Amethyst is an artist. She believes in joy, honesty, optimism, activism and inappropriate comments which remind people of baser human connections. She is a wannabe green thumb, digs video games, blogs, diaries, cooking, comic books, the internet, chili-flavored Fritos, turtles, freebies, and cheap outings. She wants to take a cruise, travel more, photograph until she dies, and ride horses again.

If you feel compelled to write, write to Amethystdawn [at gmail dot com].
23 Jun 09
We cannot change our memories, but we can change their meaning and the power they have over us.
— David Seamands (via brokenmachine)
10 Feb 09

Frou-Frou

morning after 2

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This print at my sister’s house makes me giggle. I adore the smokey-text, the disembodied stockinged sexy legs, the exotic kohled eyes flirting to the side. Old timey advertising prints are so pretty.

06 Feb 09

My Valentine

morning after 12

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I can’t commit to Valentine’s Day. Some years I like the holiday, but mostly I don’t for all the same boring reasons people have said before. So, yadda yadda. One thing I always like about Valentine’s season is the word “valentine”. It’s an old-world, Victorian doily name. Which reminds me of a time I went through a Victorian-loving phase in which I collected all the pink and red roses, cut-out paper cards and silk and satin ruffly stuff.

Unlike the wishy washy feeling I have for Valentine’s Day, my respect and love only grows for the man in the picture above, Erik; my husband, my valentine, my best friend. Now, enough of this mushy stuff.

04 Feb 09

Yes, this was posed.

Starting them early.

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This is my nephew. We’re trying to get him programmed for blogging. This way, when he enters kindergarten he can write to the accolades of dozens, “I’m so pumped. I get to play with clay tomorrow!”

23 Jan 09
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