Look what I've done since you've been gone, Pa pa...
They used to be this...
And I made this...
I know how because of you, and I do it because of you. Thanks for teaching me that if the next guy (gal) can do it, so can I (and for less money). Mom, you taught me that, too! Thanks.
Dad, I know you'd be proud. I can see that smile you would have, and hear that laugh of praise.
Love,
PG
Sunday, August 30, 2009
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.
-Corinthians
Or as I like to put it, flowery words mean nothing without like character to back them up.
I recently had an idea for a new collaborative project with my twin sister, Georgia. (Our Ethereal blog was our first collaboration.)
I named this new project Synophotography, and I've asked my sister to design its logo (above). We will alternate choosing a word and posting a synonymous photo that accompanies that word well in our eyes. In response, the other will post another word that is synonymous with the associated photo.
Georgia starts us out. Her chosen word: languid. Click here to see her languid photo.
You'll never leave where you are until you decide where you'd rather be..
Rococo Zephyr She lay beside me like a branch from a tender willow tree I was as still, as still as a river could be When a rococo zephyr swept over her and me
She watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple light Light watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple she I did some kind of dance, jaunty as a bee I tried to look my best, a finch in wild mint vest A fiercer force had wrenched her from where she used to be I caught and caressed the length of her, a tender willow branch floating on me
Well maybe this was all, was all meant to be Maybe this is all, is all that meant to be A rococo zephyr crept up and stepped over her and me
Well I used to be sort of blind Now I can sort of see
("Let's Run Away Forever" photo via flickr's finest. All other photo belong to and are by Angela Heldman)
"We've no more right to put our discordant state of mind into the lives of those around us and rob them of their sunshine and brightness than we have to enter their house and steal their silverware."
Sunday, July 12, 2009
...sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself...
My twin, Jorjah-B, and I went to a lovely little resale shop in Chicago two weeks ago in the first of her two weekend visits. She found this sweater, yet decided not to buy it for its wool had shrunk. I thought it might be worth buying to try to stretch, for it was such a great sweater, mainly for its buttons. However, not for $10.
The next weekend, I returned to the same store, and the sweater was still there. Now marked $8, and all clothing was 1/2 off. $4 for vintage buttons. Worth it! I did try to wash and stretch, but to no avail. Incidentally, I did get the buttons out of it. What's even better is that night, I went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. There's a scene where buttons are swept across a table by Benjamin, and gathered in a jar. A button identical to these is amidst that pile. That made my $4 buttons priceless!!! The movie is a must-see, by the way.
I may try to use these on another sweater or piece of clothing, or possibly make another jewelry piece. Whatever I do with them, I'll be sure to post about it!
This was a challenge idea from Shutter Sisters that I saw on Simply Dipped. She has a few shots like this, and I thought it was an easy and fun assignment. Took this on my "Civic" camera, and not the Mercedes.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
It's just before noon on a Sunday, the Sunday I was supposed to find a way toward Rockford IL to see and hear a perfect stranger sing the Christmas song my Mom wrote many years ago. I didn't make it, and while feeling a sense of guilt, I tried to rationalize my absence with the busy week I just wrapped up, and the busy week ahead. Trying to relax and get well from a flu that's been hanging on for a week now, I started up my computer to work on Angel Cake, and my new blog, Ethereal (see more below).
Shortly into working on Ethereal, I stepped away, but the music continued to play. And a song, which plays now as you read (I Am by Nicole Nordman), randomly came on. It's a song that reminds me very much of you, Mom. One that Ginger played for the family on your birthday in your honor. She asked us all to find a song that depicts or pays tribute to you. This is the song she chose. And it is so appropriate for our Mother.
Feeling even more guilt, now, I grabbed my phone to text my Mom and tell her how sorry I was that I wasn't there. I have the iPhone, and if you have one, you know the texts back and forth are saved on the hard drive all the way back to the very first text, so I can read all past conversations with any one individual in one page. Additionally, when I create a new text, the latest text between the person I am texting and myself displays right above the window for the new text. In this case, when I chose Sharon (Mom), the last text that appeared was€€ a text from her to me with two simple words, "I AM." It was in response to my request for prayer about a bad week I was having at work. So by now, you've probably listened to the words of the song "I Am" that make this post so worthy of writing about. It's too coincidental.
Another thing you know about (or maybe you don't) if you have an iPhone, is that you can take a picture of any screenshot on your phone. I've attached the screenshot for the viewer to share.
She's MOM, which spelled up-side-down makes WOW!
I love her.
She is! And here's more about the new blog. Ever since we were young, my sister and I have loved to create. From drawing to coloring, to imagining and playing house. From changing our room around once a week to see what arrangement could look better than the last, to changing our parents' living room around...
After high school, our creative paths took different routes. Jorjah-B went into graphic design, and Angel Cake found a creative outlet through photography. Since then, it seems our paths have merged again. With both having a love for interior design, photography, and all things creative, we've recently begun to brainstorm about how we can use our "wonder-twin-power" to create as a team. Recently we cooperatively came up with the idea of a team photography blog of dreamy shots--all images ethereal.
There you will see our work, and the works of guests we think are dreamy.
This all became a product of ideas in the making, and a weekend of fun and picture taking. For the banner, we searched and searched for the perfect photo. I was searching for a mysterious picture of a bike that I'd taken a couple of years back (took the picture, not the bike). I couldn't find it, which was a blessing because we found a better shot--one I'd taken just days before moving out of my Hyde Park top floor vintage apartment that I loved. It depicts my love for decor and for photography. And we think it's rather delicate.
The first two shots were taken this weekend...by us. The first was taken by me at a coffee shoppe called Lovely. A delicate cafe with delicious treats. The second was taken the night before by Jorjah-B, of me, after the opera, in my condo. Very vaporous. You'll just have to go and see. And keep checking back. We'll be there daily (hopefully).
You'll never leave where you are until you
Rococo Zephyr
My twin, Jorjah-B, and I went to a lovely little resale shop in Chicago two weeks ago in the first of her two weekend visits. She found this sweater, yet decided not to buy it for its wool had shrunk. I thought it might be worth buying to try to stretch, for it was such a great sweater, mainly for its buttons. However, not for $10.
And here's more about the new blog. Ever since we were young, my sister and I have loved to create. From drawing to coloring, to imagining and playing house. From changing our room around once a week to see what arrangement could look better than the last, to changing our parents' living room around...
