Thursday, April 28, 2011

the things going on in the little house

Yesterday I painted a small village, taking inspiration from illustrations in Coppelia, by Krystyna Turska. 

I made so many little tags:

And packaged up some heart clips Ina made. 

Today is possibly the hottest day in memory. I am living on iced tea:

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sit in the fridge. 

This bazaar is taking away all my sleeping time, by the way, so be prepared to meet zombie Elle. Maybe bring me something caffeinated when you drop by. 

quiet love

It's a wordy one this time. Things just spill out late at night, you know?

Tell people you love them.

(This piece is framed now, you might get to nab it at the bazaar.) 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

boom bam pow zap

I don't know about you, but these rings Ina made are superhuman.

You should really drop by here so you can snatch them up. Ina only made a few to love.
This rocket one I am planning on hiding underneath the table.

I also made a bunch of the ever-cute ruffle ones, too. They're even rufflier and sturdier now. 

They'll be sold by us, Pink Teacup, at our very own stall at the Big Bang Bazaar, this Saturday and Sunday (April 30/ May 1) at the NBC Tent in Fort Bonifacio Global City! Entrance is free :)

Now I'm off to paint little houses and convince In to make me some custom rings, that say, "Indeed," or "Perchance". Haha. 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

what I've been up to

We're all in a tizzy getting things ready for the bazaar we're joining. You really should stop by. It'll be at the NBC Tent in Fort Bonifacio, on April 30 and May 1. Please come! We'll have cookies.

So I've been packaging things:

And sending off papercuts. I noticed that some people don't think my art is for sale! Oh dear. They are very much for sale. I'm saving up for college ;)

And I walked in on Ina drawing the cutest things:

She draws the cutest things in the world. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

there is a love called maintenance

A few weeks ago, I got a papercut commission from Jennifer. She asked if I could do one based on this poem by U A Fanthorpe. I love it so much. 


There is a kind of love called maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it

Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living, which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

oh wow

I just saw these tights on The Olive Shoppe, and they got me so excited I just had to share them.

I want them so bad. 
(link via Where The Lovely Things Are, a great blog.)

Monday, April 4, 2011

thrifted things i've never worn

This dress falls under that category. I loved it when I bought it, but every time I tried it on, it looked dowdy because the skirt was too long. So this week (after about a year) I finally buckled down and shortened it. And now it is Much Cuter. And guess what? I'm still really bad with "before" photos. And so there are none. Again.

Today I wore it and bugged my sister while she made the really cute bookplates for Pink Teacup (go on, click it, they're free to download!)

Seriously, this is my favorite dress now.

And then we recorded our own little version of George Gershwin's "Summertime", to celebrate the news that we are going to the beach. Nothing lifts up the spirits like music and beach anticipation.

Friday, April 1, 2011

tiny flags

I never got to show you what my sister made me for my birthday.

Aren't they the greatest? I'd wear them all in one go, if I could. 

Oh, and breaking news: I have new sneakers. 

My dad was afraid the old ones were starting to move around by themselves.