the rings of rare design
May. 13th, 2005 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanMy little brother is letting me use his digital camera. AWESOME. FREAKING AWESOME. I love that camera. I like taking pictures. These are MUCH better. I shall continue to picspam until I get tired of this new toy.
The earrings. A sample, naturally. The beads aren't the ones I'll use every time, of course. You can choose from normal seed beads or the longer beads, shown here in white. The design is pretty much a prototype; naturally, every design will be a little different. But you get the idea. Also, they aren't this huge. This is a close-up.
Model = me! Left ear.
Right ear. Wow, I didn't know I had this many zits.
The first really artistic pair I ever made, four or five years ago. Still kinda proud of these. I have a LOT that are better, though.
A geometric necklace I made last year in Jewelry class. The centerpiece is the size of my fist. I'm learning how to use a soldering iron now; the teacher actually let us use blowtorches. He gave these to high school kids. People did get their hair singed regularly.
More Rachel's stuff. This is part of the top of my nightstand. Incense dish, clay tablet of The Luggage, wax spider hand, part of Latin word-a-day calendar, part of framed picture of me and little brother, neat wooden dragon, and THE EYEBALLS.
OK, here is one of me. The shirt belongs to my mother and happened to be clean. The moustache is ALL MINE.
An old man offered to buy The Hat off me for $20 in the Salvation Army store yesterday.
My eyes. Accidental close-up. There should be a special digital camera model for camwhores, where the little picture screen shows on the front of the camera instead of the back so you can see how the picture of yourself is going to turn out.
More feet. Unshaven legs and bad lighting. The dark things are my pant legs.
Other than that, nothing to report. Still making jewelry. Still haven't found a job. No Deep Thoughts that are impersonal enough to splash all over the friendspage.
Have discovered that I only introspect when I think someone I love is mad at me. This is because all of my imaginary friends are imaginary versions of real people. My fictional imaginary friends all died off when I hit middle school and discovered (other) girls, and the ones I try to create all turn into characters in stories, so they can't talk to me anymore.
The earrings. A sample, naturally. The beads aren't the ones I'll use every time, of course. You can choose from normal seed beads or the longer beads, shown here in white. The design is pretty much a prototype; naturally, every design will be a little different. But you get the idea. Also, they aren't this huge. This is a close-up.
Model = me! Left ear.
Right ear. Wow, I didn't know I had this many zits.
The first really artistic pair I ever made, four or five years ago. Still kinda proud of these. I have a LOT that are better, though.
A geometric necklace I made last year in Jewelry class. The centerpiece is the size of my fist. I'm learning how to use a soldering iron now; the teacher actually let us use blowtorches. He gave these to high school kids. People did get their hair singed regularly.
More Rachel's stuff. This is part of the top of my nightstand. Incense dish, clay tablet of The Luggage, wax spider hand, part of Latin word-a-day calendar, part of framed picture of me and little brother, neat wooden dragon, and THE EYEBALLS.
OK, here is one of me. The shirt belongs to my mother and happened to be clean. The moustache is ALL MINE.
An old man offered to buy The Hat off me for $20 in the Salvation Army store yesterday.
My eyes. Accidental close-up. There should be a special digital camera model for camwhores, where the little picture screen shows on the front of the camera instead of the back so you can see how the picture of yourself is going to turn out.
More feet. Unshaven legs and bad lighting. The dark things are my pant legs.
Other than that, nothing to report. Still making jewelry. Still haven't found a job. No Deep Thoughts that are impersonal enough to splash all over the friendspage.
Have discovered that I only introspect when I think someone I love is mad at me. This is because all of my imaginary friends are imaginary versions of real people. My fictional imaginary friends all died off when I hit middle school and discovered (other) girls, and the ones I try to create all turn into characters in stories, so they can't talk to me anymore.
