Had a special meeting with these pirates last night. More details to come!
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
How THPM Came to Be
Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas was founded in July 2011 when my daughter Stella was 7 months old. The mom groups i joined trying to meet other mothers was a disappointing and discouraging experience, so i went online to meetup.com and started my own. In the description was, "For out-of-the-box unconventional renegade moms who aren't afraid to speak their minds and be themselves."
After a year or so I started the THPM facebook group for moms from all over, not just in the Dallas area, to come together. As more women found a safe place to be open where their children were involved too, the group became larger. My friends started asking to run groups in their own cities.
My friend and fellow hippie pirate mom Chrissy helped launch our second branch in San Antonio. She is the organizer of that branch. Their group is about 50 members strong and just celebrated one year together.
Colorado came about 6 months after San Antonio kicked off, when SA member Tauri relocated to Denver. A few months later, my good friend and co-organizer for the Dallas group also moved to Colorado Springs, so the two formed a north and south Denver branch. It helped to have Texas girl Shannan in the area since she originally started with the Dallas group. Each of them stayed true to the THPM vision.
Next came Austin, organized by my friends Danielle and Cassie.
Danielle moved to her home state of New York in summer 2013 and we started the NY branch last week.
In between that time, I kicked off a THPM branch in Missouri, Corpus Christi, and California.
After the story on Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas ran in Daily Mail Online last week, i teamed up with amazing women to form branches in Florida, Wyoming, and the DC metro area. Oh, and London -- the branch there is just a baby and will need to take time to grow.
Who would have known a search for moms would turn into a worldwide movement? Definitely not me.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
College: Is It Really Worth It?
College loans are a huge topic in today's news, and there are so many thoughts about it I wanted to write a blog to address it.
My mom raised my sister and I while working two jobs and going to college for her bachelor's degree in education. I was in my second or third year of my professional journalism career before my mom earned her degree -- she was 40. The paper the day she graduated had a huge celebratory ad (designed by me) for her accomplishment. She is the best special education teacher and coordinator I've ever met and she is fantastic at her job. My dad was very successful as a contractor and builder, then as a restaurant and antique store owner, and now as a rustic furniture designer and top Visalus person.
My husband and myself attended a year of college but never finished. Both of us jumped right into our chosen arts careers of graphic arts and journalism before our friends had even graduated college, and neither of us suffered from the stress of school loans for more than a few years. The day I paid mine off was a celebratory moment! Both of his parents attended school and are in law enforcement as a detective and sheriff and love their jobs.
Every mother wants their child to have a better education than themselves. Every parent wants their child to succeed. But it is worth having $40,000 to $80,000 in college loans following you the rest of your life? We are going to teach our children if they want to go to school, they have to earn good grades and get a scholarship because we cannot and will not pay for it. It will be a choice they make and follow through with on their own, not because we push them. All we can do is teach them about choices, money, and guide them toward the future using their talents and hope they make the right decisions.
My mom raised my sister and I while working two jobs and going to college for her bachelor's degree in education. I was in my second or third year of my professional journalism career before my mom earned her degree -- she was 40. The paper the day she graduated had a huge celebratory ad (designed by me) for her accomplishment. She is the best special education teacher and coordinator I've ever met and she is fantastic at her job. My dad was very successful as a contractor and builder, then as a restaurant and antique store owner, and now as a rustic furniture designer and top Visalus person.
My husband and myself attended a year of college but never finished. Both of us jumped right into our chosen arts careers of graphic arts and journalism before our friends had even graduated college, and neither of us suffered from the stress of school loans for more than a few years. The day I paid mine off was a celebratory moment! Both of his parents attended school and are in law enforcement as a detective and sheriff and love their jobs.
