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March 6, 2021 - Macro close up of tiny flowers at Descanso Gardens in La Canada Flintridge, CA. Photo Shoot with Leticia Hernandez and Ayla Qureshi.
You know me... it's in the family. We're all books worshippers. And I love tiny books. Yesterday, I have received some small books made by an artist from Jerusalem. I had ordered them on Etsy, and they are beautiful!
Nice illustration from Jenny. Her site is at mytinydream.com
2 X 3 pcs/in
5 X 7½ cm
Tiny Telephone
March 19-21, 2012
Daniel = Bass
Finn = Accordian
David = Pedal Steel
Wesley = Guitar and Vocals
Oz = Recording and Mixing
Adam = A Big Ol' Pair of Ears
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Photo Credit: LissaIvy Tiegel
When we first brought Lelu home, she could use my hand as a pillow - so tiny! Now she uses my complete torso...
Under Construction, handmade tiny throws for 'tit Rex Parade.
Float Title - RHODA: The Original Bad Seed
Parade Theme 2015: l’Enfant Terrible
Live.Love.Pet! is a pet grooming salon on 12th Avenue in Kaimuki.
Released book: Tiny Confessions by Christopher Rozzi
Chaffro has improved the upstairs offices at the Raglan Shire Times. I have my own nameplate! I share a desk with Q. I have a blue heart stool and virtual mac. :)
Project 5 - Tiny Tricar (141 prts, 8 clrs, 0 prnts, 12x6x9 stds;) -> For more, please also visit me on Instagram and LEGO IDEAS💡
I'm enjoying my tiny projector - aka projecteo - but already need new wheels.
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - "Tiny Vessels"
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me
Wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave you left a mark
And tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did I that day
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask "Is something wrong?"
I'd think "You're damn right there is."
But we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me [x2]
Desperate for new playthings, and in the attic to finally put away Christmas decorations (Yes it's March! so!?!? They were packed, just not put away) I dug through some boxes of my old toys. Found this tiny hamster set, and KNEW it had to be my next toy of the day. The tiny hamsters (one is in the wheel) are about the size of a thumbnail. It is bordering on vintage, at about 15 years or so old. Taken 3:15:10 Day 16 of my 365 Toy Project, and I want to dedicate it to my little fellow, who (sniff sniff) turned three years old today.