tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41885143302579600502024-03-13T00:44:19.617-04:00tyra made simple"...women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly."
--Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching GodTyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-71789527666370386832012-06-13T20:21:00.001-04:002012-06-13T20:21:51.370-04:00Can I Still Say Happy New Year and a Preview!<br />
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This is my first post for 2012, so...Happy New Year :-). And boy has it been a new year. After almost two years, I am no longer a member of the unemployed class. That's right, I am officially one of the many under-employed, which I have to say, despite the fact that my financial situation hasn't changed much, I'm grateful for. In the meantime, however, I needed to put some things on the back burning like blogging and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tyramadejewelry">this</a> until I figured out what everything meant in the grand scheme of life. The bad news is, I'm still not sure about the meaning of life. The good news? <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tyramadejewelry">This</a> is coming back in full force :-) Here's a peek:<br />
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If you're still following, thanks for hanging in there!<br />
<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-87077683753532053302011-11-15T15:00:00.001-05:002011-11-15T16:22:51.264-05:00To Outfit Post or Not to Outfit Post...That is the Question....or, how I've been inspired by others for the third time while blogging. Lately, I've been inundating myself with style/fashion blogs - blogs by everyday, regular ladies who want to share their daily or weekly outfits with the world. Literally, everybody and <a href="http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/">somebody's grandmother</a> has a "style" blog. I started "reading" these kinds of blogs while looking for some where to submit my jewelry for a quick feature and thereby generate some sales. These days, I've gotten to the point where I'll read blogs that the bloggers are reading. That's how I came across <a href="http://stylebysantina.blogspot.com/">Style by Santina</a> and this outfit.<br />
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Now, I haven't been following this blog for that long, but I do enjoy this outfit - the sweater, the printed tee she's wearing underneath, the flats are crazy, and the roll in the jeans. As one who prides herself on "originality", I filed the image in my mental file cabinet and kept it moving. And then I got dressed - jeans, a cardigan sweater, skinny jeans with a roll, flats, and a printed tee! Dammit...I was inspired by someone else yet again :-) I've also been thinking about adding outfit posts to my blog because if <a href="http://www.stylishcurves.net/2011/11/style-journey-how-i-rock-colored-tights.html">Alissa of Stylish Curves</a> can do it...oh here's my version of the outfit in question. Not exactly the same, but definitely in the spirit :-) I'm still a little <i>meh</i> on whether to make outfit posts a regular thing.<br />
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and here's a close-up preview of the tyramade necklace I'm wearing (more on that soon).<br />
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<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-21412338999389959742011-11-07T13:45:00.001-05:002011-11-09T00:15:01.851-05:00Happy Birthday Daddy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is my father's birthday...he would be 74. He's been gone for a while, though I can't remember the exact date it happened. This is one of his paintings (my brother has one and there's at least one more that my mother has; there are large scale wood carvings as well). Despite his troubles, he was a jazz lover, a true artist, and the reason for my own creativity. I miss him today more than ever.<br />
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The painting depicts my grandmother, niece, and me at my grandmother's house. My grandmother's house was the center of the family. It was where we all gathered - funerals, family reunions, whatever. So, it is a natural scene to show my grandmother on her front porch, cleaning turnip greens while my niece and I look on. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was a teenager when my niece was born, which makes the proportions just right.<br />
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I'm pretty sure this is him tending a garden on the side of the house (He actually did this once; he had a garden in our backyard almost every summer when I was little). I think he may have still been working on it because the male figure's face is undefined. Having his artwork around helps me remember good things about him (like how he catered my wedding), which in turn, causes me to miss him dearly. Happy Birthday, Daddy!Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-49392739107109145292011-10-12T15:28:00.000-04:002011-11-09T00:16:08.806-05:00Husband, Brother, Father?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just showing off a few more of my wax print, <a href="http://honestlywtf.com/diy/diy-bow-tie/">Honestly, WTF</a> inspired, DI-Ty bow ties. I'm not sure if I'm going to sell them in my Etsy shop, because I sort of want to wear them all myself. If I did sell them, in order to keep up with my naming-things-after-loved-ones theme, I'm thinking about naming the above two after the husband, since they are a bit...ahem...larger. But then so is the brother kinda, so maybe I'll eeny-meeny-miny-mo it!<br />
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I'm pretty sure, however, that I will be naming this one - Tyrone -<br />
