Flower Bead: Kapow!

Back in the day when I was dicking around studying abroad in Tel Aviv, I found myself volunteering as an arts and crafts teacher to new immigrant kiddies.

Wait. WAIT. I totally already told you this story, like, wayyyyy back in the day. (In digital time, four months is basically a life time.) I have neither the interest nor the energy to retype that shit up. 

The only additional bit of information I feel the need to share you might want is that when I learned the awesome ‘sushi roll’ fimo technique, I maybe went a little bead happy. I made so many beads. And then I made bracelets. And then I gave them to all of my best ladies as "I'll-miss-you-when-we-aren't-all-abroad-together" gifts. And then I came home and made more beads, and more bracelets, and then I sold them for boat loads of money. Then school got busy and I had to take a step away from the fimo beads. But I still have like 50 bracelets lying around my apt. I will photograph them and put on etsy shortly. I say that like it’s something that I’m actually gonna do. We’ll see. We’ll. see. 

Fast forward to now. Ima teach you bitches how to make my sacred fimo bead. Put your seatbelt on, we’re about to embrak on a wild ride. 

(Why, why do I say shit like that? The thing is, I have the power to delete that line, but I choose not to. I choose not to.)

Flower Bead: Kapow!

Back in the day when I was dicking around studying abroad in Tel Aviv, I found myself volunteering as an arts and crafts teacher to new immigrant kiddies.

Wait. WAIT. I totally already told you this story, like, wayyyyy back in the day. (In digital time, four months is basically a life time.) I have neither the interest nor the energy to retype that shit up. 

The only additional bit of information I feel the need to share you might want is that when I learned the awesome ‘sushi roll’ fimo technique, I maybe went a little bead happy. I made so many beads. And then I made bracelets. And then I gave them to all of my best ladies as "I'll-miss-you-when-we-aren't-all-abroad-together" gifts. And then I came home and made more beads, and more bracelets, and then I sold them for boat loads of money. Then school got busy and I had to take a step away from the fimo beads. But I still have like 50 bracelets lying around my apt. I will photograph them and put on etsy shortly. I say that like it’s something that I’m actually gonna do. We’ll see. We’ll. see. 

Fast forward to now. Ima teach you bitches how to make my sacred fimo bead. Put your seatbelt on, we’re about to embrak on a wild ride. 

(Why, why do I say shit like that? The thing is, I have the power to delete that line, but I choose not to. I choose not to.)

Pebbles Necklace. Flintstone Style.

Hey! I made a Pebbles necklace!

I could tell you I was inspired by a necklace that I found on Pinterest, or I could be honest and let you know that Pebbles of the Flintstones was the real muse. 

 

Sometimes cartoons inspire crafts. It's a thing. (No it's not.) 

Geometric Diamond Necklace

I have long longed to be cool enough to rock a tattoo. (And by "cool enough" I mean not fear being dis-owned by my parents. I'm a completely independent 20 something who is fully in my mother's control. Go Jewish guilt!) 

I know exactly what I would get: A geometric diamond on my forearm. Since a geometric diamond will never exist on my forearm, I have developed an obsession with the shape itself. I doodle it. A lot. Sometimes on my forearm. And then I have to remind myself that I'm not 15 years old anymore and drawing on myself is not appropriate in an office. Oops. 

I decided to make myself a necklace with said geometric diamond so I can rock it when the mood strikes:

Bad-ass. Not nearly as bad-ass as a tattoo would be, but bad-ass none-the-less. 

Bow Crafting Part 4: Bow Key-chain

Oh, hello. 

Here's a fun fact about me: I fucking love bows. 

Most people who know me know about the whole situation because I talk about it and sometimes I wear bows in my hair. It's really not a secret. And then I went on a three day bow crafting extravaganza. (See here, here, and here.) 

I told you there was an ellipses after Bow Crafting Part 3, not a period. 

And now you know why. 

Bow crafting never ends. I will continue making bows forever. Or at least until I develop arthritis in my hands OR go blind. 

...Not sure which will come first. I'm taking bets. 

Why I made a bow key-chain:

I get made fun of on the regular for my current key chain situation. Mostly because I look like a janitor. 

On my key chain, you will find:

-My wallet. (Yes. I use one of those little key chain pouches as a wallet. It is phat. It is also fat because wallets should be larger. I'm 15 years late on the slang.)

-A Duane Reade flex card. (Go savings!)

-Two bike-lock keys. (I ride a bike for transportation regularly. Imagine me with a helmet. It's super cute.)

