vintage wallpaper. b’s first halloween. pumpkin party. snoopy and charlie brown. rot and decay. skulls and daisies. owl cupcakes. jack o lanterns. pumpkin seeds. two handsome boys. pizza and ginger ale. sugar skulls. blood red roses. the nightman cometh. trick or treating. baby troll. homemade soup. bags of pretzels. guitar tattoos. taco bell. silver glitter. crescent moon.
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
“from my rotting body, flowers shall grow…and I am in them and that is eternity.”
alright gorgeous, let’s give death a spin.
start with a clean face. layer on a coat of thick white face paint. avoid the area around the eyes. even out by dabbing over with a damp makeup sponge. dust with a thin coat of translucent powder to set. dab one more thin coat of white paint on over the powder.
rim your eyelashes with black eyeliner and apply mascara. fill in circles around eyes with black face paint, using your eyebrows as a guide. dust black eyeshadow over the black paint with a clean (small) makeup brush to set the paint and reduce creases and shine.
paint on nose using black face paint. start with a point at the bridge of your nose and widen to just outside the edges. taper back in and fill in the space between your nostrils. gently tap on black eyeshadow to reduce the shine. Loosely aim for a spades shape.
fill in top lip with black lipstick or black face paint. fill in half of lower lip to make it thinner. outline with liquid black eyeliner. with the eyeliner, draw a line extending outside of the mouth towards your cheeks. swipe on a few vertical lines to resemble teeth.
add sugar. using liquid eyeliner, draw on scalloped edges, swirls, flowers, crosses, spiderwebs, and other embellishments. fill in color using face paint and a wet q-tip. add rhinestones with eyelash glue. style hair with flowers, braids, and feathers. wear a tiny dress, all black, jeans….do I have to explain this part? probably not.
Okay, so I was thinking I’d start a new “Halloween” inspired series of posts for nail art. Why? Because I love Halloween, and I love super cute nails.
…Perfect if you are going to dress up as Dracula.
Red nail polish
Base coat (or white)
Top coat
A bobby pin or toothpick
Some scrap piece of paper
1. Apply base coat – Let it completely dry.
2. Apply the red nail polish to the tips of the nails – It can be messy, it doesn’t matter.
4. Take the red nail polish and drip about a dime size amount onto the scrap piece of paper.
5. Take the bobby pin and create drops of blood by having a larger bottom the the drop and drawing upwards to the top to the nail.
6. Add random “Drops” of blood to the bottom in a tear shape.
7. Apply top coat after it is completely dry.
And there you have it! Super spooky nails! Yay! 
Installment numero dos for the Halloween nails
A green nail polish.
A white nail polish.
A black nail polish.
Clear coat.
A tooth pick.
1. Apply green nail polish. Let it dry.
2. Apply Franky’s “hair”. Just make a messy french tip with the black polish.
3. Franky’s eyes: Take the white nail polish and drip it onto a surface, take your toothpick and create eyes on the nails.
4. Franky’s mouth: Take the black nail polish and drip it onto a surface, dip your toothpick into it and create a stitch like pattern for his mouth.
5. Take the same black toothpick and create pupils for Franky’s eyes.
6. Again, take the toothpick, dip it into black and create small eyebrows by making swift small lines above the eyes.
And there you have it! Let me know what you think!
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Once upon a time, I was a magicians assistant. My solo trick involved making a duck appear in a tray of fire. There were two of us. We were called the Moxie Twins. We wore fishnets and corsets and fake eyelashes. We practiced in a crumbling theatre with dim lights, musty velvet curtains, and rain snaking down the walls from the cracks in the ceiling and windows. I wanted to live in that old theatre. After our big show, the magician gave me my handbook and promised me that I would be sawn in half at the next show. But I couldn’t do the next show, and then I was pregnant…and then life started happening and I never stepped foot in that theatre again. But this is my handbook. It’s what I have left, even if it is outright bizarre.
Great selling points…200 words?!
AUTOGRAPHED, BITCHES.
also, I just want to clarify, I did not assist Mr. Bones, the magical kid’s party pirate.
Just the serious-as-shit adult show.
And it was not pirate themed.
Pam Thompson. You complete me.
Who wants more?
I’ve got magician’s assistant handbook gold, here.
Chicken shrimp
To be a chicken shrimp
Life would be hard
But the taste more confusing
today is my brother’s birthday. he’s 21. and he’s out celebrating. and there is a knot in my stomach. there’s this almost uncontrollable need to protect him, take care of him, keep the scary things away…put my hands over his eyes until the shadows pass and the sun comes out again. 5 years ago I was crumpled into the corner of a hospital bathroom, shaking, hysterical…hiding from how close I was to losing him. but he’s here. he’s here and and I feel like we’re walking on the edge of a very sharp cliff…and I’m behind him, steadying him…in front of him to hold his hand…waiting below him to catch him if he falls. But he’s 21 now and in every possible, definable way he’s an adult. And I can’t ignore it. and I can’t turn my head away. and I can’t be there anymore to hide him under my blanket when there’s a bad man with a gun, to loosen his restraints when they make his wrists bleed. I can’t be there to tell mom when he’s doing something dangerous, to defend him and fight for him and take all the punches. Because he’s an adult now. Because he’s good at being an adult and he doesn’t need me to do it for him…and I just want him to know that.
i love you.
I’m still stunned by you, still completely knocked off my feet when I look at you…45 weeks later.
yesterday we were playing in the living room, on the floor by the coffee table. I got up and walked to the kitchen, just a few steps, just a few seconds. And when I looked back over my shoulder, you had pulled yourself up onto the couch…you were sitting in your daddy’s spot, holding onto your toes, laughing like mad…so obviously pleased with yourself for what you had accomplished. And that’s when I realized how quickly I was losing my baby…that, really….you’re hardly a baby at all anymore.
things that make the world go round…
…postcards from my Koko in Colorado.
jeans: thrifted – 50 cents. originally Anthro for $218
top: thrifted / sweater: Target
headband: dollar store / shoes: ancient and falling apart
tacos and beer. cake and beer. ghosts and cards. boys with white contacts. pancakes with candles. birthday breakfast. baby bandana. softball and golf. bouncy house and a birthday party. kisses from Mikaela. crocodile tears. dinner at chili’s. jalapenos and eating contests. boys in pretty shirts. apple butter and toast. swinging in the sun, playing at the park. yellow horses, wet slides. a dead turtle, a homemade boat. a hundred outfits on the floor. cousin’s wedding, sitting in the back. vintage polyester, 6 inch heels. braids and headbands, lollipops and candy corn. windows open, watching merlin.