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After my father and the person from whom my own name comes. I mean, if you knew my father, then you would understand how cool this bow tie really is :-).<br />
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<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-3388077847577696882011-10-10T14:39:00.001-04:002011-11-09T00:16:24.777-05:00Singing or Laughing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Either way, my shoes seem to be in a good mood, which I couldn't help documenting (I swear, I did not stage this photo). It's taking some doing to follow their lead, however. Happy Monday!Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-63823673799907898172011-10-07T17:01:00.000-04:002011-11-09T00:17:43.853-05:00Boys on the Side?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This post marks the second time I have showcased something I've shamelessly copied from someone else. Then again, as the cliche goes, there is nothing new under the sun. At any rate, when I saw this bow tie tutorial on <a href="http://honestlywtf.com/diy/diy-bow-tie/">Honestly, WTF</a>, I could not get it out of my mind (not an exaggeration; I kept going back to the posting). Since I had some wax print fabric remnants that were too small/short to make into necklaces, I knew had a project on my hands. Here's another pic of this cute pink and green one (there are about 6 or 7 more - and counting).<br />
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I am a self-proclaimed tomboy and love how the fabric makes the bow tie perfectly feminine What do you think? Would you wear a bow tie or do you think they are strictly for the boys?Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-64994921565686179182011-09-27T16:19:00.000-04:002011-11-09T00:18:33.148-05:00The Namesake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After much trial and many errors, I've finally uploaded some new items to my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tyramade?ref=seller_info">Etsy shop</a>. I'm calling my new collection of wax print necklaces with copper pendants and lace/brass earrings The Namesake. With <a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home">Etsy's</a> new "relevancy" search criteria, sellers have to be more descriptive with items to ensure that customers will find exactly what their looking for. So, that means I can't give my items clever titles (like the names of my female friends and relatives) for fear they will get lost in the shuffle. But, I manage to add my preferred titles in my descriptions. Case in point: if you click on the link below the photo, you'll discovered that these are "Chandelier Earrings - Purple Lace and Copper Beads", but I call them "Tselane, Palace Queen". Tselane is my middle name, hence, The Namesake. There are three pairs of chandelier earrings and five wax print necklaces in the collection. Following, is a brief preview.<br />
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Full disclosure, I hated my middle name growing up. There's the weird spelling with the silent "T". It sounds weird when pronounced, which caused a lot of my classmates to resort to calling me "salami" ( I made the mistake of telling my niece about this). It's African in origin, but no one really knows what it means (I was born in the 70s in the Midwest). It wasn't until I got to college and met a girl from Kenya who could pronounce "ts" together so melodically that I began to appreciate my exotic middle name. A few years after my husband and I moved to NYC, I found an old book (published in 1961) called "Tselane" in which the title character is a South African princess (and I'm pretty sure the inspiration behind my middle name; from one of my mother's coworkers at the time - I think). Although I use my maiden name as my middle name since getting married, "Tselane" is still The Namesake.Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-53075430933831668542011-09-12T15:28:00.001-04:002011-11-09T00:19:36.673-05:00A Perfectionist's Product Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Making my way around the new camera has proven to be a little more challenging than I expected. It's more about finding the optimal relationship between lighting, camera setting, product placement, etc. than it is about my learning the technical aspects of the camera (though the latter sure does facilitate things a bit). I took a few (read: a lot) pics over the weekend of some necklaces in anticipation of a shop update, but I didn't enjoy the output very much. Since I'm not making said update, I thought I'd give a brief preview of what's to come using some pics that I wasn't compelled to delete right away.. More to come...</div>
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I apologize for the corny blog title, but it honestly sums up the topic of this post (okay, so I'm not always that creative). Before I get into things, I have to issue a disclaimer. I am, by nature, quite cynical and sarcastic, especially when it comes to fashion and its trends. I love clothes, style, and shopping just like the next girl, but I'm not one to go on about labels, who-wore-what, and things of that nature. But then I opened the latest issue of <a href="http://www.essence.com/">Essence</a>, turned to pg. 32, and saw this...<br />
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How adorable are these two ladies with their personalized fedoras! I've wanted one for a while and finally bought one this summer. I love it as is, but seeing this made me want to add my own little touch. I know I couldn't pull off what the above ladies have done. I remembered several vintage brooches that were collecting dust in my supply bin, and I tried out each one until I was satisfied with the look, position, and feel of one. Here is the end result...what do you think?!<br />
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(Photos taken by me: 1 and 2 from <a href="http://www.essence.com/">Essence </a>; 3 from me)Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-75076758375886448062011-09-02T11:55:00.001-04:002011-09-02T11:55:59.327-04:00Cute Dress...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/80926014/1980s-denim-wiggle-ultra-mini-xs-s">80s Denim Mini Dress</a> also from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/CasaVintage?ref=seller_info">Casa Vintage</a></div>
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But where did she get those earrings?! Why they are my very own <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/66932825/the-jackie-in-turquoise-tyramade-to">Jackie's in Turquoise</a> (written about in a <a href="http://tyramadesimple.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackie.html">previous post</a>)! Xinthia, the owner of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/80051932/navy-and-red-super-soft-day-dress-s-m">Casa Vintage</a>, used to be the shop assistant for Michelle of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/brownbagvintage">Brown Bag Vintage</a>, one of my fave and most frequented vintage shops on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home">Etsy</a>. Noticing that I was, in fact, a frequent shopper, Xinthia curiously took a gander at my jewelry and fell in love with said earrings. Michelle, being an astute (and supportive) boss, bought the earrings behind Xinthia's back...as the latter's birthday present, of course! I am excited for Xinthia as she embarks on her solo <a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home">Etsy</a> dreams (and her stuff is given <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/brownbagvintage">Michelle</a> a run for her money ;-), and I am thrilled to have a piece of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tyramade?ref=si_shop">tyramade</a> along for the ride. Thanks ladies. Have a great Labor Day Weekend everyone!</div>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The VMAs aired on MTV last night! While there were some moments both cute (Beyonce's pregnant belly rub) and interesting (Ga Ga's drag race), I can't say I was excited about the show. In fact, I don't get excited about award shows at all anymore. Part of it is that I'm older, and as we get older, we tend to hang on to the music we grew up with, and award shows grow with the time, catering to younger and younger audiences. The other part has to do with the fact that performers like MJ with real, honest to goodness, studied-up talent seem to be in short supply. They do exist, of course, but they aren't crazy enough to be popular by today's standards (and yesterday's standards are not respected). Anyway, I long for the days when my heart would jump in my chest, and my eyes would sparkle in anticipation. My skin would literally burn all the way to my toes, stealing my breath and my ability to speak or reason. Unfortunately, June 25, 2009 pretty much guaranteed that I would never be as excited about an awards show as I was this night... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">or this one either...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aIcdVfVjkNI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Happy 53rd Birthday MJ!</div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-87103613348998677672011-07-11T14:11:00.000-04:002011-07-11T14:11:22.829-04:00Keeping My Head Above Water<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuuapgAkiF4wPB3yc_VIoDQSO3NY0Sku7XErgcPpbmncaCvTFPie7bAGmT98NJuYuDayDeTpS46NL1bmvSosWrao1BuvLX-uCh-S9GzJuWBUKagWnhaReYR40aDr0Aym7ylhE46tpload/s1600/leavesandfeathersetsy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuuapgAkiF4wPB3yc_VIoDQSO3NY0Sku7XErgcPpbmncaCvTFPie7bAGmT98NJuYuDayDeTpS46NL1bmvSosWrao1BuvLX-uCh-S9GzJuWBUKagWnhaReYR40aDr0Aym7ylhE46tpload/s320/leavesandfeathersetsy2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/57518058/tide-fine-art-print">Tide by Faith Evans-Sills</a> found in her Etsy shop <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/leavesandfeathers?ref=seller_info">leaves and feathers</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm volunteering as a GED writing teacher, and I spent the weekend creating a curriculum for the six-week program. The ad for the position clearly stated that a curriculum and materials would be provided, but I was informed a day or so before the first class that I would have to turn in lessons for the remaining set of classes by Tuesday of the following week (tomorrow). Although I've been out of the classroom for a while now, I'm still a teacher at heart, so I'm quite capable of creating a series of lessons and goals that will prepare adults to tackle the writing portion of the GED with respect for their strengths and anxieties. I have a co-teacher for the one-day-a-week, two-hour course, which obviously means the responsibility is shared. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But, I can't help but feel that the Universe (God) is sending me a message, but I'm not sure how to read it just yet. I've been out of the classroom for three years and have been job searching for almost two. My Etsy shop turns five on August 14th (also my mother's birthday), but I can't say that it is a successful shop. In fact, I've come very near to closing it down several times in the last few months. With the state of the economy and the eight million jewelry designers in the world, running a handmade jewelry business is difficult. Yet, something keeps me going. In the midst of all this, I'm now volunteering to do work that I used to get paid to do. I'm not sure how to process it all. