Photos of my studio showed up on Apartment Therapy today. So excited! In other news, I can’t stop listening to this song. Okay, back to sewing a zillion bags for Renegade.

Not having a job means not buying new clothes. And while not exactly a shopaholic, I do like a little variety every once in a while. Wearing the same jeans and blouses every day had gotten really boring, and most of my work clothes are pretty dresses and skirts that (1) require expensive dry cleaning,

I have a collection of cameos, given to me by my Lola (Filipina grandma), and I wear them all the time. The silver of my ring is so dented from being banged around (I’m hardly the most graceful lady). But my mom kept the brooches for herself, so I’ve made a low-rent version. Pins! I

Yeah, sorry. I found more treasure on the street this morning. I picked up this little vase in front of a house that’s on our regular, morning walk. I’ve found many good things in this house’s junk box – the residents regularly put their discards on the sidewalk for passersby. I also found this copper
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