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She wasn’t much help but looked good in the glow of the lights!
Just fresh off the press designed t-shirt. Gave it a pop. With the harlequin pattern and the matte sequins. Gives the dull black and white a pop. Designed by M.E.E. Follow on instagram @KomicGeek33
Just fresh off the press designed t-shirt. Gave it a pop. With the harlequin pattern and the matte sequins. Gives the dull black and white a pop. Designed by M.E.E. Follow on instagram @KomicGeek33
Mini coin bags
Joyeuse Saint-Valentin les amis! 108e - Alors pour cette journée spéciale j'ai confectionné un jumper en patch work et une jolie blouse garnis de perles de paillettes et de dentelles. J'ai aussi décoré la maison et l'arbre. #bobinette #costume #desing #patchwork #bead #pearls #paillettes #sequins #jumper #patterns #homemade #marionnette #celebrite #stvalentin #valentines #artproject (à Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ-JRyBpXF1/?utm_medium=tumblr
I actually have somewhat of a story behind mine
As a former gifted kid, I was always told I HAD to succeed. The line between encouragement and pressure was thin. And for a long time, I agreed. I wanted to "go for the gold".
I started questioning this in middle school. After experiencing bullying, crappy teachers and staff vs teachers who were actual saints with shit for support (between lack of funding bc public school and my middle school was a contest of who could suck up to the principal), disruptive classmates (they were annoying, I'll admit that, especially since I really cared about learning, but in hindsight I should've been more understanding), being unessesarily overwhelmed with hw, and just having my eyes opened to the world. I started to really question my education. I fell in love with The Hunger Games and Ray Bradbury in particular, and my parents got me into Star Trek. I got my first smart phone at 13, and got my first real introduction to social media. The older I became, the less I really wanted the gold. I vowed to be glitter instead: flashier, messier, imperfect, brighter, and impossible to get rid of. Glitter became a symbol of my soul and how I was changing and growing and starting to fight against the unfairness around me. I was far from perfect, but it was my mission to stand up to bullying, to call out crappy teachers and supporting ones who actually cared, all with the support of my loving, Karen mom. To be honest, I had a lot of academic elitism and racism that I wasn't even aware of at the time, but my path to redemption and rebellion started when I decided that I wasn't going to take things at face value. My achievements were great, but why couldn't everyone have the same opportunities? And why did all this pressure and extra hw fall onto the smart kids such as myself?
As a way to stand out from the crowd and to outwardly display my discontent for the status quo, I wore the most bizarre outfits I could come up with, many of wich included glitter.
Glitter was also the reason I started questioning my sexuality. Anytime I saw a girl wearing glitter or even just a really cool outfit I felt The Sexual Attraction ™️. Being dense, I litterally thought I was sexuality attracted to glitter lmao.
My feelings of frustration multiplied in high school, as did my love of glitter. Twards the end of high school, I started experiencing my first academic burnout. I had so many feelings of anger, not only to the school system, but myself. The idea that I could be imperfect yet beautiful like glitter helped me through that and encouraged me to push through that. I sought help for my mental health problems, despite my mom's protests. At 18, after the death of my cat (God bless her soul. I miss my baby girl every day), my mom conceded and I finnally got therapy. I finnally felt like I was going uphill.
Then covid happened. That threw a wrench in my mental health. I started off my 4 year college depressed and not even passing. My anger at my family, my schooling, my society, and myself turned into a crushing negativity.
One of the few things that kept me sane enough to survive was glitter. I own several outfits covered in sequins and glitter. Fashion is an art and I was my own audience. If I could sparkle, I had confidence, and hope.
Im still recovering from that low. My grades are still crappy. But my heart has grown so much. I learned so many things I never could have learned in school.
I am a better person than I was in middle school, if a bit more pessimistic. I'm aware of my biases. I'm aware of my impact. I've learned to forgive my shortcomings. I see myself growing into a pile of glitter, and one day, I hope my positive influence spreads far and wide, like that bit of shimmer in the corner of the carpet that no vacuum cleaner can reach. You don't always know where it came from, but you smile when you see it.
I may not always "go for the gold". Many times, gold is simply unattainable.
If I can be a pile of glitter instead, that is more than enough.
i'm curious, if u want rb this with why you chose your url!
I actually have somewhat of a story behind mine
As a former gifted kid, I was always told I HAD to succeed. The line between encouragement and pressure was thin. And for a long time, I agreed. I wanted to "go for the gold".
I started questioning this in middle school. After experiencing bullying, crappy teachers and staff vs teachers who were actual saints with shit for support (between lack of funding bc public school and my middle school was a contest of who could suck up to the principal), disruptive classmates (they were annoying, I'll admit that, especially since I really cared about learning, but in hindsight I should've been more understanding), being unessesarily overwhelmed with hw, and just having my eyes opened to the world. I started to really question my education. I fell in love with The Hunger Games and Ray Bradbury in particular, and my parents got me into Star Trek. I got my first smart phone at 13, and got my first real introduction to social media. The older I became, the less I really wanted the gold. I vowed to be glitter instead: flashier, messier, imperfect, brighter, and impossible to get rid of. Glitter became a symbol of my soul and how I was changing and growing and starting to fight against the unfairness around me. I was far from perfect, but it was my mission to stand up to bullying, to call out crappy teachers and supporting ones who actually cared, all with the support of my loving, Karen mom. To be honest, I had a lot of academic elitism and racism that I wasn't even aware of at the time, but my path to redemption and rebellion started when I decided that I wasn't going to take things at face value. My achievements were great, but why couldn't everyone have the same opportunities? And why did all this pressure and extra hw fall onto the smart kids such as myself?
As a way to stand out from the crowd and to outwardly display my discontent for the status quo, I wore the most bizarre outfits I could come up with, many of wich included glitter.
Glitter was also the reason I started questioning my sexuality. Anytime I saw a girl wearing glitter or even just a really cool outfit I felt The Sexual Attraction ™️. Being dense, I litterally thought I was sexuality attracted to glitter lmao.
My feelings of frustration multiplied in high school, as did my love of glitter. Twards the end of high school, I started experiencing my first academic burnout. I had so many feelings of anger, not only to the school system, but myself. The idea that I could be imperfect yet beautiful like glitter helped me through that and encouraged me to push through that. I sought help for my mental health problems, despite my mom's protests. At 18, after the death of my cat (God bless her soul. I miss my baby girl every day), my mom conceded and I finnally got therapy. I finnally felt like I was going uphill.
Then covid happened. That threw a wrench in my mental health. I started off my 4 year college depressed and not even passing. My anger at my family, my schooling, my society, and myself turned into a crushing negativity.
One of the few things that kept me sane enough to survive was glitter. I own several outfits covered in sequins and glitter. Fashion is an art and I was my own audience. If I could sparkle, I had confidence, and hope.
Im still recovering from that low. My grades are still crappy. But my heart has grown so much. I learned so many things I never could have learned in school.
I am a better person than I was in middle school, if a bit more pessimistic. I'm aware of my biases. I'm aware of my impact. I've learned to forgive my shortcomings. I see myself growing into a pile of glitter, and one day, I hope my positive influence spreads far and wide, like that bit of shimmer in the corner of the carpet that no vacuum cleaner can reach. You don't always know where it came from, but you smile when you see it.
I may not always "go for the gold". Many times, gold is simply unattainable.
If I can be a pile of glitter instead, that is more than enough.
i'm curious, if u want rb this with why you chose your url!
A jewel box of a book ✨ This 19th century French sales sample book contains very thin metal ornaments, made of foil over card. These would have been used like fancy sequins, and adorned everything from cards to clothes! They’re sometimes called Dresdens after the town in Germany where many were made. I know I say this a lot, but this book really floored me 🤩 Part of col. 838 in the Winterthur Library 📚
The fill pattern on one half of the waistcoat is finished! Tonight I’ll work on the other side and the remainder of the embroidery on the second pocket flap, and hopefully have all the embroidery wrapped up by tomorrow. Then it’s on to construction!
Anyone got an idea what to do with a lot (I mean it. There's a lot.) of sequins?
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