I've been reading, collaging, reading, watching tv shows, reading, designing invitations, and you guessed it, reading.
Lately, I've been seeing a lot of clay earrings that I want to make and I want to buy. I love autumn. I mean, who doesn't? Over the years, I've completely fallen in love with Halloween. I used to not care less. Now, I look forward to decorating and baking every year. Just look at how precious those drop down leaves earrings and ghost earrings are!
You might be able to see a bit of a theme here... I'm loving polymer clay jewelry (specifically earrings!). I've never been much of a clunky earrings person because I don't want my earlobe to be dragged down... but I have to say it's growing on me. I mean look at the intricacy and just beauty of these pieces!
Wolven wall hangings or fluffy embroidery? You decide. I love the color and the patterns. I love to embroider... but this is probably closer to knitting or a rug?
Stained glass art - landscape style - and specifically, a lot of desert landscapes. I'm in love. I love stained glass and when light hits it. I always have loved the idea of having art in the home but different kinds of art - not just all paintings or photographs, but stained glass and embroidery and even a mini statue. Fill your home with all kinds of creativity.
Articles I share aren't inspiring per se, but make me want to fight for change and keep informed.
'How Many Women of Color Have to Cry?': Top Feminist Organizations Are Plagued by Racism, 20 Former Staffers Say by Caroline Kitchener by The Lily
“While on the surface they use all the right vocabulary, when it comes to real power sharing and really centering women of color within the organization, they aren’t able to do that.”
More Women Like Me Are Choosing to be Childfree. Is This the Age of Opting Out? by RO Kwon by The Guardian
"Instead, I think of how, for as long as I can remember, I’ve softened my refusal to be a parent. The times I’ve said, “Not yet,” the parties at which I’ve smiled when a stranger informs me I’ll change my mind, as if he’s more familiar with my body than I am. The talk of ostriches. It occurs to me that this is yet another way I force myself to take up less space: I badly don’t want my private refusal to sound like an affront to anyone else’s desires."
Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James
Summary for the book: "The secrets lurking in a rundown roadside motel ensnare a young woman, just as they did her aunt thirty-five years before, in this new atmospheric suspense novel from the national bestselling and award-winning author of The Broken Girls. Upstate NY, 1982. Every small town like Fell, New York, has a place like the Sun Down Motel. Some customers are from out of town, passing through on their way to someplace better. Some are locals, trying to hide their secrets. Viv Delaney works as the night clerk to pay for her move to New York City. But something isn't right at the Sun Down, and before long she's determined to uncover all of the secrets hidden…"
This book was scary and I had to read it during the daytime, but I loved it. It's perfect for murderinos, and anyone that likes a good mystery.
A couple of photos I've recently taken: