So, here it goes. I started my Etsy shop! Take a look!!!!

http://www.etsy.com/shop/Vinbobo?ref=ss_profile

Lady Laura

Lady Laura, here she finally is! A lovely antique slip with my fanciful addends. A friend of my mom cleaned out her closets and gave me a whole bunch of fun things that make an artsy person like me jump up and down with excitement! Lady Laura was made absolutely in honor of the person who gave me the feather trim and the blue striped ticking. To brighten her color up a little I lightly dyed the skirt blue, well intended to, I did get it slightly blue, but somehow some purple showed up as well. Dark blue feathers and a bead necklace were begging to be added in the end, I couldn't resist. Lady Laura is modeled by my beautiful momma in a vintage shawl, which is momma's, so if you want it, you aren't going to get it. My etsy shop is in process of being started, and very soon Lady Laura will be joining Charlotte waiting to make someones dreams come true! I have to say, it is a good thing Lady Laura is a tad too big for me or I might be very tempted to keep her myself.

Charlotte

This is Charlotte, I just finished her this snowy afternoon, to the sound of daddy chain sawing. Momma and I found her a long time ago at an auction in Berks County, PA. Just recently momma and I rediscovered her tucked away in a closet. And I decided it was time for her to be loved again! Charlotte had some minor repairs and I made a belt to add some fun and color to her. Charlotte is an antique silk dress, simple yet beautiful. And I will also add the person who originally wore her, had very tiny arms. The sleeves are quite small. I hope to get my Etsy shop going very soon and Charlotte will be the first one there waiting for a new friend!

You are the Snow, I am the Ground

You are the Snow, I am the Ground

You are the snow

I am the ground

You fall down on me,

Swiftly, without a sound

Your touch burns my skin

Frostly embers

Brush me, face, eyes and chin

You melt slowly on my tongue

The sweet taste,

I let linger in my mouth

Your Northern winds,

I would not trade for all the South

For I love the thrill

Of your icey blast,

Swirling, off your back, cast

Like a blanket over me

In the weave of a snow angel,

You cover me

You kiss my lips,

My body, like fiery ice

Cold, cool, cool Bliss

You are the Snow

I am the Ground

You melt over me, seeping

Into my earth...

...Without a sound