Every mother wants their child to have a better education than themselves. Every parent wants their child to succeed. But it is worth having $40,000 to $80,000 in college loans following you the rest of your life? We are going to teach our children if they want to go to school, they have to earn good grades and get a scholarship because we cannot and will not pay for it. It will be a choice they make and follow through with on their own, not because we push them. All we can do is teach them about choices, money, and guide them toward the future using their talents and hope they make the right decisions.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Guest Post: I Am A Woman
As the organizer of Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas, I have the opportunity to meet many amazing, unique, strong, powerful, positive women, many of whom I gett o know on a personal level while sharing stories or crying through hardships. All of us are living our lives, drifting down or powering through them with zeal and ambition, keeping our fingers crossed that the next day will continue to bring happiness. This week one of these amazing women had to face a choice that no married mother ever wants to face... so when she asked me to share her story, there was no hesitation. Life is real. And sometimes reality is so surreal you're not sure it's truly happening. This is her story.
My Abortion Experience
I am a registered voter. I am a responsible adult. I have a college degree. I don't sleep around. I own my own home. I pay my taxes. I am a parent.
My husband and I have been married for 10 years this May. We have 2 beautiful children together, in addition to his 2 older sons. After the birth of our daughter, his 4th child at 32 years old, my husband
decided to have a vasectomy. 4 children is plenty, especially considering one is a teenager, one is special needs who lives 500 miles away with his mother, and the younger 2 still require almost constant care.
I intended, at my post partum OB visit, to be fitted with an IUD. I chickened out at the last minute. I knew my husband would be getting the vasectomy regardless, so I wasn't concerned. Surgery time came and
went, but recovery was long and painful. He went back for a follow up sperm count after a predetermined amount of time, and was found to have zero sperm. Hooray! No more condoms, no more worrying; we were free.
Fast forward to the present. We have a 17 year old, a 5 year old, and an almost 2 year old. Suddenly, "surprise!", and I'm 5 days late. Holy shit, what do I do? I knew I was late on Sunday night, and planned to
take a pregnancy test in the morning when any hormones in my urine would be most concentrated. Coincidentally, I woke at 4am. I REALLY had to pee. BAM, before you know it, 2 little pink life changing
lines. Monday was my husband's first day back at work after 6 days off visiting my stepson. I knew he needed to have his head in the game at the office, so I kept the pregnancy secret all day. I was excited, and
terrified. What do we do? We gave away all of our baby stuff after the VASECTOMY. What would he say? Would he think I cheated? I did my research and learned that, although rare, vasectomies can fail. I set
up a cute surprise to tell him, thinking he would be excited too. Wrong. Instead of excitement, I saw shock. I saw fear. I saw sadness. He has only been at his new job for 4 months, and not entirely sure he likes it. If we have a baby, he has no choice but to stay there. We need a secure income and health insurance. Soon we will have college tuition to think about; where will that money come from? There is only so much Daddy to go around. 4 kids, 1 wife, and 1 difficult job are stretching him pretty thin as it is. Another mouth may just break him. Let's not forget that I DO NOT enjoy being pregnant. How is this all going to work?
I'm 33, married with children. I never thought we would be considering abortion again. Yes, again. We were 19 and 20. Stupid, careless, it's a wonder we didn't wind up with an unplanned pregnancy sooner. Our
relationship was young, we knew it was the wrong time for a baby. We set it up, ended it, and moved on. 14 years later, here we are again. It's easy to decide to terminate a pregnancy when you've never been
pregnant before, when you've never held your newborn child for the first time, when you've never felt your toddler's arms wrapped around your neck. It's a much harder choice when you know exactly what you're turning down. On the other side of the same coin, it is a little easier to say NO! to a dozen diapers a day, surprise spit up, sleepless nights, and not showering. It's also becomes very easy to say no to postpartum
depression. What's really difficult is killing the idea of having another baby. This magical, romantic idea that we get the second we see those two lines is crippling. The pain I felt when we decided it's best for our family to end the pregnancy was the same pain I felt when I had a miscarriage at 11weeks. Not much of a human baby at that point, but the death of a dream is heart wrenching.
