The Gift of You

Deep within my fever, the Christmas elves heard my cry, and a wave of gifts have been given to me. I'd never thought the day would come. I had just accepted the fact that I'd never make cute panties, bathing suits or perfect hems because I didn't have a serger. But my dear Alberto heard my complaint months ago and secrectly put in an order. Sure enough after a day of sleeping and sweating through pj's a cardboard box arrived with...Nancy, the newest addition to my sewing family. I can't tell you how excited I was.


I've been pouring over the threading directions, one day it will be like second nature, right?


My father also heard my complaints that I miss my sheet music. Not like I have a piano, but sometimes I run into one and am only able to play the beginning 5 measures. So father has started sending my music. I can't tell you how many hours I've spent staring, memorizing, and perfecting these pages.


And then there were flowers on the day of love. Because they are beautiful and remind me of something underwater here's a picture.

All secrets are whispered into the carpet

My mother gave me this carpet. It was a gift from her mother when she graduated from college. And now it's here in San Francisco keeping my toes warm.



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

It worked!! It really worked!! I would have posted more sooner, but this dang phone and it's dang app-li-mo-cations were failing me.

So here I lay posting underneath 2 layers of down comforters, battling a fever. So far I feel as if I'm kicking this fevers ass, and will be booty bumping come morning.

To pass the hours I watched The Sex and the City movie, and it helped me come to an important realization: my jammies suck. Carrie would crawl into bed wearing a purple, silk cammie, with adorable grey boycut undies (haha, I called them undies). And to top it off, a long string of pearls. I think I got the underwear covered, but a collection of silk tops and a string of pearls might be in my future.

For right now, I'm just going to eat some ice cream, and watch Randy Jackson Presents ABDC.



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

Testing!

Doth thow workith?

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

50 Cent Come to Town

Today 50 Cent came to Macy's at 5pm.

At 11am this morning there was one guy waiting to meet him.

He was a 17 year old white guy who was reading his Harry Potter book to pass time.

Nothing more street than Harry Potter. Although I don't doubt that 50 Cent has read at least one of the books.


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

Making Christmas Tra La La La

Mission: create a sexy/cute Christmas tree on this bust form.

Step one: KKK? Crafted out of old tablecloths and random scraps of wire and ribbon are the undergarments.


Step two: The Land of Oz? A good base leads to a beautiful finnished product. Props on the photobomb, Mallory.


Step three: Lights to add magic.


Step four: CANDY! And a jingle bell necklace!


Step five: Sprinkle in fahionable ladies and oversized ornaments.


Step six: Place presents under the tree.


And there you have it. Perhaps Matthew Barney will walk into Macy's and demand to see
The creator of the cute and sexy Christmas tree. Then he'll sweep me away to be his costume maker, and I'll meet Elijah Wood.

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

Slumber Party

Before:


After:


I've been working overnighters at work to set Christmas. And although it messes up my sleeping habbits, I do like the change in daily life. I get to see certain hours of the day that I might not notice.
Example:
6am full moon over the pacific ocean. It follows me as I walk to my front door.



Example:
2:30pm. After waking up and eating some leftover pizza I go and sit in my backyard. The weather is literally perfect; sunny, 76 degrees, small breeze. The birds in the tree above me are going wild. I took off my slippers so that the wind can tickle through my toes.




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