going through architecture school I realized how much my mother influenced my aesthetic. she collected antiques my whole life and gave us kids lots of independence at very early ages. these are my mother's marks from 2nd & 3rd grade. I don't know whether our report cards would match up then but with age and technology I definitely become a horrible speller and a lazy reader.
these are miniatures made by my mother and grandma ayars. the are completely hand made from metal wire and bee's wax thread. the cushions are little pieces of wood wrapped in fabric.
far right: grandma cole, left: the hooper's [sister to grandma] far left: grandma cole, far right: grandpa cole [I really miss my grandparents so much]
front. back. I don't know who this is right now but it was in one of the boxes of old family photos I've been going through.
each new day that you try to describe life as a wheel, the wheel gets bigger.
This blog is not pure at heart. It's intended to be a loose thread to my wanderings, thoughts, dreams, and work in a basic archival sense. I am a virgin blogger so this site may be prone to erasing and rewriting while I figure out exactly what I want it to be.