new beginnings

So, I finally added onto my tattoo. Unfortunately i had a bit of a bad experience though. I went to the same place I'd gone to before, Artistic Design, because they're certified and what not. However, the guy apparently dug way far into my skin so it scabbed over really bad. Also, they didn't tell me anything about how to take care of it. I even asked and they were like, "yeah, just put lotion on it." assholes. so, it started to hurt really bad and i had some tattoo knowledgeable friends look at it. They said it looked horrible and I needed to keep it moist and what not and how it was going to scar and be faded. Which really scared me. So i went to a different tattoo parlor. They were so much more professional and even gave me a pamphlet on all the right types of lotion and ointment. So, now I am nursing my poor little birdy tattoos back to health. Hopefully it won't scar up too horribly. I'll have to get them touched up for sure though.

Also, at the end of the school year there is always a huge art show. I got to be in it and demonstrate oil painting, had my own little table and everything. :D It was fun.

Then came Graduation! AH. and my open house was today, quite a success I might add. We had a chocolate fondu fountain and everything. I just felt so weird at graduation though, it really did not sink in and still hasn't really. I guess when I go to college in the fall it will HAVE to sink in. lol.

This was at the Egyptian, a hookah bar in Broadripple. Went with some friends a week or so before graduation I think. 

HA! andddd, I finally got my macbook pro. LOVE. It's true love. I never knew there was such a strong love until I got this computer. It's like a best friend, pet, and lover all in one. Ah, technology is grand. So I took this picture with good ol' mac.  The little vest thingy though? you can't see it very well, but i made that. It was a cardigan but it just looked funny, so I altered it into a nifty little vest.  You like?  I like. :)

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I know it's been a while, but if I do have any readers left...

thanks for reading lovelies.

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With much love,

~Becca

Snow Snow, Go Away

THE STORM. It arrived last week, deposited it's fluffy white matter, and has yet to leave. I ask myself this: What ever happened to Global Warming?? This year has definitely deminished that myth. Although the cold, wetness is a bit miserable, there is beauty in it. I came home one day and there were little birdy foot prints all along my porch. :)



The sunshine was trying to peer through a little bit.



And this is my painting that I finally finished. It pretty much parallels the idea I want for my tattoo. Hahaha, funny story. My old washed up art teacher pretty much told me that it's not REAL art. I know she's just a crazy old lady and everyone told me not to listen to her, but it just made me so mad. I put a lot of time and effort into that painting and it means a lot to me and for her to just say it wasn't anything hurt. BUT, whatever. Not that her opinion really matters anyways.

I also found out that I'm accepted to Ball State and I have to get a portfolio together to be accepted into their art program. I'm double majoring in Apparel Design and Fashion Merchandising and then minoring in Photojournalism. I figure with that kind of schooling I could do a variety of things. Best to keep the options open.

Have a lovely, snowing week! depending on where you live.
love, Becca

vintage love

So I have this love of thrift shopping. I call it love, others might say addiction, or obsession. I don't consider it either of those though. I lovee to look through the little junk sections at Goodwill and other thrift shops. A while back I found this adorable little tea cup. :) I love it. It just looks so antique-y with that shabby chic touch.

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Along with the tea cup find, I pretty much hit GOLD.

Vintage is good; Vintage Coach is gold, especially when found at Goodwill for like 20 bucks.

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There is a God! and he loves me I guess.

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Oh wait, did I say two vintage coach purses? My mistake.

TWO vintage coach purses! count 'em.

Well, here they are:

beautiful buttery smooth leather...

mmmm...

:)

The little green one was just so cute.

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Best thrift shopping day of my life.

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just thought I'd share. :)

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with love,

Becca

Inspirational person of the week: Audrey Hepburn

Even when I was a kid, I always remember having this wonderful fascination with Audrey Hepburn. Not the cliche kind where people only see her as an icon, and not just a sense of admiration, but almost like I knew her and could relate.

I think it all started when I was a little kid staying at my grandma's apartment with my sister. We'd stay up late and watch Audrey Hepburn movies: Breakfast at Tiffany's, My Fair Lady, and the one I remember the most, Funny Face.

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Audrey Hepburn was always one of my grandma's favorite actresses. Watching those movies with her is one of the only vivid memories I have left since she got bad. My grandma has Alzheimer's disease now, and isn't really all there. It's weird seeing her like that, because it almost seems like she's always been like that, even though I know she hasn't. I feel like I'm forgetting all the real memories I have with her. And that's one reason I love Audrey Hepburn movies.

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So I guess the movies hold a certain sentimental value too. And the thing I like about all old movies- how you feel like nothing could ever go wrong, you feel warm and cozy inside, everything so simple and black and white.

I think she's wonderful! I just absolutely love her. Everything about her.

She was classy, chic, and surprisingly down to earth.

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I think what I love most about her though is that she just seemed like an everyday normal person. Someone I could meet in real life. She didn't let Hollywood go to her head. I guess she was humble. yeah. And I like that. I think it's incredibly important to be humble.

So whenever I have one of those days where I feel like nothing is right, I come home, make some tea, and watch my favorite Hepburn movie, Breakfast at Tiffany's.

