Nope, I'm not dead. I'm just really bad at keeping things.
I know that after two months of pure silcence now you're expecting a detailed overview of recent events but, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but this is just not the case.
The best I can do now is leaving you with my etsy shop url and a picture of my last tattoo. I'm leaving for London tomorrow with my girlfriend Gogo.


(Done by my bro. Cuns)

The never ending felt adventure

Seriously? Two days just to find some damn light green and purple felt? More than 20km covered? 10 shops visited? And thank god I live downtown in the fucking capital.
This slowed down everything. Argh.

So, I booked my place at a Japanese market that is all about handmade goodies. I was just postponing the resservation because deep in my soul I knew that when it was done I had got no more excuses and no more time to procrastinate doing NOTHING. Mental madness led me to this just to keep me in shape since I've got so much time for my daily Carmen Electra routine.

Changing subject, a friend of mine went to Oslo some weeks ago and I nicely forced him to bring me back from his trip some candies since I'm slightly obsessed with them (and with nice packages in general).

My shrine and the new addictions to it

And this is what happens when we decide to have a party on the roof. Pictures are pre and post hangover meals.

And this is my summer madness crew (some members missed the shot though...)

Ok, back to work. Gah.


Sad friend.
More Wine.

That sums up everything, no big update today, sorry.

The human ass pincushion

Lots of big news for the future that include markets, expos, collaborations.
Less more for the present since I'm stuck here still trying to figure out the perfect daily schedule that will allow me to make enough stuff  in less than two weeks for the Japanese Market.

As for real life, since I really miss some of that in my life right now I compell my friend to take the world to me and that also includes sweet gift from Norway. Since I'm SLIGHTLY obsessed by kawaii packagings (see pictures below that only show 1/4 of my mad collection), I forced a friend of mine to bring me back something from his holiday in Oslo.

And that what happens when you leave your pins on the couch, even if you warned your homeboy 5 seconds before he sat down.

Got to get my ass back to the sewing machine table.

Day one

This summer in this new city has been hot, boring and so unproductive that I felt like I was going crazy, always stressing about meaningless things and spreading bad feelings all around. Then two weeks ago I've finally come to my senses and I decided that at least I had to close all my old DIY projects, just to keep myself busy waiting for some f*cking inspiration.
After hours of emotionless staring I began by removing 4 inches of dust from both my sewing machine and my work station, starting what then turned out to be a never ending hardcore sewing session.
I'm seriously drawing, hand stitching and embroidering 20 hours a day and, although I know this is also leading me to various unconscious level of madness, I'm feeling like at last I set the ball rolling.
So this blog it's all about my crazy, nonsense and bipolar crafty life.

'Nuff said.
Visual proof of the longest sleep deprivated sewing session: 72 hours.

All I need right now

Play safe, kid.