when i wear certain outfits dave and brendan love to call me wacky aunt.
you know, the one that has young lovers and giant jewelry and helps you make cornhusk dolls and has a hammock in her living room. it may very well be my future.
(i prefer to think i'm like my grandma. she lived uptown, was an art teacher, and had an apartment that i loved. she had an enormous fishbowl full of MET buttons and the walls were full of art and she had so much STUFF. and she took me to a museum every saturday when i was little)
me + my apartment = one way ticket to crazy art teacherville. i like it!
this vintage hawaiian tunic thing cost me 5 dollars and i have been dying to wear it.
the colors are so intense. it got me goofy co-worker comments all day long (welcome to my life)
so much stuff everywhere. my grandma made the wood sculpture (it's kind of a cubist violin?) and the tree print with the yellow stripes was in her house as long as i could remember. it was the one thing i wanted after she died, it fascinated me my whole childhood (she explained it to me like this: "it's just art!". oh, thanks granny!)
that locket is empty...sad!
crazy aunts love michael scott.
this black marc jacobs bell skirt was originally tbonz's (crazy aunt #2). i appropriated it in like, 2004. i am pretty sure there is a sartorial bylaw of possession that says it's fully mine by now. (i want it remade in like 9 different fabrics. anyone have a cheap amazing tailor to recommend?)
this is a print my sister made when she was at risd. it's one of my most favorite things EVER.
totes hugo guinness steez! dave wants it so bad, i have promised to leave it to him in my will. (i guess i'm going first). he called tbonz tonight and commissioned a piece for himself, stay tuned to see what he gets.
you kids behave!