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">For now, I'm inspired by the messages in the paintings from artist, <a href="http://harmonyandfaith.blogspot.com/">Faith Evans-Sills</a>. She combines acrylic paint, ink, and positivity to create beautiful and spiritual affirmations. Even <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/leavesandfeathers?ref=seller_info">her shop tag</a>, "Art to Inspire the Soul," is in keeping with her purpose. Remember - </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/76162362/vintage-70s-floral-garden-cotton-wrap">Lovely vintage 70s floral wrap skirt</a> from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/thegreedyseagull?ref=seller_info">The Greedy Seagull</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have a quiet, unspoken obsession with vintage clothing. I've been in denial about it, but I've finally admitted it to myself and accepted it as fact. It dawned on me a while ago that I need to blame this on my mother. When I was little, my mother would take me to second-hand or thrift stores for shoes, clothing, even household items. There was one particular second-hand shoe store, Laura's, that we would go to almost every Sunday. It was our little outing, and we would spend hours trying on shoes. I was never embarrassed about wearing second-hand clothing, probably because my mother was and still is a genius at spotting quality (I even got the point where I could pick out things on my own; purses were an early addiction), which I understand is the distinction between the words "vintage" and "thrift." I get it on a philosophical level but not always on an economic level. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On Etsy, there are vintage shops in every price range, so I've managed to indulge my obsession fairly well. The shops I go back to are those where the clothing is "old" but modern looking and can meld in with what I already have. Anyway, the hardest thing for me to find is a skirt because...well, I'm not skinny and older cuts are smaller. The above skirt, besides being gorgeous, has a 28-33" waist. I'm thinking I could squeeze in it so I pulled some of my other vintage "favorites" to make a couple of outfits.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In one outfit, I'd wear the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/76162362/vintage-70s-floral-garden-cotton-wrap">skirt</a> with this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/76120522/vintage-90s-ralph-lauren-chambray-denim">denim vintage Ralph Lauren shirt</a> from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/shopolive?ref=seller_info">Olive</a>, this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73590468/vintage-sisal-tasseled-market-bucket">vintage straw bag</a> from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/OmniaWears?ref=seller_info">Omnia Wears</a> (I had two of these in high school; loved them both), and this cute <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77239297/vintage-1970s-penny-a-thought-loafer">vintage loafer wedges</a> from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/fabgabs?ref=seller_info">Fab Gabs</a> (all on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home">Etsy</a>).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The second outfit would be the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/76162362/vintage-70s-floral-garden-cotton-wrap">skirt</a>, an adorable, oversized <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69190200/vintage-1980s-long-blouse-or-tunic-in">tan and white Gingham shirt</a> and a <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75914175/vintage-classic-coach-satchel-purse-in">classic, red vintage Coach satchel</a> both from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/pineapplemint?ref=seller_info">Pineapple Mint</a> completed by these gorgeous <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73591618/vintage-tamarind-leather-woven-sandals-9">vintage woven sandals</a> from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/OmniaWears?ref=seller_info">Omnia Wears</a>. What are some of your favorite vintage shops/items on Etsy? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I'm thinking of adding some embroidery thread to my jewelry projects. As I stated in <a href="http://tyramadesimple.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiration.html">yesterday's post</a>, I'm bored with things, and I think adding a little decorative element to the metal and lace in my designs will elevate my spirits. I'm not going to do any full-on, full-blown patterns, but I have been looking to a few for inspiration.<br />
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</div>I'm blown away by the colors and handiwork exhibited by these pieces. I'm even more impressed that I found all these beauties on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home">Etsy</a>, the current home of my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tyramade?ref=si_shop">shop</a>. In fact, I favorite (and buy) a lot of really spectacular handmade wares from other sellers daily. I'll be sharing some of them here. In the meantime, what's got your creative juices flowing? How do you maintain your own interest in your craft?Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-28585862114455367592011-07-05T10:34:00.000-04:002011-07-05T10:34:55.710-04:00Inspiration...<script src="http://www.craftcult.com/js/trwi.js?s=1&l=NzIzMzl8MzkwOTYzMDU4&r=24706&t=s&m=0&u=72339&">
