I have no idea what these shoes of mine are made of, but it was not a material meant for feet.
My mother’s pajama pants.
He is an alpaca woven into a shawl made from alpaca. Looks 8-bit.
THE SUN! Try not to stare directly into it.
Can’t look into the sky without seeing one anymore.
I don’t know where I got these shoes, but they’re pretty magical.
Just an old container with some water on it sitting on my back porch for only God knows why.
Found below in the murky depths of one of our side tables. A little sad, it being so forgotten.
Now what are orange leaves still doing around here in the Spring anyway?
Not that bright in real life. That would be a facial faux pas.
How this tractor from the beginning of time actually still runs is beyond my fragile comprehension.
Present given to me years ago by my brother when he went to Creel, Mexico.
Two of my favorite things i own and the laws of fashion say I cannot wear them together.
A beaded dream catcher I bought myself when I was on a field trip in middle school. Does not work.
My moms little jewelry box shaped like an elephant.
Blue and orange contrast is by far my favorite contrast.
I went around my personal stomping grounds and spied all of my favorite blue and orange items and kind of cataloged them. For the longest time I’ve loved the color blue in all its shades and hues, it just calls to me. Orange always did the opposite–I just don’t like it, it’s obnoxious and used for warning signs for a reason. Together though I think they make something far lovelier than the two could achieve on their own.
Partnership has been on my mind a lot lately–not in a romantic way, just how we can all compliment each others personalities and work really well as a team, even when some of us have obnoxious orange personalities.