Sunday, May 28, 2006

Flea Market Find


Look at what I found in a $3 stack of ephemera today!! Isn't this just the coolest? Based on the outfit and hair, I'd say this is Civil War era, for sure!! What do YOU think??? It's copper on the backside, by the way... and since my old photo knowledge is nil... would this be a tin type??? I wouldn't think so... but it is a metal photo.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Baby Tigger



This is the little guy Annie calls Baby Tigger. He's more of a beanie Tigger, but, he's soft and fleece like her other one. Gund is the company that made these. They've not been made since 2001.

Tigger



I wish I could make this bigger... but this is THE Tigger... the ONLY Tigger that Annie knows. When she watches Winnie the Pooh, she sees THAT Tigger, but he's not the same to her. Bless her little heart!!

Tigger and Annie



This is, perhaps, the oldest surviving photograph of Annie with Tigger. Her classic Tigger is still her best friend and I'm sure she'll treasure him forever. She loved him instantly, and we've gone through about six or seven of them. I don't know how they become lost, but, I'm always on the search for new ones... for prosperity's sake... and for Annie's sake!!

Must be time for bed!


My sweet little baby isn't so little anymore... but she's still sweet... when she wants to be!! These are about four years old!!

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Just thinking...

I've often wondered if anyone reads my blog. I'm not so good at keeping up with it, though part of that has to do with the vertigo I've been battling for the past two weeks. Prior to that, I blame the end of the semester workload.

At any rate, I do like to know that people read this. I was glad to see someone commented on the India-Tibet Deco I'd made. Thank you for your compliments!

I'd like to keep links on this page, but, as a blogger newbie, I'm not quite sure how to create that type of a section. I have the feeling it has more to do with the layout I chose. If anyone can help me with this little task, please comment!

I've found some old magazines, old found photos and other ephemera as I was cleaning this past weekend, and I think I just might share some of the cool stuff with you. We'll see what happens...

poetry

Taken
Your eyes
-- flitting
Golden
and flitting
Not giving me a chance
to see them for
any amount of time
There in the gut
lies recycled adrenaline
which
nauseates and
irritates
Nothing is sacred when
you end my
sentences with
I
don't
care.
Goosebumps reach
each nook of flesh
and cause pit to squirm ill.
You wanted a pickle
I don't care.
(Something's awry when the pickles you purchase are wrapped in plastic and kept in a shoebox in the closet down the hall).

Apathy is
a sardonic
book allowing you
to speak but
showing your age and
lack of maturity and
lack of responsibility and
lack of respect.
A token of your
love reads
apathetic
indignity
indigent
apathetic
and the words
I write will go
unread
because
you will glance
or even read
but
you will never
understand
I want the adrenaline
to die or diminish
but it rests within
flowing more boldly
than blood.

-akalvig 2000

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Alisdale Drive

-Alisdale Drive-

The wind whistles
a quasi-oriental lullaby
through the rusty steel-framed window
of my apartment and
I realize this is the first time
I’ve lived alone in this city.

I didn’t want a roommate.
I thought I’d get more studying done that way,
but this catharsis frightens me.
I can’t forget the feel of his hands
over my mouth
or his knees digging into my arms.

Plastic on the windows will keep out the draft.

By Amy Kalvig

A Poem For Memorial Day

Memorial Day

Picnics didn’t cease
when the dry pavement
became coated in mash.
Former life trickled
and mixed with it
while the cops
tried to figure out
what happened.

A fat lady with a pretty face
claimed a deer ran into
the path of the truck carrying oranges
so the driver swerved to miss it,
hitting the Budweiser truck
and forcing both off the road.

The cop took notes while the paramedics
placed two bodies on stretchers.

The Lincoln arrived on the scene
And the coroner jumped out.
“They’re dead,” he said. He handed the EMT
some papers, signed his name and headed back to his golf game.

“Let’s get this highway cleared,”
said the cop, kicking a few broken Bud bottles
off the pavement.

“What a waste,” said a man
in a dingy Monster truck t-shirt.
“What a waste.”

“Yeah,” the cop agreed,
picking up a broken Bud.
“Let’s get this highway cleared.”

New Decos and FBs




My artwork is sort of slipping, as I've been busy with the end of one semester and the start of a new semester! I'm not sure how I feel about the India and Tibet deco... but I know I love the Whitman one!