Vintage Lollipops

Painting progress: Glitter and finishing touches to her little peppermint wonderland.  So many little faces in the studio. Hot chocolate!     Pretty Mab Graves Christmas card from my beautiful friend and Editor-in-Chief at beautiful.bizarre. Thank you, Danijela! I love it!     After a long day of last minute Christmas shopping, this was my snuggle time view.   Calorie free goodies and antique polkadot mushrooms trimming our tree.  We had a wonderful Christmas filled with love, happiness, and complete silliness... there was also a lot of kitchen dancing to a musical soap dispenser that Alex and I confiscated from Mom's house. I'm so grateful for every cherished moment.  

This is what's happening in the studio...  There's still time to enjoy my holiday sale, so don't forget to use MERRY20 at my Etsy shop checkout and save 20% off your entire purchase of $45 or more now thru January 1st. Plus some of my older works are available for a steal in my $9.99 section!

All bundled-up and ready for Christmas with my family! 

A little holiday sparkle never hurts. Merry Christmas! Wishing you a wonderful holiday filled with happiness, peace and love. Charlotte Russe rhinestone headphones  Karl metallic high top sneakers   and here  

Wishing for more Prismacolor pencils, The Row accordion blush pleated skirt , Ikea Victorian frames, lovely navy suede resting south of my ankles... like those Alexander McQueen buckled boots , ROMWE peter pan dresses, the perfect green/fur-lined cargo coat, an army of sophisticated candles, Thing of Beauty by Stephen Fried, stacks of vintage books, Emily Browning's Sleeping Beauty, Galaxy prints on everything, and creepy little doll accessories.   Oh, and vintage lace...

Yes, we're merrymakers in masks and sparkly frocks... Thoughts of Christmas scribble the page like a creative resurrection, but with all this metaphoric graffiti spattering the paper, I still found time to bathe in that ever-prevailing yuletide euphoria. Cookie-cutter homes stood vanguard, bejeweled with twinkling lights and shimmering snowmen… obviously Saint Nick’s navigational route to every fireside in suburbia. And while the December wind and holiday spirit seemed to blow past us, through us, and all around, we hoisted the anchor of expectancy. Celebrating the entrance of yet another year, the artificial Christmas tree now appears a depressing carcass of orphaned tinsel and prehistoric ornaments. But my mind marvels a series of Machiavellian tactics, as contractual obligations of our disheveled shopping bags lends reminder to the rest of the afternoon’s binge retail-activity. This is of course, a fleeting sterilization for those painstaking holiday blue periods. ...