Hug

This hug will hold you.

But not squeeze you like a tube of toothpaste so all your insides smush and perish..but hold you like a teddy bear would hug a person..like a summer sky would encapsulate the face of a flower..like a wool sweater would hug your clavicles and ribs to keep away the cold. To keep your heart warm.

Paula Cole- City Winery

She performed at the City Winery on September 22, 2010.
I was lucky enough to have a good enough seat that I could have probably seen up her nose...she was right there!

I had only known two of her songs "Where Have all the Cowboys Gone?" and "I Don't Wanna Wait"...which are her most popular songs. I hadn't known much about her either..but a few of my friends invited me to see her with them...and she put on a wonderful performance!

First off, the City Winery itself was a lovely venue. It was classy and cozy..we sat a table, just a few feet from the stage and her piano. The only thing that was a bit bothersome was that we were cramped amongst other fans because the tables were so close together. I ended up bumping elbows with a hot pink mohawked gentleman.



She released her new album "Ithaca"

Her performance was emotional and full of energy. She sang songs about her mother, daughter and even a particular one which was influenced by Nirvana's "Come As You Are". She came across as a very genuine individual who puts her heart and soul into her music.



Although she fits into a genre of music that is a bit softer than I'm used to, I had a great experience and especially loved her beat-boxing number at the end.



More photos from the show at my flickr!

Craft Idea: Cassette Pillow

I made this pillow for a friend who adores the 80's!



Unfortunately, my sewing machine was broken..so I handstitched the entire thing. I handcut every piece and embroidered the details.



The details are made from felt and the back of the pillow is a lilac polyester.

A Silly Babbling Journey

I wrote these words...kind of at random at they spewed out of my mind..flowing from my stream of consciousness..some of them kind of make sense..some of it isn't very pretty..most are based off emotion:

Fingers plucking on tiny strings made of silver..wrapped in gold..long sharp knife-like fingernails..dancing amongst the strings like spiders..tiny spiders moving in circles..producing sounds like raindrops falling into puddles.

Stone cold I lie..like a princess on her tombstone..fresh pearl skin kissed by the dew.

Footsteps amongst the soft green moss and the breeze of an early autumn wind. Would you stay?

Trumpets don’t look like trumpets to me..they sound like knives jabbing at the air.

You’re so very sad..and we were so very sad..we were time travelers and stone skippers amongst the fuzz of everything.

I’m sorry you couldn’t see it. I feel like I failed you and you still remain in a hole of darkness..with no nails strong enough to scrape yourself out or climb..instead..your nails are dull and they only push the dirt down the sides of the hole..covering and burying you. Perhaps once you’re buried..you will sprout like a seed once the rains come..and you will be born anew..a second chance..you will find hope.

How to Be Alone

The Cave

One of my favorite songs from Mumford and Sons..as I had mentioned in a previous post. I just discovered this cover of the song by Ellie Goulding..another artist I absolutely adore..this is just beautiful.



Also..she had done a cover of Sweet Disposition from the Temper Trap..another amazing cover of hers. It just gives me the chills.

I love not the man less, but nature more..

It’s good to remind myself when I’m having a crisis of purpose and feeling useless that at least I can make something beautiful.
~Andrew Bird







It's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment.
~American Beauty


THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
~Lord Byron