Tag Archives: becca klein

mews-ings

mews-ings

Despite all my rage, I am still just a cat in a cage.

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cause white hair is cool

cause white hair is cool

My grandmother on my dad’s side has pristine white hair. My dad- he has hair the color of flaked coconut. And making it’s royal debut at the ripe old age of 22 in college, was my first WHITE hair.

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i’m dreaming of…

i’m dreaming of…

White Christmas. Not “a” white Christmas mind you, I don’t like the winter, or snow, or shoveling my car, or having numb limbs and a red runny nose, or not being able to wear open toe shoes – I can do without the literal result of the lyric. The movie on the other hand, is a Christmas requirement and long standing family tradition.

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broken by bad

broken by bad

I’m a total scared-y cat wuss.

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pup-petual motion

pup-petual motion

Watching the dog show on Thanksgiving is like watching the red carpet coverage for the Oscars, you never know what kind of elegant, over the top, or worst dressed accoutrement will prance, hover, or cavort into the spotlight.

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8,9,10, jack…rabbit

8,9,10, jack…rabbit

Pllphhlltttt. That was me shuffling a deck of cards.

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a little kiss

a little kiss

The reality of having a place to make all sorts of merchandise with my art on it has me drumming my fingers like Dr.Frankenstein and giggling with glee. Any idea that squirms into my psyche could potentially be a new Tangible!

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an all hallows booking

an all hallows booking

Prank or Prize! See how I thought outside the proverbial sweets box for your festive salute?

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eye candy and tangibles

eye candy and tangibles

What’s staring back at you loyal blog followers (does that make it floggers? I don’t think the world is ready yet for that moniker) is a drawing I did of my dear friend Spike from the most luscious and brilliant of tv shows, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

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fly my pretty, fly

fly my pretty, fly

If I had to guess how many times I put on my plastic sparkly my-first-heels ruby slippers and watched “The Wizard of Oz,” I’d estimate somewhere in the 200 mark from the age of 4 to 8.

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