studio journal

the loneliness of the hard-working dung beetle

the loneliness of the hard-working dung beetle

I like dung beetles. And I mean really like – a dung beetle pushing a ball of dung is on my short list for tattoo number three. (If that seems gross to you just refer to it as a scarab – oh yes, it's suddenly so noble!) They are a nice shape. They represent intense transformation. They seem sincere and comical at the same time, and I relate to that. And then there's the whole without them we would be drowning in poop factor.

Ye Olden Blogge

Ye Olden Blogge

mad scientist

It didn't start here. Oh heavens no! I've been making clothes for over a decade. WUT. I know. My old Secret Lentil blog started in 2007... I've brought a few favorite posts over, but the whole dang thing is still right here if you wish to burrow through it.