More steampunk inspired record players, my birdie has flown home, etc.
Here are a few more record players that I have made! These things are addictive in their one of a kindness, and little gears. I love the gears, and the tiny little rubies. The first record player from my previous entry is sold, lickity-split just like that! , and one of these is likely as well, though I am not sure which one has been chosen yet as the details are still being firmed up. I am going to make a few more for my grand opening of the Kuriosities line, maybe with some custom stamping, maybe some with more intricate gearworks. In the meantime here you go!
Record player pendant #2 – I found this lovely engraved little gear for a turntable and used a contrasting gear for the centre The engraving gives a kind of steampunky country vibe to it, I think anyways. Should maybe put a nice swirly R in that corner. hmmmm Or leave it as is? I like how this photo turned out.
Record Player pendant #3: A Jack White record player pendant with the mythical number three stamped in one corner. Minimalist, stripped down and simple.
My little birdie came back from castings today. Oh, she is sweet! She has a whole series of pieces devoted to her lovely self, or is it his lovely self? I’ll have to look that up in the story…Which story is it from? – it’s a secret, today anyways, I may tell you tomorrow when I post pictures of it being carved, the wax, the unfinished castings, the in process casting and the finished charm. The final pieces will stay under wraps though until the launch…
I am so excited about the Kuriosities line – a total departure from my current work, but very much me. I am hoping it will be like a visit to an enchanted junk shop, full of oddities and whimsicalities that spark the imagination and lead you to believe that magic may still exist. I hope it will be the perfect mix of child-like innocence with just a little hint of the sinister to keep you on your toes…
This was the view out of our kitchen the other day…does having a beat up old junker Dodge Ram and a pet pig in your drive mean you are a red neck? Yikes. I hope not, but it was the perfect redneck scene that’s for sure. A big fat pig napping in the shade of a pick-up. But just so you do know – the pick-up is just for picking up round bales for the horses (not for gadding about town in), and the piggie is a fancypants vietnamese pot belly pig, and a fully housebroken trained pet, not the kind that you eat. He comes when you call him, goes to bed when you tell him to, and will sit on command. And his name is Mr. Portobello. Do these details make it any better?? Secretly I love to sit behind the wheel of that pick-up, though it is monstrously too big for my petite statured self. I have to shove things behind my back to be able to reach the pedals!
I have developed a passion for sundresses, now that the warmth is upon us. I wore my vintage inspired purple flowered one yesterday, with the swirly skirt. I felt the most childish joy in it, twirling so that the skirt flew wide and pretty around me when no one was watching. I even wore it to the barn with my rubber boots on, which made me even more exceedingly happy. I felt a proper country cowgirl miss with my swirly skirts and my muck-a-luck boots, tossing hay and rounding up restless ponies (well horses too, my biggest girl is a full 16h1h! huge!). I love moments like that, when I first looked down at the contrast of purpley skirts and black rubber boots, and my eyes grow wide and a smile spreads across my face. I did those chores with a bounce to my step!
Two old but recently found poems:
#1: i left you at the doorstep #2: Gently, the pushing the background of Let me go , I beg of you.
with a touch of fingers,
you staring at ribbons on the sidewalk
gifts you had given to someone else,
i would have worn them in the purple
medecine pouch next to my heart.
of your hands upon my back
and your breath alive in
my hair.
drums beating Indian rhythms
into this embrace,into this
silence.
PS. Who ARE you faithful readers, who read, and read, but never write? I am dying of the mystery of it! But maybe that is more inspiring? Maybe I will just imagine who you are…make up imaginary occupations, imaginary lives for all of you! This Gentleman wears a top hat and sports a dandy cane, this Miss also adores swirly skirts and has a parrot named Esmeralda, and perhaps you are a street busker taking tea in a cafe in London…OR you could leave a comment every blue moon <hint, hint>
July 11th, 2008 at 10:52 am
Well, I’m one of the readers, littlemegwhite from the LR. I just PM’d you BTW.
Is that YOUR pet piggy? I LOVE pigs! My husband and I dream of having a potbellied pig someday. Does yours live outside all the time? I’d love to hear all about him, like does he get to go inside the house, if he does, does he knock stuff over all hte time etc. etc. At a local fair, we’ve seen these mini-potbellies that are no bigger than a loaf of bread when they are babies. They have blue eyes and are so adorable.
Hope to talk to you soon–S.
July 12th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Yes, that is my very own piggie, Mr. Portobello. We got him when he was a teensy tinsy little piglet, and was so wild, and wriggly, and sweet. But he grew, and he grew, and he grew. And now he is huge, and fat, and so ugly that he is cute. He is the sweetest pet ever, he is very affectionate and cuddly – though huge. He lives outside during the day during the summer. AT night he comes inside to a crate full of blankies. In the winter he lives in the house and is a mischievous marrauding monster who is ruled by his tummy, and will do everything in his power (which is significant!) to get food. We have to lock our fridge, rearrange our pantry, etc. etc. or he steals everything. He knocks everything over, and loves to rip blankets into shreds and take them back to his crate. He also hogs the couch, literally, he shoves people off to get a good spot. I love him much more in the summer than in the winter – except when he is asleep in front of the woodstove and wanting belly rubs, then he is sweet and good. But the rest of the winter he drives me right out of my mind. I wouldn’t suggest them as an indoor pet. He is however, completely house broken, and was easy to train to go outside – they are naturally very clean. I think that’s about it!
Oh, except that piggies are as smart as three year old children, so before you get one, ask yourself if you would like to have a trantrum throwing three year old for the next 15 years…
<3 ~K