Thursday, July 30, 2009

Flapper Inspirations

So I'm utterly in love with the whole 20's vintage look/style.
Maybe it's spawning from my interest in old people. I don't know.
I know these pictures suck since I had to take them myself,
in my poorly lit room and small mirror, but just bear with me.
I found this tulip skirt at a cute little boutique in Broadripple.
I'm in also in love with these little boutiques everywhere,
Mmm! especially this place called the Girly Chic Boutique!!
It has the absolute cutest interior!! I'll put up some pics...

The place is covered in chandeliers and floral wallpaper. There was even a vintage sofa that looked like it was straight out of the movie Marie Antoinette. This whole place looked like it was straight out of that movie. I am in lovee!

I hear this lady owns her own bakery too! How cute!

But, I found this Flapper esque headband in a secret sale section at Khols. I don't usually shop there, but ever since they aquired the Vera Wang line... I'm in love! And yes, the headband is Simply Vera by Vera Wang. I love her stuff. It always has a little something to make it unique and stand aside from the norm. She's probably one of my favorite designers.

Hahaa! And Betsy Johnson, just because she is sooo crazy!

Oh... and see that necklace?? Yes, it is an old school bicycle! I made it and it is for sale on my artfire store. So... if you're interested and absolutely love it, go ahead and check it out.


with love,

your favorite little jewelry designer...


Sunday, July 26, 2009

Free as a bird

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?

Where did we lose the touch
that seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so...
Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.


So... there's a new tattoo I want. I've decided upon a birdcage with the door open and a little birdy flying free. For people who know me, the reasons are obvious. But for everyone else, I'll fill you in.
Basically, I've led a sheltered life. My parents were and are ultra conservative and I never got to get out much as a kid. I always got that sense of being in a cage, especially when my mother wouldn't let me attend other little kids' birthday parties just because she didn't like their family. I guess she was just doing what she thought was best, and trying to protect me. But I just wanted to be free. I'm a free spirit, a free soul. There's no keeping me back, because I will just find a way out, a way to be free. Free as a bird.



Haha, and so that's why I want this tattoo. It's very fitting, actually it fits me like a glove and I'm in love with this new idea. I can't wait to get it! I'm definitely going to brainstorm and tweek it a little bit. I was thinking maybe lyrics from above song (just the free as a bird part) like on a ribbon or something. I think I like the cage in the center of the back though. But I definitely want a different bird than the one in this picture, and maybe bigger.


I would love any input! So if you have any photos that you think would look good or go well with please send them!! All feed back is welcome! :D

Love, Becca

Friday, July 24, 2009

There's a story behind everyone.

So there's this old man at my work named Lloyd. His occupation is Meijer Greeter. Yes, I currently work at Meijer and hate it. I sell credit cards and hear I'm not too shabby at it either. It's horrible, I've really wanted to quit from the first day I clocked in. I feel like I'm in a relationship that I don't know how to end.

I just need to BREAK UP with Meijer.

(lol, this is not Lloyd, but it looks like something he'd do)

But anyways, this guy Lloyd. A delightful old man with a story behind him. That's what I love about old people, there's always a story behind them. A life, living breathing history ready to tell a first hand account. The sad thing about Lloyd is he has Alzheimer's. This disease just keeps coming back to haunt me and bite me in the ass. I HATE it, it's truly one of the most horrible things I can even imagine. My grandma also suffers from it, but that's a WHOLE other story in itself.

But Lloyd. A dear old man with a story, a life story. Most people at my work don't give him the time of day and think he's incredibly annoying. I confess, I've been guilty of getting a little annoyed with him at times. Especially when he starts his rants about Jesus. But I can deal with it. After all, my parents are pretty religious and I grew up in the church although I have my own suspicions of God and the afterlife.

But Lloyd, he finally remembers my name now and repeats it to himself every time he sees me. Lloyd, he's worked at Meijer for almost 14 years and every time he sees me he repeats my name followed by the story of how his parents best friends were named Becky and Frank. They had no children. I know this story well. Sometimes he sings to the customers. Almost every time I see him, he asks if I know Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. Then he sings a song by them. I know this song well. "Only you can make my dreams come true, only you... blah blah blah."
Then he sings another song. It's funny how his train of thought always travels the same path. He's quite predictable. I know this path well. Everyday when Lloyd walks into work, he carries his trusty umbrella and flashlight, "Just in case," he says.

One time he couldn't find his umbrella. The sun was shining brightly. He decided to go search the other end of the store. A good 30 minutes later he finally returns, with umbrella in hand. He chuckles and tells me he left it at home. Lloyd resides in the apartments next to Meijer. Silly Lloyd. He's such a character. He could've got fired for that.