I was given two different options to end this pregnancy, each with its own risks and benefits. Medical abortion is easy. You take a pill in the office, then follow that up with pills at home. It feels more like
a natural miscarriage. You will pass all the tissue at home; it seems more personal. The other option is surgical abortion, or D & C (dilation and curettage). With this method, you are given IV sedation
and local anesthesia. The doctor dilates the cervix and removes all the unwanted tissue while you are there in the office. It's more invasive, but it's finished right then. You don't need to go home to cramp and bleed all over the place, or see what you've passed. I know I would want to look. At first, I was all for the more passive route of medical abortion. As I sat down, reading through my various consent forms, I tearfully remembered how I learned during my miscarriage in 2009 not to be coerced into sacrificing the family I have for a family member that is still beginning to develop. I regret weaning my son early at 16 months per the suggestion of my well meaning doctor and my clueless husband only to lose the pregnancy I sacrificed for. My 22 month old is still nursing, and I just couldn't stomach the idea of her ingesting cytotoxic chemotherapy drugs via my milk. Thus, I decided that, while scarier and much more invasive, surgical abortion would be my only option. Yes, I am completely ok with my daughter ingesting low amounts of narcotic. I also drink coffee and alcohol while nursing, and my husband and I are comfortable with these decisions. I am not ok with my daughter ingesting "probably ok" drugs for the sake of my own convenience. Of course, none of the above would be ideal, but we play the hand we're dealt.
In the course of five days, I have gone from not pregnant to pregnant back to not pregnant. I know I have experienced every emotion in the book. Do I regret my decision to end this incredibly unplanned
pregnancy? No. It sucks, and is a very expensive mistake, but it is our mistake. It is my life and my family. With the assistance of some great friends, some even better drugs, and the support of my husband,
I made it through this week. I'm a little bruised, but not broken. I am an adult. I am a parent. I am a woman.
My Abortion Experience
I am a registered voter. I am a responsible adult. I have a college degree. I don't sleep around. I own my own home. I pay my taxes. I am a parent.
My husband and I have been married for 10 years this May. We have 2 beautiful children together, in addition to his 2 older sons. After the birth of our daughter, his 4th child at 32 years old, my husband
decided to have a vasectomy. 4 children is plenty, especially considering one is a teenager, one is special needs who lives 500 miles away with his mother, and the younger 2 still require almost constant care.
I intended, at my post partum OB visit, to be fitted with an IUD. I chickened out at the last minute. I knew my husband would be getting the vasectomy regardless, so I wasn't concerned. Surgery time came and
went, but recovery was long and painful. He went back for a follow up sperm count after a predetermined amount of time, and was found to have zero sperm. Hooray! No more condoms, no more worrying; we were free.
Fast forward to the present. We have a 17 year old, a 5 year old, and an almost 2 year old. Suddenly, "surprise!", and I'm 5 days late. Holy shit, what do I do? I knew I was late on Sunday night, and planned to
take a pregnancy test in the morning when any hormones in my urine would be most concentrated. Coincidentally, I woke at 4am. I REALLY had to pee. BAM, before you know it, 2 little pink life changing
lines. Monday was my husband's first day back at work after 6 days off visiting my stepson. I knew he needed to have his head in the game at the office, so I kept the pregnancy secret all day. I was excited, and
terrified. What do we do? We gave away all of our baby stuff after the VASECTOMY. What would he say? Would he think I cheated? I did my research and learned that, although rare, vasectomies can fail. I set
up a cute surprise to tell him, thinking he would be excited too. Wrong. Instead of excitement, I saw shock. I saw fear. I saw sadness. He has only been at his new job for 4 months, and not entirely sure he likes it. If we have a baby, he has no choice but to stay there. We need a secure income and health insurance. Soon we will have college tuition to think about; where will that money come from? There is only so much Daddy to go around. 4 kids, 1 wife, and 1 difficult job are stretching him pretty thin as it is. Another mouth may just break him. Let's not forget that I DO NOT enjoy being pregnant. How is this all going to work?
I'm 33, married with children. I never thought we would be considering abortion again. Yes, again. We were 19 and 20. Stupid, careless, it's a wonder we didn't wind up with an unplanned pregnancy sooner. Our
relationship was young, we knew it was the wrong time for a baby. We set it up, ended it, and moved on. 14 years later, here we are again. It's easy to decide to terminate a pregnancy when you've never been
pregnant before, when you've never held your newborn child for the first time, when you've never felt your toddler's arms wrapped around your neck. It's a much harder choice when you know exactly what you're turning down. On the other side of the same coin, it is a little easier to say NO! to a dozen diapers a day, surprise spit up, sleepless nights, and not showering. It's also becomes very easy to say no to postpartum
depression. What's really difficult is killing the idea of having another baby. This magical, romantic idea that we get the second we see those two lines is crippling. The pain I felt when we decided it's best for our family to end the pregnancy was the same pain I felt when I had a miscarriage at 11weeks. Not much of a human baby at that point, but the death of a dream is heart wrenching.
I was given two different options to end this pregnancy, each with its own risks and benefits. Medical abortion is easy. You take a pill in the office, then follow that up with pills at home. It feels more like
a natural miscarriage. You will pass all the tissue at home; it seems more personal. The other option is surgical abortion, or D & C (dilation and curettage). With this method, you are given IV sedation
and local anesthesia. The doctor dilates the cervix and removes all the unwanted tissue while you are there in the office. It's more invasive, but it's finished right then. You don't need to go home to cramp and bleed all over the place, or see what you've passed. I know I would want to look. At first, I was all for the more passive route of medical abortion. As I sat down, reading through my various consent forms, I tearfully remembered how I learned during my miscarriage in 2009 not to be coerced into sacrificing the family I have for a family member that is still beginning to develop. I regret weaning my son early at 16 months per the suggestion of my well meaning doctor and my clueless husband only to lose the pregnancy I sacrificed for. My 22 month old is still nursing, and I just couldn't stomach the idea of her ingesting cytotoxic chemotherapy drugs via my milk. Thus, I decided that, while scarier and much more invasive, surgical abortion would be my only option. Yes, I am completely ok with my daughter ingesting low amounts of narcotic. I also drink coffee and alcohol while nursing, and my husband and I are comfortable with these decisions. I am not ok with my daughter ingesting "probably ok" drugs for the sake of my own convenience. Of course, none of the above would be ideal, but we play the hand we're dealt.
In the course of five days, I have gone from not pregnant to pregnant back to not pregnant. I know I have experienced every emotion in the book. Do I regret my decision to end this incredibly unplanned
pregnancy? No. It sucks, and is a very expensive mistake, but it is our mistake. It is my life and my family. With the assistance of some great friends, some even better drugs, and the support of my husband,
I made it through this week. I'm a little bruised, but not broken. I am an adult. I am a parent. I am a woman.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Favorite: Looks I Love
So how many of you haven't jumped on that Pinterest bandwagon yet? It took a while, but it sucked me in and that site takes up way too much of my time... but hey, it's a nice break from cartoons and playing cars!
Here are some of my favorite looks pinned.
Here are some of my favorite looks pinned.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
365 Days: Closet Remix
For a while now I've been putting together outfits in my closet, but they get lost in the swampland that is my closet. Last week I decided to take advantage of my husband's sad empty rack and place my outfits front, top and center in the closet. Here's what I came up with.
