Poker

Don't know what it means to be high or low, but I've been betting all my chips away (garden vegtable wheat thins). Thug life Ecko Unltd. cards.



-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Pen and Ink

Was just looking back on my sketch book, and came across this little bit of writing:

"Sometimes I wish I had a fabulous blog.
Pages of pictures of the fantastic clothes I wear,
the beautiful people i eat blue cheese stuffed olives with, my latest haircut or fashion accessories.
But I'm such a bad speller.
And have horrible punctuation.
And I'm lazy.
Would rather be watching MTV.
I'm just scared my blog would be lame.
And that would suck.
Nothings more sucky than a bad blog.
Bad blogs don't rock.
Sluts rock."

Looks like I stopped listening to my inner critic.
Middle fingers to the sky.
50 Cent is coming to Macy's in December!


-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Wanted:
One pair of sock garters.


A rumpled sock is never a good sock.


-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

I'm Baaaack

A red velvet painting:





I moved closer to the ocean:






I went to Brooklyn for bunnyteeths wedding:






She made her dress (amazing). I did too (only slightly cool):






What's "black funger"?






My latest Christmas mural entitled "Blood Christmas." They asked for urban street, the only streets I know are stained in blood.





My new snuggle partner:





I still love kitties:








-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Bird, Bird, Bird, The Bird is the Word

Thanks to Miss Mallory V. work is much more fun. Shown below is the attempt to be the "Cuidado Man." This skirt reminds me of hot lava. "Skirts on Ladders" would be the name of my "Visual For Dummies" book. "The Importance of a Slip" would be the name of my autobiography.
I spy with my little eyes....HOMECOMING! My favorite....wait is that a fanny pack? Why yes it is. And what's it full of? Candy? Treasures? Oh no my children, even better, needle nose pliers, box cutters, burnishers, and lip gloss.

Flying Poodle

I forget the puppies name, but she sure was a sweetie. Didn't care much for people, but loves tennis balls. Lost the tennis ball over the edge. Panic ensues.
James took me sailing on the boat he works on The Alma. So I put on my favorite pashmina afghan, red sweater, sunglasses, and extremely tight jeans. Note, the flying poodle.
James here. Apparently we both have a thing for touching our heads in pictures.
Here he is tying knots/sails/ropes.
And I can't not post this video....

This Is My New Haircut

The dress is Language of LA. And the necklace was a gift from my mom.

And this here is the new haircut. Audrey Hepburn inspired:

I went to my favorite place to get my haircut, The Wak Shack.