RhianCaroline

i want so much

i want to ride around on a hot pink bicycle that has white streamers flowing from the handle bars. i want to taste the perfect key lime pie even though i have never ever tasted any key lime pie. i want to travel to paris with just one backpack, a pair of kicks on my feet, and a camera in my hand. i want to live at the heart of a group of friends, reading and painting writing and loving the world a better place. i want to wear the same pair of jeans every day for months on end so that they become a part of me, all frayed and creased and beautifully tattered. i want to read books full of glorious words all strung together to make magnificent sentences. i want emily dickinson lines tattooed on my arm. i want to put my mattress on the floor and make a fort out of sheets and feather fairy lights and paper lanterns above my bed. i want to feel like i want to paint stuff again. i want best friends here, in my town, for weekly coffee and trips to the museum. i want to do something that will change something. that will make something different and better. i want to sit in my back garden and listen to the birds and the stream and gaze up at the sky and breathe in and out and in and out. i want to know that i believe what i believe because i believe it and not because i don't believe the other stuff. i want bubbles sparkling in sunshine. and long grass brushing against pale legs. i want toenails i can paint blood red and my plants to grow with abundance. i want to not be so distracted by what i should be doing, who i should be being, how i should be feeling. i want a sims character designed to look exactly like me. i want to not be so me me me. and be a lot more you you you, us us us, them them them. i want to not be so angry. i want to dance to styx and van morrison in flipflops and drink ice cold lemonade.  i want to stack up the books by my bed so they reach to the stars. or at least my ceiling. i want pure white walls and dark wood floors. i want home made ice lollies. and to make pretty things out of doilies. i want to know that he is there. in the quiet. where he says he will be. i want to maybe just once not have to decide that i know he is there, but actually know that he is there.

drive by

blogging is hard when your computer has gone to the great games store in the sky. i will be back soon-as the boy makes me a new desktop. which will be able to handle photoshop, sims 3, illustrator and the internet, all at the same time.
if i so choose.

i will also be back with a couple of [free] mini workshops precariously titled A Glimpse and Linear. Please email me at rhirhilove @ gmail . com if you think you would prefer these set up on a separate blog, or if you just want to be able to download the .pdf's with no workshop structure.

there are a few more zines up in the etsy store too. in case you went looking and they were gone. i hadn't realised they had sold out.

much love, bitches.

xoxo

i love love

 

You can this sticker for free from here. Unless you do not live in America, then you can not get one at all. Ha.

Please send me one American's. Just one. I will send you pretty things in return. I would be more amused if someone who does not support gay marriage sent me one. But that would just be for my weird sense of humour. 

let us sumarise

My creative mood directly correlates to how much I read.

It is hard to blog when you really don't have much to say. Or the things you do have to say are a little inappropriate.

Delilah my laptop has pretty much died.

Frost is in New York and I'm flipping between jealous and happiness for her.

So far only one copy of Barefoot hasn't arrived at its destination.

I am reading an incrediably boring book right now and wishing I wasn't one of those people who has to finish a book they start.

Still no job.

I have done my neck in. What is up with whole general back area?

I'm thinking I will make this a Random Acts of Kindness week.

Here is an example you can all take away and think about, 'Old men with pipes are brilliant. To encourage this welcome sight more in society, the next time you see an old man carrying a pipe, pop off to the newsagent to buy him some extra tobacco.' (pg.73)

Or how about this one, 'Scrub a gnome.'(pg.140)

Really.

Okay. Last one, 'Tell a sweaty woman she has a healthy glow.'(119)

But really. There are some good ones too.

I'm going, to save myself from any more of this randomness.

monday

it's (fake) photobooth friday

 

 

it's a digi day. a kitschy digi day :)
i don't know why scrapbooking feels so hard lately.

i'm going to sit in the sun, hurrah.

the zine edition

i love a lot of zines. they are my newest crack.
along with cake, gossip girl, books, and ranting.
so here is a list of a few of my favorites.

 Culture Slut

Brilliant brilliant brilliant. Want a glimpse into a retro glasses wearing, tattoo loving, feminist loner's mind? Read Culture Slut. It literally is her version of a diary, put out there for other zinesters to love and adore. She has definitely inspired me for issue 2 of Barefoot.

The La-La Theory

My favorite (so far!) word loving zinester. Not just because there is a Welsh word included in this edition! But because the way Katie writes makes me want to write. This is a good thing to find in a zine.

 The Lucky Ones

I'll admit it. I bought this zine because I loved the name. Then, when I got it in my hungry little hands, I loved this zine because of what the name represents. 54 pages taken from Mark's sketch book, 54 random observations of the wrorld around him, 54 lucky little sketches making it into this inspiring little zine. It made me want to ride on the New York subway, and carry my sketch book everywhere. His follow up, Dead Letters and Rare Words is on my wish list also.

Finally (for today) my understanding of the boundary between zine and MAGAzine is vague, at best. Simply, I understand it as coming down to advertising. Zines are grassroots, they are indie, they are  anti-commercialism, self published from the darkened bedroom of a person wanting to get their thoughts, their issues, their causes out there. So in my mind, when a zine includes advertisments, (unless it is advertising oneself) then it moves over into the MAGAzine realm. 
However, Subtext classes itself as a magazine, but rather has the feel of a zine. There are no adverts, just a group of people writing about things that matter to them, that effect them and us and you. It's a British feminist magazine, that is a breath of fresh air amongst heat, and look, and glamour, etc.  

My first zine list ;)

angie delarie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angie of angiedelarie asked if I would guest design for her last month. These are some of the things I put together :) There are still a few other things I have yet to finish.

I think Angie is having some trouble with the website at the minute, but she has an etsy too.

I used her cityscape stamp on fabric then just embroidered over it. I love the stamp anyway, but it made it so much more touchy-feely.

I am in love with anybody that is big and brave and beautiful enough to sit back and think, 'no wait. You know what. *i* could do that. I could design those things, I could make that myself, I have drawings I think other people would like.'
And that is Angie. In all her indie scrapbooking product glory :)

the bloody apprentice

genius.