I thought I'd show you a few of the outfits I put together. A few of them have been worn already, and the rest are waiting on me. Now I need to add more. :)
I thought I'd show you a few of the outfits I put together. A few of them have been worn already, and the rest are waiting on me. Now I need to add more. :)
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| Holiday look: Pinstriped pants from Ross, shiny top from Vanity, and sequined cardi from Old Navy. |
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| Simple black jumper dress with a black dolman sleeved top over it.. |
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| 365: Black tunic with green boyfriend cardi.. worn with black leggings and boots! |
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| 365: Plaid H&M tunic paired with Old Navy striped cardigan, worn with grey leggings and black boots! |
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| This is a short sundress from Abercrombie (swapped) and a GAP denim jacket (swapped). |
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| Seriously cute dress from my friend Aubrey during her Peace Corps trip, paired with a denim jacket from Ross. |
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| 365: I love this green dress from Francesca's but I hate the way the top fits on me, so instead of this black cardigan, I ended up throwing on a lightweight black long-sleeved top from Old Navy with a ruffle detail around the neck and paired it with my black boots. Compliments galore! |
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| I wanted to wear this white vintage sundress with this gorgeous suede blazer, but it just didn't look right with the boots I tried on, so I quickly changed out of it before Cole's teacher conference. I'll have to try it again with different shoes. |
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| See how cute the pairing is? |
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| I'm waiting to wear this gorgeous Izod sweater and vintage dress... it's suddenly 90 degrees again here. :( |
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| Another one I'm waiting on.. Bought this blazer from Etsy last fall and will pair it with a navy cardigan from Old Navy and jeans. Super cool casual look. |
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| Oh how I love me some vintage. This jacket is from a thrift store (purple, cropped suede with great shoulders) paired with a vintage top gifted from my mother-in-law. I believe it's Gunne Sax. |
Monday, November 12, 2012
365: Day 17
A little sweet bird from Ohio told me to try taking my own photos, so last night my husband showed me the glorious timer button on his camera. It's cold today so I put on a cardigan set, jeans and a scarf with my new boots. No, I have no idea what that purple thing is in the background behind me.. That's what happens when toddlers take over your backyard.
Like my makeshift tripod? It's the barbeque grill, hence the bush in front of me. Woot.
Since you can't see my boots, here they are:
Now, this is only my first try here, Jessica, so don't be disappointed. ;) What do you think about me in the outfits instead of just the outfits by themselves?
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| cardi set: Old Navy, jeans: Target; Boots: DSW; scarf: boutique |
Since you can't see my boots, here they are:
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Not For the Faint of Heart
Warning: This blog is about miscarriage and may contain graphic sentences you don't want to envision. If that bothers you, please stop reading now.
On Wednesday morning, I woke up and took Cole to school. Since I'd been feeling a little off, I stopped at CVS and ran home to take a pregnancy test before meeting for a play date at the park. I popped those two pee sticks in the car to 'think' and five minutes down the road, this is what I found:
I went into the park, saw the pirate mommas, and eventually spilled my news like I was talking about some stranger... After two miscarriages, you tend to get a little distant from your pregnancies during the early stages in case it doesn't end up resulting in a baby. On Thursday night I had coffee with fellow pirate Emily and came home feeling excited. I started thinking maybe this one will stick, maybe this one is meant to be, maybe Cole and Stella are meant to have a little brother or sister. I already had a name chosen (Everley Mae or Asher Miles from our previous name choices)...
At 3 am Friday morning, I woke up to pee and had some slight bleeding. At 8 am, I woke up covered in blood and immediately freaked out. Shaking and crying hysterically in the bathroom, the miscarriage started as soon as I sat down on the toilet. I cried even harder and tried to wipe the blood off of myself, until finally giving in and moving blindly toward the shower running, where I knew my husband would be. I climbed in the shower and shook, holding him and howling hysterically because we had just lost another baby.
Since then, I have been resting and trying to keep my thoughts in check. Kevin is taking care of the kids and making sure I get enough to eat and drink.
My first miscarriage happened when Cole was 7 months old. It was a blighted ovum, where my body thinks I'm pregnant and a gestational sac grows, but no baby grows inside it. That really made us want to try for another baby, which resulted in Stella being born in December 2010.
My second miscarriage occurred in April 2012, without my knowledge. After missing my period and getting a positive test, I started the next morning and got a negative test. The ultrasound established the pregnancy had been on my left side and had occurred so early on that I wouldn't have even known if I wasn't so aware of my body.
