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FUCK

I really miss my mom, faith and kailey. I’ve felt rather lost this past week. Something’s really been missing. On the plus side my boss loves how much I smile. It’s probably rare at a full time maintenance job.

Home for less then a day. Damn.

Home for less then a day. Damn.

Anonymous asked: You're beautiful and kind and sweet and excellent and smart and savvy and sassy and a badass. I love you.

Thank you kindly.

These kids are wonderful.

These kids are wonderful.

She’s leaving in a week and I can’t handle it.

She’s leaving in a week and I can’t handle it.

Front and back view of a sewn drawing I completed today

Front and back view of a sewn drawing I completed today

brokenbees:

we are restless things (2013)

(embroidery, ink, + watercolor on handmade paper + handmade coffee dyed paper)

marroquinruben:

Repetition and Ritual Exhibit at the Jacqueline Casey Hudgens Center for the Arts in Duluth, GA.

Curated by Sonya Yong James, the show runs from March 26 through May 25 2013. Fowler Gallery.

moon-thing: Mourning Embroidery, 1805. Silk embroidery. Mary Ann Huntington died in May of 1805 at aged 16 before she could complete this silk embroidered memorial. Her younger sister Alza finished it. It’s almost as if Mary Ann created her own memorial, an unusual if not unique situation in school girl needlework. This piece of Embroidery was begun by Mary Ann/ Huntington who died 21st May 1805 in the 16th year/ of her age and finished by her sister Alza to commemorate/ the memory of the deceased. HER Hand first drew these blooming flowers, Which now her silent Tomb adorn; Pass yet a few more fleeting Hours, Some fleeting Hand may deck my Urn.

moon-thing:

Mourning Embroidery, 1805. Silk embroidery.

Mary Ann Huntington died in May of 1805 at aged 16 before she could complete this silk embroidered memorial. Her younger sister Alza finished it. It’s almost as if Mary Ann created her own memorial, an unusual if not unique situation in school girl needlework.

This piece of Embroidery was begun by Mary Ann/ Huntington who died 21st May 1805 in the 16th year/ of her age and finished by her sister Alza to commemorate/ the memory of the deceased.

HER Hand first drew these blooming flowers,
Which now her silent Tomb adorn;
Pass yet a few more fleeting Hours,
Some fleeting Hand may deck my Urn.