My Roots, The Conjuring, Tiddy Crafting

I’m retuning back to my roots and blogging more. I’ve been on WordPress for ten years and I started originally just posting “About Me” content from Pinterest prompts which was pretty fun. I remember writing one post about how my nose is the most dramatic feature on my face, but I’d like to say my lips are pretty big and noticeable. Enough to make my husband pissed when I got a lip piercing. I liked that piercing and plan to get it back. I don’t give a fuck what he thinks (I’m lying, I do. but I still want that piercing again done by a piercer who’s in better spirits unlike the last one).

I’ve also been searching the internet for personal blogs like the one I have, sprinkled with a little niche of their hearts desires. Like stumbling into a hidden world of someone’s adornment for a certain topic or hobby. I’ll report back when I find something cool.

Anyways, I started watching The Conjuring. I grew up on horror movies. I don’t know what my mother was thinking having us watch The Trilogy of Terror, Puppet Master, Tales from the Hood, Hellraiser, Nightmare of Elm Street, (the list goes on) all before bed. I should punch my grandma for making a young me watch Beloved in her old creepy home, but I cant do that. Respect your elders. A lot of my current work is inspired by the greatest classical horror and psychological films. Hellraiser being one of them and Puppet Master, the first two films.

My goal is to just catch up and rediscover the things I adored when I was younger. Somewhere starting from the moment I entered the workforce as a fresh high school graduate I lost what made me happy through entertainment. Sure I was able to enjoy movies, shows, and games, but the feeling was fleeting as the hardships of life returned. I don’t want to dive back into my past living on my own with a fucking leech since I’ve been brought into better circumstances. I still cry for the many years of struggles, then adding fucking social media (another topic of discussion for a later date) and here I am. A jumbled mess and the only way I sense I can be happy is being ignorant to the world. Movies, anime, basic tv with a little gossip is enough for me. I don’t think I can take the many think pieces, commentary, or content that only conjures up the feeling of resentment for my own lack of development any further.

This is my safe space. The only place I actually want to make content on.

Before I go, I made a clay sculpture of of boobs. It was on my mind all Friday morning to make. Not to be weird, but I like boobs. Big, small, high hanging or low. They supply food. I saw a video of breastmilk under a microscope and it looked like a film of opal. I didn’t get a chance to breastfeed my girls and I swear the last one I had, there was no lactation nurse on site as much as I wanted to try! I will feed my babies from my tiddies in my next life! For now, I’ll continue to make tiddie art.

This piece was going to be perfect, but I couldn’t find where I put the rest of my sunflower charms. Damn!