Today I decided to talk to Lloyd. Ask him some questions, find out his story, his living, breathing, 1st hand account of history. Somewhere on that predictable train of thought, the tracks led Lloyd to tell me about each of his siblings. He listed them off on his fingers, one of which is partially missing. A story behind this nubby, nailess finger. Of course I am going to ask.
I was hoping for a war story, but in reality he lost it while working in a factory when he was like 15. "Be careful when working with that dangerous stuff," he warns me. Oh, I will Lloyd. I will.

Anyways, I was interested in the subject of his brothers and sisters. I asked him if they were still living and he had to struggle to remember. He then proceeded to list them off on his fingers a couple more times before answering. The oldest two had died; this much he knew. He had to flip flop between who died first though. A little thing like this is extremely difficult for Lloyd and he loses focuss simply because he forgets what he's talking about. But after telling me their names he says his sister visited him not to terribly long ago, when in all honesty it could've been years. Lloyd doesn't really know the difference anymore. "And what about the youngest brother," I ask him? "Oh my brother? Hmm, oh, he's dead. Yes, he died I think." A very matter of fact statement. Poor Lloyd. He only has one sibling left out of the original 4 (2 brothers & 2 sisters) and I think she lives in Texas. I can't be sure.

Then that made me wonder, does he have kids? A wife? What did he do before Meijer? All these mysteries which would seem simple questions but in fact are difficult for Lloyd.

Oh Lloyd, what a character.

I found out he has 3 children. He never told me about his wife, maybe I'll ask again next time. I found out he lives with his daughter, I suppose she takes care of him. Keeps him on track. oh Lloyd, how funny you are. I found out that before he worked at Meijer he sold religious books. For his entire life, he sold religious books! He graduated high school and went to a religious college. I asked him the name but he said he'd have to think about that. He really wanted to be a minister, but he needed money so he sold books. This explains the Jesus rants. He loves to tell this one story about how he believes Jesus sang on the cross. I know this story well. I found out that his parents raised him in some weird cult like church that met on Saturday instead of Sunday.

Oh, poor Lloyd. Poor, poor God-fearing Lloyd. From his drippy nose and furry ears, to his age spots and orange dollar store bought bifocals. It's a sad story kind of. I found out that he went door to door selling weird bible books about a denomination that met on Saturdays. He wanted to be a minister, but instead he ended up going door to door just to make ends meet. And then when he couldn't make ends meet anymore, 14 years ago, he applied at Meijer just to make those damn ends meet again.

From his singing, to his bible selling, to his nubby index finger which holds his trusty umbrella and flashlight. There's a story behind everyone. You just have to take the time to listen and ask. Lloyd's story is more sad than monumental but it deserves to be told the same as anyone else's.

I hope someday when I'm old, I have a freaking good story to tell. I hope someone will take interest in mine and learn from it. I hope I achieve my goals. Lloyd wanted so bad to be a minister... I just wish he could've been a freaking minister. I hope to God that I don't have to sell books when I truly wanted something else.

Poor, silly Lloyd. Poor silly old fart.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Take a Chance on me?

Hello friends, sorry its been a while. I haven't had internet connection in quite sometime, unless you count the stealing of the neighbors internet which is really pretty touchy and loses connection every couple minutes.

So I've been thinking lately, and I think I really would like to pursue a career in the fashion industry. It's really what makes me happy. I would put up a picture for you of the plaid pencil skirt that I made from scratch, but I'm lacking my camera cord right now. I was pretty proud of myself. It was the first thing I'd ever sewed from scratch. Of course I'd sewed things before, but it was mainly just altering stuff that was already made. But this skirt looked sharp, let me tell you. I wore it with my Steve Madden heels and a tucked in black top.

But I was thinking, and I really think that is what I want to do with my life. Maybe not "fashion designer" but maybe a stylist? I'm good at picking out outfits? Some people do that for a living, right? Like what's their face on What Not To Wear. They basically just pick out outfits. I would love to do that, well and I already do for most of my friends. I just have a knack for knowing what looks good on some people.

My sister wants me to get one of those bodice things to sew on. I think they are silly. I want to start taking sewing classes or something now. I just don't want to regret not doing what I love. It's silly, but I got all this from watching the movie "The Women." It was actually an alright movie. But the point is, when Meg Ryan hit rock bottom and then she ended up making her own line of clothes which was what she'd always wanted to do but never had the chance. I don't want that to be me. I want to take that chance when it comes and if it comes. I want to do something I love and that I am actually good at.

P.S. This makes me laugh:

P.S.S. Buddy Holly makes me giggle: