Hey everyone, sorry I've been all MIA for a while. We have our auditions for our fall musical, Grease, coming up on Tuesday and things have been 100% insane with school and drama and work.
And I'm falling behind here... Sad Olivia wishes you would vote for her. Yes she does. *hug*
So it's been a while since I posted a DIY, hasn't it? Never fear. This quick and easy tutorial makes a plain white tee into a fantastical smiley skull face. And it's kind of cute, isn't it? Sort of like Jack Skellington.
1// find a long, loose-fitting white tee shirt. oversize tees are cute too. this one's from Forever 21.
2// sketch the face (I used charcoal but you can use a pencil). don't use sharpie, in case you need to go back and fix something. the eyes should be at your bust, the nose should end at your belly button, and the teeth should be around your hips.
3// cut it out on the lines and ta-da! done and ready for wear over a black tank top (or second black tee, just make sure it doesn't have a higher neckline than the skull shirt, because that always looks weird when a layering tee goes higher than the outermost shirt).
Well, what are you waiting for? It takes less than ten minutes and now I have this great graphic tee that is 100% one-of-a-kind. Shoo.
And show us what you make!
PS: Art class is making me draw a "mechanical being". So I made it a sketchy-looking horse.
But I also added in muscles over the metal, because just a plain clockwork horse is too steampunk for me. (If you look closely, there's tiny cogs and wheels in between the ropes of muscle. And the pupil is one of the little spiky wheel things.) The background will be a dark city street (that's the very rough start of a streetlamp behind the horse) and the foreground will have a beggar or two... it's not my first choice of subject but it's better than the alternative: a view inside our pots-and-pans cabinet. (I know, right?)
I feel like I'd be pretty scared, actually, if I saw this thing. It belongs on a battlefield or something. Metal in general is just scary.
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10 September 2011
11 June 2011
LIFE // how I got nommed by a snake
Knocking off Hyperbole and a Half today and bringing you a badly illustrated (yet hopefully humorous) tale from my childhood.
(you can click on all these to make them bigger.)
It started off with my well-meaning father (at that time with longish hair and beard) attempting to introduce me (at age five/six or so) to the wonderful world of reptiles. I was not afraid of reptiles, but apparently my parents had a tremendous fear of all things Barbie and Princess, so I was raised to play with animals instead.
-----» read more about this tomorrow, with another somewhat-decent comic and a really good explanation of why my personality is so wigged out.
I looked at the snake. I liked the snake. The snake and I were destined to become great friends, I was sure of it. And then — o joy —I held the snake.
The snake was not pleased. It probably knew that in the near future I would be imprisoning its cousins in fish tanks-turned-terrariums.
So it acted.
My dad was not pleased. He probably expected me to burst into tears or fling the snake away or scream bloody murder or something.
I did not.
(you can click on all these to make them bigger.)
It started off with my well-meaning father (at that time with longish hair and beard) attempting to introduce me (at age five/six or so) to the wonderful world of reptiles. I was not afraid of reptiles, but apparently my parents had a tremendous fear of all things Barbie and Princess, so I was raised to play with animals instead.
-----» read more about this tomorrow, with another somewhat-decent comic and a really good explanation of why my personality is so wigged out.
I looked at the snake. I liked the snake. The snake and I were destined to become great friends, I was sure of it. And then — o joy —I held the snake.
The snake was not pleased. It probably knew that in the near future I would be imprisoning its cousins in fish tanks-turned-terrariums.
So it acted.
My dad was not pleased. He probably expected me to burst into tears or fling the snake away or scream bloody murder or something.
I did not.
The End.
ps: in case you were wondering, garter snakes have no teeth. Or fangs. Or venom. Or any of that stuff. So I was not injured and thus not traumatized.
ps: in case you were wondering, garter snakes have no teeth. Or fangs. Or venom. Or any of that stuff. So I was not injured and thus not traumatized.

