A friend of mine has been staying at the house, and she taught me the basics of cornrows. It’s going to take me a while to master the skill, but it feels good to have something to work on.
A friend of mine has been staying at the house, and she taught me the basics of cornrows. It’s going to take me a while to master the skill, but it feels good to have something to work on.
My little sister trimmed my split ends off this weekend, so my hair is much more friendly now.
I’d like:
a pair of cute-colored kicks, probably powder blue
a hoodie
a light jacket
some lovely flats, probably brown or pink
I bought some new jeans! So I’m probably three pairs of shoes and a few items away from feeling fresh.
That’s on the menu for today. I wrote a little prosey poem, and I need a few quality drawings of hands to accompany the story.
I finished the collage; it’s wild and colorful. I painted the little sculpture, too. While it doesn’t look as good as I’d hoped, it definitely looks better now than it did before.
I’ve done a few little drawings on the letters I’ve been writing, too. My perspective is still skewed, but my eye is definitely improving.
Today I’d like to work on the Cornell/Saar-style project I’ve been thinking about. Maybe just planning, but definitive planning.
Before I can do anything really cool with my hair, I need to buy a wide-toothed comb. Guess that makes a new thing!
Okay, I’m going to start posting three new words from each chunk of reading I do. I’m reading a short story by Juan Rulfo – painfully but steadily.
From yesterday:
huizaches – [desert] shrubs of the acacia species
carabina – rifle
cerros – hills
but not in the four months since we’ve moved here. Hopefully tonight after work we’ll drive down to Outer Sunset, and I can say hello.
I drew a self-portrait in ink. I drew the beginnings of a little scene in ink. Then I cut out pictures to turn the little scene into a collage. Today I’m going to paint the background and glue the pictures down. I might paint tiger stripes on one of my sculptures, too, if I can figure out what color I’d like the stripes to be.
I guess if I can manage this one in addition to “Learn to dance well”, I’ll be just like that chick from Flashdance.
I altered my own jeans once, with the help of a friend. I’d like to start going bigger and bolder now. That means remembering[/learning] how to use a sewing machine, and getting some kickass sewing diva to show me the ropes.
Sewed:
the pockets of one pale blue sweater
the pockets and buttons of one long black coat
the rip and hole in one long black dress
Stay tuned for more!
I think I’ve read all his books [that have been translated into English]. The quintessential hero of a Murakami story is something of an antihero, in that he’s flawed, but he makes a point of treating people fairly. That means he hears people out, he gives them a chance, and if they try to take advantage of him or impose on him without merit, he says no. This is my new moral model.
The kids’ll win your heart, the parents and administrators will break you down.