Filed under: clothes clothes clothes, DIY, online stores, style | Tags: DIY, etsy, jewels, shopping, threads, vintage
unicorn ring by fleathers. rainbow not actually included. i wish
Finally, a place where my obsessions with gold, with the awesome, and with cute lil animals doing silly stuff can be safely and conveniently satisfied in one magic place.
Have you ever been to etsy.com?
Well it’s on the internet. This is ideal because usually I would go to the flea market on Sunday, but it’s suddenly October in Berlin which is wet and cold and generally awful. I’ve officially declared the start of my seasonal hibernation and won’t be going outside voluntarily unless I am escaping a fire or replenishing the larder, which is what I’m calling the fridge, because I’ve sort of started to think of myself as a character in The Wind in the Willows. As in
The kindly Badger thrust them down on a settle to toast themselves at the fire, and bade them remove their wet coats and boots. Then he fetched them dressing-gowns and slippers, and a delicious supper from the larder.
Anyway you sort of have to spend a lot of time on etsy, like I do, to move past the crocheted throw pillows and “whimsical” little kitties (e.g. HERE lolololol). But once you’re down the rabbit hole there’s no going back to kansas. yes, i mixed that metaphor, I know what I’m doing.
I’ll stop talking now, here is some etsy magic..
Varieties include:
1. all manner of choice baubles in what i like to call frontier aesthetic
<<brassy guns and antlers by missmouse
<<cheery fatalism by chainchainchained
<<talismans (talismen?); these are made from spent bullet casings and reclaimed chains by leoravon
2. laser-cut acrylic like crazy (not expensive!)
<<by brevity
<<by plastique
3. really cool animals, all kinds
<<take careful note of the owl in mary-janes. by Julia Pott
<<bears in love by kg + ab
clothes too, i’ll cover that in an upcoming post!
what is your favorite etsy treasure?
Filed under: by me, clothes clothes clothes, DIY, made in berlin, style | Tags: DIY, shoes, threads
so after a week of wearing them every day i decided my elastic jeans/leggings/uncategorized legwear from h&m were boring (and being from h&m, probably owned and worn daily by millions of other kids&twentysomethings, cant risk being caught im partnerlook).
they needed a zipper. somewhere. preferably a big nonfunctional one. still working out the ins&outs of the new sewing machine, but all in all im pretty pleased with myself.
also the new marc jacobs heels are keepers
Filed under: by me, made in berlin, style | Tags: bags, DIY, fabrics, threads
This condition can be overwhelming. Nothing is too small, ostensibly useless to be made into food, an ornament an accessory.
I feel straitjacketed in by millions of years of evolutionary programming, not a transcendent human, just another vulture scouring the desert for something that sparkles. nothing catches my eyes unless it’s a used thing whose purpose I can reallocate; reappropriated trash. bread scraps, bottlecaps, buttons. prone to the same comically compulsive collection tic as a crow, or a crackhead. (alliteration seems to be the lexical manifestation)
So it’s not really an evil or harmful urge, as long as I keep it under control/unleash it on projects, like this bag I made of leftover IKEA curtain fabric and the panels of a broken umbrella:
budding photoshop skills applied to edit out pair of underwear left hanging from doorhandle out of oversight. “raw” look intentional.
in the absence of a sewing machine, the entire piece is hand-stitched and several months separate the time between when i first started snipping frenziedly and when i was inaugurating it as my carryon bag to nyc by stuffing it full of passports and redbulls. (i didn’t work very hard and was usually watching the OC at the same time)
reinforced. extra sturdy
extra wide straps for carrying around heavy treasures
pocket 1 is just a scratch
pocket 2 is a deeper kind of wound. gash.laceration
A dear friend had a pair of sunglasses with transparent blue plastic frames that she once, in what seemed like a slip, revealed to me that she thought of as a toothbrush. To this day im not 100% sure I understood her correctly, but I think I did. In the same way, this bag is not a bag. it’s a parachute.