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...is in short supply around here. In a word, I'm bored. Blogging, tweeting, even jewelry making is leaving a lot to be desired. That's another good word - desire. Up until today, I've been doing all of the above in survival mode, just trying to keep from falling (read: failing). I've been doing it all without any true desire or passion. And guess what? I fell (read: failed)...hard! I made the above treasury to remind myself (and others) that within the darkness there is light and color. So...how do you stay motivated? What keeps you from falling?Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-53746955143096473082011-05-11T13:49:00.000-04:002011-05-11T13:49:30.846-04:00"Athena"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJWudSsY72t6zznkX6eLAaD_PRonsmfovarz1dcc7pXcdYwZR3RcaPSyKDM4Oqd7GUrRjh4IHjyQ1tJocvWYukUp8U1CgfLj4HmaI4QF170bBZqiJQQbDp6YB7rpCL-n8u405cdvhsb5T/s1600/athenapost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJWudSsY72t6zznkX6eLAaD_PRonsmfovarz1dcc7pXcdYwZR3RcaPSyKDM4Oqd7GUrRjh4IHjyQ1tJocvWYukUp8U1CgfLj4HmaI4QF170bBZqiJQQbDp6YB7rpCL-n8u405cdvhsb5T/s320/athenapost.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
...or Mikey to those of us who know and love her. And believe me, to know Mikey is to love her. As with <a href="http://tyramadesimple.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackie.html">Jackie</a>, I met Mikey in college. We were both communications majors, so we had a few classes together (we were also on the yearbook staff, but we ditched the staff photo... in the yearbook). My undergraduate college was short on African American students, which often meant she and I were the only two pepper flakes in class. Naturally, we were friendly, but I never thought we would be friends. Like these earrings, Mikey is a true Gemini and all brass. Although the pitch of her voice - cute and some what shrill - is not intimidating and her stature - little - won't make you shake in your boots, Mikey was, and is, tough. Back then, she said what she felt to whomever needed to hear it, and I didn't think our personalities would gel. When we became roommates the following year, I realized my assumptions were wrong. Underneath the toughness, I found a funny, smart, introspective, loyal friend who was capable, at times, of an unnerving sweetness. Add Jackie and Monica (more on her later), and my senior year of college is still one of the greatest times of my life.<br />
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Mikey and I are still friends. While we have seen each other through a lot of life changes, there was a period when I was too selfish to allow her to be a real support to me at a difficult time, which almost ruined our friendship (long story). I used to pride myself on being the strong one - putting aside my issues or problems to be fully available to my friends or never discussing things that were bothering me. Mikey has taught me that the best friendships involve an even exchange of strength and vulnerability. Vulnerability allows your friends to connect to you on a deeper level, to empathize greater. She taught me that if you are not being vulnerable with those closest to you, then you are not really being your full self, which short changes everyone involved. As I stated above, "Athena" is tough and can endure just about anything. But don't let the toughness fool you :-)<br />
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We met in college almost twenty years ago. When we first met, I made it my business to say something mean or roll my eyes at her every time she spoke or walked in the room. Then, my reasons were that I felt she was silly or annoying or naive. After all, I was a big time college junior, and she was a mere freshman who seemed to laugh at everything and talk to everyone. In retrospect, I can admit that I was jealous. Unlike me, she wasn't hesitant or reserved around strangers. She didn't shrink or second guess herself, and she wasn't the type to brood. At that age, she was innately confident in ways that I still struggle with. That is one of the things I love and admire about her. Later, she told me that despite my early rudeness, she knew we were going to be friends. Although my senior year would have been miserable without her (and two other girls, one of which I will write about shortly), the moment that told me we would be friends forever happened after I graduated.<br />
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To make a long story short, I started my post graduate life in Charlotte, where we went to college, with an apartment, a roommate, and a really cool internship in television news (certainly a story for another post). I ended it with nothing but the things in my bedroom in a two-bedroom apartment after my roommate moved out with every thing else (literally, me, my clothes, and my bedroom furnishings with no living room or kitchen necessities; an even greater story for another post). Jackie was still in school but working during Christmas break. She had a few weeks to spare before going home to West Virginia and needed some where to stay off campus. I also had a few weeks left before my parents would drive up to take me back home to Georgia. Though I tried to talk her out of it, She opted to stay with me in my embarrassing, pitiful situation. I had a pretty sizable closet, and she made a pallet in that closet and slept there as if was the grandest hotel. That's a real friend, and I am confident in saying that. Jackie is sweet and sassy, stylish and classic, delicate and strong.<br />