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"Nothing bad can happen to you in a place like Tiffany's"

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Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day! :)

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Love,

Becca

a much needed new post.

So... a LOT has happened in the last month. I finally got the first part of my tattoo. :)

Eventually I will get the birdcage with the door opened in the center of my shoulder blades with a ribbon around it that says: "All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free." And some more birds, but this little bird is a good first start.

I went around Indy a couple times this month as well. On one adventure me and a friend went to Broadripple. We saw this butterfly and I snapped a picture. Awesome photo skillz. :) Haha, I don't know, I thought you guys might like it as much as I do. I was quite impressed with myself.

One night I went to the hookah bar in Broadripple with some friends. The place we went to is called the Egyptian and has lots of sexy Arabian waiters. :) It turned out to be an eventful/crazy night. After the hookah bar, we left and got a little tipsy, well maybe a lot tipsy. Some lessons were learned the hard way (by me face-planting into the pavement, yeah, definitely the hard way) and I've decided NOT to drink too much of anything that tastes that horrible for a very long time. Hahaa, yeah. :) However, the beginnings of the night were splendid and spent with good company.
And I got these new boots! I love them so much. I'd been wanting some camel colored boots for a while now, and I finally found them in Charlette Russe, on sale for $20. There is a God! Someone actually commented on my facebook picture saying how they loved them, so I told them where I purchased them and I guess she was buying them online that instant. I kind of laughed.

But that's pretty much it for now. I wanted to show you guys my dress I made out of an old lady ugly dress I found at a thrift store, but I don't have any good pictures of it. I'll show it to you eventually. It's very cute. :)



with love,
Becca

Yesterday is just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be

So the Kinkoph house hold has been under a lot of stress lately. Issues, and such. Some big changes are occuring and I believe for the better. Sometimes for things to become better, you have to hit your lowest point first, then it all goes up from there. Me and Rachel have been visiting a lot of parks lately, just to chat and take pictures (and get our minds off things). Nature can be so relaxing. There's nothing like deep heart felt conversations out in the middle of woods or by a creek. Hopefully we can go camping some day, I've actually never been! The whole bug thing seems like it would be a pain in the ass, but I could deal. :)

So today, we went to Beech Grove park. Sometimes we just drive around until we find something. The other day we found this very lovely park with trails into the woods and a big creek.

Some of Rachel's awesome photo-skillzz. Nature is so calm and beautiful. It just makes all the stress in life melt away. I recomend a visit to your local park if you haven't been lately. It's a nice way to spend an afternoon.

We tried to skip some rocks, but FAILED. Except for once. My rock skipped 3 times and I was so very proud. :)

P.S. I LOVE the boots SO much! Not the most detailed picture, but they have 3 little buckles on the side and are a dark slate grey. Target. I. Love. You.
:)

I guess I'm just glad I have my sister in my life. I can't imagine having gone through everything with out her by my side. She's more than my best friend, because she's my sister. We'll always have each other, in everything. Even when times get pretty tough like they have been lately, I'll always be there when she needs me, and I know I can expect the same from her.

http://rkinkoph.blogspot.com/

haha, there's Rachel's blog if you feel like creepin' on her.
I'm sure she'll appreciate it. :)

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thanks for reading lovelies

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always with love,
Becca

Just some food for thought: "You were only waiting for this moment to be free"

What is it really to be free? Will one ever find genuine freedom in this world we live in?

The pursuit of happiness. To me, happiness is freedom.

The unattainable. Something is always going to hold us back, to tie us down.

I've been chasing it all my life, ever since I was a little kid, I remember staring up at the sky, getting lost in the stars, hoping with all my heart that I might just get sucked up into the vast ocean of twinkling lights above me.

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Wishing always for something more.

The unattainable. Always wanting what I don't have.

Maybe to be free is really to realize you will never be free.

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To accept life as it is, as it comes, flying at you one day at a time.

Acceptance: nothing will ever be what you want it to be, nothing will ever go according to plan.

To stop hoping the unimaginable will happen, because in reality it certainly never will.

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Maybe to be free is to "just not give a fuck."

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I agree, there is something very wrong about this statement, and previous ones, but there's also something that makes perfect sense in a bitter, cruel, real way.

The freedom of not letting society affect you.

because I want to beat society. I want to overcome it, to come out on top.

Everyone is so caught up in worrying about the future.

Maybe freedom is simply living in the moment.

To soak it up all while you can and you revel in that moment while you can, not worrying about tomorrow or the next minute, because that moment will be over in a second.

Just like that.

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Maybe freedom is that moment.

Because, for that one moment, nothing mattered, nothing could harm you, nothing could ever fuck up that moment in time.

Immortal.

Infinite.

Perfect.

And I don't want my life to pass me by.

Maybe, I have finally found in my own way finally how to be free, even if just for a moment, because I will never really be free at all, except in that moment.

"And you were only waiting for this moment to be free," -The Beatles

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hope this isn't too obtuse, or too depressing.

I just had that compulsion to write what I was feeling.

I included some of my photography that has of course been photoshopped a bit.

Thanks for reading.

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love always,

Becca