-A key to my sister's apartment. 

-My mail key.

-My building key.

-My Front door key.

-A bottle opener gifted to me from Mr. Desk Job. (Drinking is part of the job description.)

-A key fob for Mr. Desk Job. 

...I would make fun of me too. 

Carrying all of my possessions around the office has been straight up annoying. So I decided to make a key chain exclusively for my key fob to lighten my load. 

Cue the bow key-chain:

Cute. So Cute. Super Cute. (Anyone else watch Happy Endings?)

One could say my new key chain is similar to this Marc Jacobs version, if one wanted to:

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Mustache Ring

Oh, yeahhhhh. 

I'm getting crafty with mustaches, AGAIN. 

This blog is starting to get a bit redundant, isn't it. I'll work on that. 
However, Klout told me that I'm a specialist, which means I'm focused and consistent. In this way, we could look at the redundant quality as a positive: According the the kouts, I'm an expert in my field! The field of mustaches and glitter, that is. Go me! 

Today, le moostache is rockin' as a finger party. 

Eh? EH?!

Finger mustache: another excellent social lubricator. Also, super awesome for those who get really awkward and uncomfortable infront of cameras (me).

The finger mustache creates an allusion of coolness for the camera shy. A hipper solution than the duck-lipped kissy face.

You know what is gonna be super cool? When I wear my mustache necklace and my mustache ring this weekend. Also, my phone will be wearing it's mustache case. (Should I name my phone? Is it male or female? These are important questions.)
Point of the story: coordinating accessories is so not cool. 

I might have bad taste.

Mustache Necklace

I have been lady lusting after mustaches lately. (In the on-a-mug or as-a-finger-tattoo kind of way. Sorry boys, the 70's-porn-star-look aint my thang. But I know lot's a few girls who totally dig that! Viva la mustache!)

I have seen many variations on the mustache necklace theme, and I'm not gonna lie, I have come close to purchasing one on multiple occasions. But I decided the cheapest and most fun way to acquire such a ridiculous necklace is to make it myself! 

Challenge accepted!

 

Not too shabby, eh?! 

(That's me - I just realized I'm not too big on posting photos of myself. I'm camera shy.)

Check it against the Urban Outfitters version:

I love hate to toot my own horn, but I think mine is better. It's all about the placement of the holes. Write that down. 

Fimo Bow - Because Fimo is Awesome.

I have to say this: FIMO IS FREAKING AWESOME. I was thinking about it the other day. It's a variety of clay that never dries. And then when you bake it - it becomes plastic. It's kind of like magic. I came to the realization that anything I can sculpt with clay - I can turn into plastic. I KNOW, I should have put two and two together way long ago, but I was busy turning Fimo into flowers. It dawned on me a week ago and I got all sorts of excited. Better late than never. Right? RIGHT?!

So what did I do with my new knowledge? I made A FIMO BOW. Duh.  

OK, I made a few. I wanted a hair bow, and a bow ring, and bow earrings. And I figured, why the hell not?! 

Neon Fimo Gems

Hey, you guys! Remember when I showed you how to make those awesome fimo coasters?! Well. What I didn't tell you was that I had some extra fimo scrap left over. I never know what to do with the left over fimo (there is always some left over fiimo) because there isn't enough scrap material to put into a new flower. #craftingproblems. 

And then I had an epiphany: I can use fimo to make other things. Mind = Blown. 

So, I had some neon colors left over and this is what I made:

NEON GEOMETRIC FIMO GEMS

Fierce. 

Fimo Coasters: My Greatest Crafting Secret Revealed!

OMG, WHAAA?! That's right, I am about to share one of my most sacred crafting secrets. My fimo flowers! (You can for sure find a step-by-step on youtube. I like to flatter myself.) 

SO, for my entire junior year in college, I lived abroad. During my second semester, I wasn't so much a "student" in the traditional sense. I was doing an "independent study" in photography, an "internship" at an itty bitty private museum, and I "volunteered." These quotations are probably misleading. I really did all of those things (for credit), just the bare minimum. Needless to say, I had a shit-ton of of free time on my hands to do whatever the hell I felt like. 

I volunteered as an assistant to an arts and crafts teacher who taught me the magical ways of FIMO! I was SO excited about this new material, that I marched myself to the only art store I could find to buy my own supplies and started experimenting. One of my favorite discoveries was how to make coasters. I only made one or two at the time, but have been looking forward to making more. I think it's time.