This time, I knew I was pregnant and was hopeful, but it didn't take. Blood tests showed my progesterone levels were low, making the uterus lining unable to carry the pregnancy. Most likely, this was the case in the April miscarriage, too.
So here I sit, on my third miscarriage with two beautiful babies I am able to hold in my arms to get me through this. I am so grateful for their love and the support of my husband and amazing women who have been there, or haven't been there and just want to show their love and support.
Miscarriage is something no one ever talks about; why shouldn't we? Isn't it better to know we're not alone than to suffer through it in silence?
On Wednesday morning, I woke up and took Cole to school. Since I'd been feeling a little off, I stopped at CVS and ran home to take a pregnancy test before meeting for a play date at the park. I popped those two pee sticks in the car to 'think' and five minutes down the road, this is what I found:
I went into the park, saw the pirate mommas, and eventually spilled my news like I was talking about some stranger... After two miscarriages, you tend to get a little distant from your pregnancies during the early stages in case it doesn't end up resulting in a baby. On Thursday night I had coffee with fellow pirate Emily and came home feeling excited. I started thinking maybe this one will stick, maybe this one is meant to be, maybe Cole and Stella are meant to have a little brother or sister. I already had a name chosen (Everley Mae or Asher Miles from our previous name choices)...
At 3 am Friday morning, I woke up to pee and had some slight bleeding. At 8 am, I woke up covered in blood and immediately freaked out. Shaking and crying hysterically in the bathroom, the miscarriage started as soon as I sat down on the toilet. I cried even harder and tried to wipe the blood off of myself, until finally giving in and moving blindly toward the shower running, where I knew my husband would be. I climbed in the shower and shook, holding him and howling hysterically because we had just lost another baby.
Since then, I have been resting and trying to keep my thoughts in check. Kevin is taking care of the kids and making sure I get enough to eat and drink.
My first miscarriage happened when Cole was 7 months old. It was a blighted ovum, where my body thinks I'm pregnant and a gestational sac grows, but no baby grows inside it. That really made us want to try for another baby, which resulted in Stella being born in December 2010.
My second miscarriage occurred in April 2012, without my knowledge. After missing my period and getting a positive test, I started the next morning and got a negative test. The ultrasound established the pregnancy had been on my left side and had occurred so early on that I wouldn't have even known if I wasn't so aware of my body.
This time, I knew I was pregnant and was hopeful, but it didn't take. Blood tests showed my progesterone levels were low, making the uterus lining unable to carry the pregnancy. Most likely, this was the case in the April miscarriage, too.
So here I sit, on my third miscarriage with two beautiful babies I am able to hold in my arms to get me through this. I am so grateful for their love and the support of my husband and amazing women who have been there, or haven't been there and just want to show their love and support.
Miscarriage is something no one ever talks about; why shouldn't we? Isn't it better to know we're not alone than to suffer through it in silence?
Friday, September 7, 2012
Bathtime: A Poem
The kids giggle in the bath,
the sounds of running water soothing
today's headache
and I have become my mother,
sitting in the next room
smoking cheap cigarettes
in my few seconds of free time
between taking care of babies
and taking care of business.
I never planned to have kids.
It just happened,
like everything 'just happens,'
and here we are almost four years later
with two pairs of blue eyes staring up
at me
to be their guide, their light, their
strength,
their mother.
*
Monday, August 27, 2012
Drastic Hair Change
Here is what my hair has looked like in the past, so this is a drastic change for me.
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| this is my favorite pixie cut |
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| the straight, plain boring hair |
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| trying to spice up the plain, boring growing-out hair |
What do you think, my friends?
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
More Than Words
It is a very silent day today... perhaps because the kids are both sick, or that Stella is napping so it's especially quiet.. but overall, I haven't said much. So today's blog will be things that say more than I can with words. I'll let the images speak for themselves.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Good & The Bad
Today my kids were in tag-team mode. From this morning until right before bedtime, they managed to play in toilet water, sneak into the dog's water bowl to have a second splash party, broke one of dad's prized possessions, dropped my birth control pills in the toilet, spread an entire box of chickadees (cheap goldfish) and Life cereal all over the kitchen floor, take all of the dirty clothes out of the laundry basket and spread them across the bedroom floor, feed the dogs their dinner, and threw water cups across the room.
