Ballet is almost done for the semester, one more class! I will miss my little ballerinas.
Black Berry Scratched Legs
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Winding down
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Vintage Clothing Photo Shoot
Here are some of the pictures from our summer photo shoot. I meant to get these up a long time ago, but this is actually the first time I have been able to get my blog to upload photos, yay! The story behind this photo shoot is pretty simple. Once upon a time I got $50.00 from my lovely grandparents for my birthday, well under the influence of my wonderful mother and her friend I went to an auction. The auction was full of vintage clothing, I got a few boxes and then a few more and then I ran out of money...at the end of the night the back of our vehicle was full of clothes. As I drove us home I was really wondering what daddy was going to say and feeling a little nervous. Once home I employed a few sibblings to help me unload, then we went through the clothes. That was fun we all ended up trying at least one thing on, and a few bribes helped some people get something they really desired.
This summer we pulled them all back out and made up some outfits and did some hair and make-up and snapped these photos. My plan is to sell these vintage clothes on my etsy, I have some of them up already and I am slowly posting more. The word is out that I like vintage stuff, (especially clothes!) and consequently I have even more now. So next summer we'll be having another photo shoot, so if anyone is interested in becoming a model you should let me know, I might have a opportunity for you.
And credit to my momma, our fantastic photagrapher, and my lovely sisters as models, and thanks to my brother and his friend for being such willing subjects.
Monday, March 26, 2012
So, here it goes. I started my Etsy shop! Take a look!!!!
http://www.etsy.com/shop/Vinbobo?ref=ss_profile
http://www.etsy.com/shop/Vinbobo?ref=ss_profile
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Lady Laura
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Charlotte
Thursday, March 1, 2012
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
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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