Of Red and Black Stitches and Freakishly Wild Things

I have spent the last few weeks (perhaps more *cough*) working on the logistics of readying an Etsy shop, which was supposed to be opened to the public today… When I say “the logistics” I mean “the nightmare”. So, before I get to the real purpose of this post, I want to take my cyber-hat off to Sharon, Lorelei, Stacy and every other Etsy goddess who sells her art online gracefully enough to make it look easy. You, freaking tricksters!

Anyhoo, my original poetry handwritten and stitched with ink and heart, won’t be found on my Etsy shop for a few more weeks. But… to those of you who have already fallen for one of my stitched poems or blackouts (and have been waiting patiently… or not so patiently), I’m making them available through PayPal.

If you see something you love and want, email me (magalyguerrero @ live . com), and I will get back to you. Soon, (after the Beautiful Freaks Fest), I will share a post (or three) with more details about the process.

For now, because you’ve been so patient with me, I want to share a few images of framed pieces with you, and host a pre-Freaks Fest giveaway. The details for the giveaway will be added to the end of the post.

This “Must Love Freaks” tanka poem is handwritten on a recycled passion fruit tea bag, and stitched to a 5×5 piece of recycled handmade paper.

“Powerful Freaks” is a quote handwritten on recycled coffee filter paper, and stitched to a 4×4 piece of recycled Moleskine parchment. This specific piece is not available for purchase because it’s mine! But worry not, my Luvs, I can craft a new one just for you.

Someone wanted to see a blackout poem bit on “its natural environment”. To which I said that what’s natural to me could look quite queer to him. But, since the prospective costumer is always right, here is a piece (not for sale) on my natural environment.

I made this blackout last night, and photographed it this morning (I’ve been playing around with light and such), to see when is the best time to photograph my poem bits (obviously, close to dawn is too blue of a time). It’s stitched to a 5×7 piece of recycled handmade paper.

Most of my poem bits available for sale will be One of a Kind or limited to 3 original pieces. But a few (certain quotes and “Motivational Snarks” *more on that later*) will be sold as Limited Editions (I haven’t decided just how many yet). “Made of Wild” is an example of what I mean:

That’s what I’ve been up to, these past few days, weeks… plus writing fiction, poetry, and delighting in other deliciously wicked things. What about you?

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(super easy) wee giveaway notes…
– For a chance to win the “Made of Wild” quote or the “Reality Is Disaster” blackout poem (frame not included), leave a comment telling me which piece you would like to win… and what you like best about it. See? Super easy. 😉 A winner will be chosen after the BFF.

Of First Dates and Frankensteinish Crabapple-Rose Bouquets

My sexy Piano Man and I went on another first date… and my hair could barely control its excitement… Either that, or the wind was feeling artful. Seriously, three minutes into the ferry ride from Manhattan to Staten Island, my hair looked like it had just exploded.

I pretended to be very vexed, and the wind behaved itself for about five seconds…

…but I made the mistake of grinning too soon…

…and my hair ka-BOOM-ed again.

Our yearly date went as usual—we shared a ricotta pizza (mushrooms, olives, green peppers) at the place we had our 1st first date, and followed the cheesy yumminess with homemade ice cream. After that, we headed towards Silver Lake, the spot where my Piano Man and I proposed to each other and have partaken on many first gropes.

We walked by Mundy Avenue. This bit might not be as cool, if you’ve never read Fables.

My lover walked on a tree that fell over a creek a few stormy summers ago…

…sat on a huge rock…

…and I noticed a nail quartet that had been hammered into a pine. Poor tree.

About a mile from the tree, we met a huge turtle. Well, we met 2 huge turtles. But since turtle romance looks rather disturbing, I figured that it would not be a good idea to post pictures of the loving couple *cough*. Say hi to the female…  pre-disturbance.

Once we got over the shock of seeing huge turtles making wee turtles, we continued our walk towards Silver Lake…. where I climbed a crabapple tree. The ecstasy of getting up on that tree without feeling the excruciating pain I felt last year (when I wasn’t trying to climb anything) was glorious. The memory of it is making me grin like a lunatic.

At some point during our journey, my Piano Man rescued some roses that had been recently crippled. I grabbed a half-snapped branch from the crabapple tree and brought the beautifully freakish bouquet home.

When we stepped out of the train, a man who seemed to be drunk enough to set his own breath on fire, looked from my face to my Frankensteinish crabapple-rose creation (which my Piano Man was carrying), and said to me, “You are very lucky, both of you.”

I nodded my thanks, but said nothing (since my mouth was dying to ask him if he meant that my Piano Man and I were both lucky, or if he was seeing two of me… and I suspect the latter might not have been very polite). But I did smile at him, thinking, Yes, we are.

Then my Piano Man and I got home, and made each other luckier.