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Assemblage Shrines
Approximately 6 inches tall
mixed media
inspired by Michael DeMeng
created by Julie Zarate
I'm wondering if there is a less noxious alternative to chemical strippers and paint removers? I've test sanded a few spots but didn't get very far doing that.
My husband and I just purchased a 1906 Victorian we are going to renovate. We are looking to salvage sinks for the kitchen and bathrooms and plan to install a new furnace, tankless hot water heat and dual flush toilets. We plan to improve as much of the house as we can and are only gutting the areas that are not usable (the kitchen and 2 bathrooms)
I am looking for other suggestions for green and healthy home improvement.
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I have five biodynamic milk camemberts maturing in my kitchen but 2 have pink slimey spots developing where a white skin should be. The other 3 are fine. I'm thinking cut it off and re-sanitise that container but do I brine it again? Are they unsalvageable and consigned to the compost?
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TEDDY SALOR (crayons on blue paper):
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TEDDY-LADY (crayons on aquarel paper)
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And I'm kicking myself for falling in love with you.
Because it can't even work, you're across seas. I'm being ridiculous.
Oh dear oh dear.
Under cut is a b&w photo of her being all happy about being squished, taken by
Many thanks!
(But if they lose their way - fall out of my mouth like loose teeth sometimes do - and expose me to the world, they'd be something like: What the hell is going on? ; I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I don't know how to be more ; I wish I could fix you but you're so lovely broken ; Help ; I love you)
I chased after you into the dark tunnel and out of the rain. My heart was erupting so loudly that I couldn't even hear myself as I screamed your name over and over and over.
I saw the big, yellow sign in front of me and heard the puddles beneath my soaked feet. The floor was nowhere near as wet as my tear-covered face. Being the stubborn person I am, I ignored the warnings and kept running towards you. I didn't care, I had to get to you.
You turned around at the sound of the water splashing and the echo of my wail. You smirked -seeing me helpless and in pain- and walked away satisfied. So I lay on the frozen ground while my tears collided with the rain on the floor, my ankle shattered, along with my heart.
It always seems ages since I've done an ADIML, but apparently I did one three weeks ago.
It's funny how much changes in a few weeks! At the moment I am down in Lancing,
West Sussex for a week, staying at my parents house and chillaxing.
At sixty-nine photos, this was my day of cats, cars, curries and... cider!
Monday 25th August 2008
( let's get to it! )
I've done one two three other days :)
The gross thing is, and this makes me feel really disgusting, I was hungry after a couple seconds of smelling it.
Edit to add: I just took the biggest crap ever. I was sitting there for five minutes, knowing the results would be bad. One turd was hanging out and I had to wiggle to make it come out. The last little piece wouldn't come out, so when I went to wipe, there it was...hanging out, saying hello. The room smelled faintly of tar afterward, as well.