And I got yelled at for not being a good enough housewife. Okay, well, I kind of got grilled by my hubby about smoking in the new car and how it smells like spoiled milk already... so I drove to the corner store and bought cigarettes. Right after I cleaned out the car.
So I should be writing about the third day's shoot and how fabulous everything went, but I'll leave that for a happier post. ;)
And I got yelled at for not being a good enough housewife. Okay, well, I kind of got grilled by my hubby about smoking in the new car and how it smells like spoiled milk already... so I drove to the corner store and bought cigarettes. Right after I cleaned out the car.
So I should be writing about the third day's shoot and how fabulous everything went, but I'll leave that for a happier post. ;)
Sunday, July 22, 2012
I Feel Symmetrical Again.
Yesterday we spent the entire day at my BFF Michelle and her hubby's for a tattoo party. Our good friend Derrick arrived about 1 pm and tattooed almost until midnight, the rock star.
Here's my latest addition:
Michelle and Jerrime both got outlines for new pieces:
Here's my latest addition:
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A
compass rose, sometimes called a windrose, is a figure on a compass,
map, nautical chart or monument used to display the orientation of the
cardinal directions — North, East, South and West - and their
intermediate points. Older sources sometimes
use the term "compass star", or stella maris ("star of the sea"), to
refer to the compass rose. Compass rose tattoos have been around for
hundreds of years. For most of that time, this design was the domain of
sailors who wore their tats for a number of reasons. Among the most
prominent, seamen believed that a compass rose tat would bring them good
luck and ensure that they made it back to shore alive.
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Michelle and Jerrime both got outlines for new pieces:
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| Swallow with ovarian cancer ribbon |
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| Baby crawling. Symbolizes life and it's journey. |
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| Barking Dog (covered up the initials I'd had there for 28yrs). Then the light bulb was added to symbolize my idealism, bright ideas, putting 'light' on every situation. Ha |
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Calendar Girls, final version.
We've pinned down a date, photographer and stylist for the Tattooed Hippie Pirate Mommas calendar! So very exciting. My friend and fellow momma Erin is helping produce the shoot, as she had the contacts. And contacts they are! Stewart Cohen has some amazing work, and Barri Martin has dressed the band Blue October and many other famous names.
The calendar will feature a pin-up type look that shows off each girl's personality. We have three pregnant tattooed mommas, some heavily tattooed mommas with modeling experience, and a few adorable hippie mommas without tattoos. Each girl is beautiful and Stewart will capture their personalities in each photo, which will surely produce breathtaking photography.
I'm very happy with the turnout and the excitement for the project. Did I mention everyone is volunteering their time? Proceeds from the calendar will benefit a battered women's shelter yet to be named. So, here is the final lineup of girls!
The calendar will feature a pin-up type look that shows off each girl's personality. We have three pregnant tattooed mommas, some heavily tattooed mommas with modeling experience, and a few adorable hippie mommas without tattoos. Each girl is beautiful and Stewart will capture their personalities in each photo, which will surely produce breathtaking photography.
I'm very happy with the turnout and the excitement for the project. Did I mention everyone is volunteering their time? Proceeds from the calendar will benefit a battered women's shelter yet to be named. So, here is the final lineup of girls!
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| Kendra from Dallas |
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| Cassie from Austin |
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| Leisha from Dallas |
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| Suza from Dallas |
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| Ruby Soho from Dallas |
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| Dawn from Dallas |
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| myself |
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| Bekah from DC |
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| Skye from Dallas |
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| Stephanie from Denton |
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| Brook from Denton |
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| Amanda from Dallas |
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| Laci from Dallas |
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| Azure from Dallas |
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| Kate from Arlington |
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| Samantha from Denton |
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