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</div>Have you ever met someone so genuinely sweet and kind that she makes you want to do some soul searching? I'm talking about a person who asks questions that others asks out of feigned politeness, like "Have some?" or "Do you need anything?," but she really means what those questions imply? That's my sister-in-law, Jennifer. Graciousness and generosity must be attached to her DNA because she practices both of them the way the rest of us put food in our mouths - often and without complaint. She was just raised right, you know. Jenn is sweet, feminine, and strong (not to mention, the best thing to ever happen to my brother).<br />
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My niece. The oldest of my brother's children. When she was born, I was a fifteen year old, nerdy high school sophomore who was into musicals and "21 Jump Street" (yes, I'm that old). That didn't stop fate from temporarily moving her crib into my teenage bedroom and waking me up for early morning feedings and diaper changes before I got myself ready for Homeroom. For various stretches throughout her formative years (and beyond), she lived with my parents and me, and I got to watch this adorable baby develop as babies do - potty training, learning to speak, walking. I was fascinated and completely in love. Because I was such a kid myself at the time, watching her grow felt more like watching my little sister grow.<br />
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That little baby is now a young woman struggling through her 20s. Though she has had her share of hardships, she has a strength of will I only wish I had at her age (and truthfully, at my age). She has a long way to go, but through it all she is...fun, a little edgy, a little girly, and always makes a statement (click on highlighted descriptions for Etsy listing).<br />
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I love earrings. Honestly, love might be an understatement. I love them big and, whenever possible, shoulder dusting. I don't wear make-up, and I turned my back on the hair salon a long time ago. So, every day, after I've showered, brushed my teeth (and my hair), and gotten dressed, I look through my stash for the right pair of earrings to pull every thing together. There are pairs that I hold as favorites and wear most often, some that I haven't worn in a long time but wouldn't think of parting with, others that I have acquired fairly recently and added to my regular rotation. All of my earrings, self-made or otherwise, are dear to me. Sort of like my family or closest girlfriends. <br />
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The truth is, the majority of the people I hold near and dear are far away. While I'm not saying that having my earrings around makes up for this fact, I have decided to combine my love for earrings with my love for the wonderful women who are my family and those who may as well be family. In my Etsy shop, I've changed the names of my "made to order" earrings to reflect these women, and I will reveal them one by one. Today, I introduce you to "Peggy" (or as my brother and I know her, Mama). She is strong, resilient, and conservative to a point. She is someone you can count on when you need someone to count on. Though she is a no-nonsense kind of woman, she has just the right amount of tempered, unfussy sweetness (click on each highlighted color below for the Etsy listing).<br />
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...wins the race as the saying goes. Lord knows, if that's true, then I must be inches away from the finish line. Slow and steady is about the best I can do right now. These ladies - <a href="http://flygirls.typepad.com/fly/2011/04/yoooo-flys-back.html">Andrea of Fly,</a> <a href="http://www.taragentile.com/change/">Tara Gentile</a>, and <a href="http://createasfolk.com/?p=1149">Laura of Creative as Folk</a> - reminded me that the best I can do is all I really need to do. Stay tuned...Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-72531313686390047632011-04-12T17:13:00.000-04:002011-04-12T17:13:56.943-04:00Love The One You're With.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/pages/5-Boroughs-Team-on-Etsy/166889700028234">5 Boroughs Team</a> buddies and I are selling for Japan relief. By purchasing the items in these treasuries, you can help us donate much needed money to several charities involved in the effort to help Japan through an increasingly terrible tragedy. Some of our members have already donated part if not all of their revenue from multiple items in their shops. Please help us give more. We thank you.Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188514330257960050.post-20949554514233299982011-03-30T16:34:00.004-04:002011-03-30T16:37:56.061-04:00Studio Tour...Sort OfI live in New York City. This...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rwcicVY6JolKnPqBP2GVC77j7iNY-jph44-Pz_T3W0_LnT6Zzr1sbl6JXz8ZHw9j9MeZMw6vSHMRIiDiRximOgPw-uR1VbydubsL3padtiCBHDctd7eNIfyOFO1M4nH72Iwt8pYgR2FP/s1600/studiophoto6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rwcicVY6JolKnPqBP2GVC77j7iNY-jph44-Pz_T3W0_LnT6Zzr1sbl6JXz8ZHw9j9MeZMw6vSHMRIiDiRximOgPw-uR1VbydubsL3padtiCBHDctd7eNIfyOFO1M4nH72Iwt8pYgR2FP/s320/studiophoto6.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These fabric trays were my attempt at "branding."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>What's not pictured, is my set up for taking shop photos , but it's not that interesting a space (and a girl needs to retain some mystery)! By the way, that's a copy of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0810996030/?tag=wwwpsimadethi-20">Erica Domesek's P.S. I Made This</a> on my work table. She has some great projects for sprucing up household items. Anyway, how have others of you carved out a work area in a small living space?Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16121565056900094145noreply@blogger.com1