I don't know who reads this, but:

One of my best friends is down to the wire to raise just $1400 to free a shipping container full of art that has been stuck in Austrian purgatory. I am offering my services to help. Please read blog entry linked ABOVE.
If you donate just $25.00, I will personally craft you a reasonably sized hand knit item (headband, bow, scarf, etc…) of any style/fiber/color OR a cross stitch with a phrase of your choosing in any color available. $25.00 is a REALLY good deal for a personalized, hand crafted item and would make a great gift if you have an impending occasion. Please pass this on to anybody that you think might be interested in this REALLY good deal. E-mail me at “rachaelljensen @ gmail.com” for examples/descriptions of what I’ve made and what I’ll do. Just click Donate in the link I’ve posted above!

Update: Warm Things

Etsy Buy Handmade BloodtoBloom

I have been curating an Etsy shop for a few months now, with little ceremony. (http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodtoBloom) Vintage goods: primarily clothes, shoes, general adornments; and also a few things that I've knit.

I fear I might be bad at it, every article I've posted thus far has felt like an experiment; I've stock piles of things to hock, but have difficulty translating the charm of the item to digital.

Part of the problem is that I model them. I'm unsure of how to hold my face, I move too much, and am particularly unsuited to display a garment as, in life, something gets lost in translation between myself and those whom I am "showing" something to. It would be hard to explain. 

But, between the lighting experiments, and the facial fails during photographing, I've acquired a modest gallery of unsettling self-portraiture that I would really like to do something with- the Something I'm not sure about, a photo album for posterity maybe. All I know is I want this to be my physical legacy. 

  

And this: 

Also it seems like I have to start blogging about stuff that I sell on Etsy if I want anybody to buy it. I am trying.

   

The day after tomorrow I go to Northern Idaho, where my Dad grew.

It looks just like this.

I have a slew of cousins approx. my age there that I have little to no connection with, save Facebook updates. Most of them are married, have children; and either think I'm weird, dull, or put on airs. My grandparents grow increasingly distant.

All the same, I think family reunions are just fine, and I look forward to mashing my feet into the sludge of Lake Coeur D' Alene.

Sometimes I'll be trying to write something lucid for record's sake, to the point, and a stronger phrase will keep repeating itself, just to annoy my process.

Right now it's: "Look at Me" X's 35.

I will make this, somehow.