For Lovely Miss Carrolsmith :*





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*Omnia Mea Mecum Porto* Necklace


The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.

It is the source of all true art and all science.

He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe,

 is as good as dead:


his eyes are closed.


Greetings From Outer Space


.”There Are No Rules Of Architecture For a Castle In The Clouds”. 

.”There Are No Rules Of Architecture For a Castle In The Clouds”. 

.”There Are No Rules Of Architecture For a Castle In The Clouds”. 

.”There Are No Rules Of Architecture For a Castle In The Clouds”. 

.”There Are No Rules Of Architecture For a Castle In The Clouds”. 

/// Pimp My Longbabe! /// (My Doomie is Alive!)

Let There Be Light!!

My Longbabe is like a small pocket (Sport Billy) car to me.

I can take it everywhere, It can take me anywhere 🙂

I can park  It anywhere and I can just put it back in my pocket when I arrive at my destination 🙂

To make It more like a real pocket toy car

I decided to give It some light(s) 🙂

I needed:

 set of  Risers

 Light Emitting Diode LED


 simple switch


 (Insulating tape)

I  carved out  the plastic from certain areas of the riser to create a  small room for the leds, wiring, switch and batteries

Make sure you are carving out the correct side for which way you want the leds to face  

and make sure that your connections are strong!

You did It!

now, put it on your board!

 if your hardware isn*t long enough for a riser then go pick some up at the local hardware store.

 That was Cheap and Easy, right? 🙂

😀 It*s Alive! 😀

the only thing that is still lacks is a brain!


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and…unrelated to the topic…. 🙂

I was thinking about it while I was Pimping my Doomie 🙂


Think about It!



Tilting at Windmills (Moody Hair)

Tilting at windmills is an English idom which means attacking imaginary enemies or fighting unwinnable battles.

The phrase is sometimes used to describe confrontations where adversaries are incorrectly perceived, or courses of action that are based on misinterpreted or misapplied heroic, romantic or idealistic justifications.

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They captured me! The little ones! Plastic! Multicolored!

          They were dazzlingly turning in the wind…

                 … traveling while seemingly standing in colorful place

           … helped by their best friendthe wind!

The windmills of my mind started to turn! Immediately!

The idea possesed me, aided by the Sun wich was blueish pinkish yellowish white that cartoon drawn evening!

 I saw them! In my hair! Like a shot!


When idea comes to you make that one idea your life-think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body be full of that idea…and just leave every other idea alone.

These are wonderful personal Earthly moments…when one you greets another!

…and hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.

It is vanity*s proving ground!


Hair brings one*s self-image into focus.



The wind loves to ruffle your hair 🙂

Especially when it*s full of multicolored windmills!

…There*s no wind on Earth that doesn*t like windmills…



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 at the end of the day I met Little Miss Sunshine, Ela 

on her Dragster of Doom!

I gave her my Windmill and she gave me a Gift!

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L.O.V.E. your Hair!