pain.

 To make them acceptable, because everyone wants to be a beautiful disaster and not just a broken one. 

I told it, that it was beautiful and strong as I used thick threads to help hold it together, because it could no longer hold itself. Then I placed it on the bars that it never wanted to grasp onto.

 A fragile frame, hollow and now exposed through the holes and misplaced stitching. It was there ,on the bars, but it wasn’t the same as before.

 I said I was sorry, but sorry just wasn’t enough.

Poison

Poison

Do you ever feel like someone can have so much poison in their life that no matter how much of it another person sucked out from your veins that you could never get it all, and it would never be gone?

Just that one ounce of poison left slowly killing you, just prolonging the process really.

I don’t think the venom is fair to either party, the infected or the clean. One permanently damaging the other, the uncontaminated, now tasting something not brought onto them but feeling it. Slowly running out of air all while trying to heal.

I assume the untainted could only try to heal for so long until they had to give up, or  perhaps just got to tired of trying.

My venom, will never fully be absent from my veins, I’ve had too high a dose for too long. Irreparable. No recovery. My healer will endure this too, and they too shall shortly be gone or beyond repair.

Now the venom effecting both of us, infecting both of us.

 I often wonder if I should have just let go at the most infected moment, end this, let the poison have me, and me alone, now there’s two, pairs of hands clasped together, pulses both suffering a lingering death.