Lately, I have, undoubtedly, been neglecting my writing. But, I have been quite busy making crafts—when I am not working my day job. Do I smell a hint of change in the air, there? I sure hope so. Anyway, here are some doorknob pieces I just made for my amazing friend Cathy. She was cool enough to ask me to make 4 for her. I am often reminded of how blessed I am to have the most amazing friends in the whole world. I added a couple other things to her package before shipping it off.
—Z
I have continued to make more of my doorknob pieces. I really love making them. After realizing that I have been focusing mostly on gold lately, I wanted to do something more silver. I do love silver and here is what I came up with:
The subtle, chevron print gives it a bit of a watery, fish-like vibe (at least in person). I actually debated hanging the key from a fishing line and hook and possibly adding other similar embellishments.
After my weekend plans out-of-town were canceled, it was comforting to know I had MANY constructive things to do (TCB) at home. Consequently, the wall has received another treasure.
· To see more of these and other bits & pieces of my life, please check out my IG page:
https://www.instagram.com/zacdaq/
All the best,
Z
Muses’ fling
I have always been
the Muses’ fling
Passionate,
beguiled
by beauty—
ever fleeting
I find myself relieved
when I am reunited
with Creativity—
even when
I am reminded:
I have always been
and will always be
the Muses’ fling
-Z
Freeze
You have seen me
during moments
when I believed
we would always fly
high—into the sky!
Innocent and free
Somewhere, along
I discovered a darker
side of me there was to see
I began to see so many cages
and all I could do
was freeze
Z
The Mr. Goodbar
In a mixed bag of chocolates
I saw him and hoped, from afar
he was not ashamed to be
the Mr. Goodbar
In this home, he has probably
always been chosen last
in a game of grabbing
by a sweet-toothed family
I saw him and I realized
I had no idea who was—
never knew his chocolate;
never tasted his peanuts
After careful consideration,
I decided he was The Best
The man always standing
whilst the others digest
Z
Z
Lost & Found
Lately, he’s been making a drink
for himself—he calls
Lost & Found
Where in the world is it?
Where did I put that?
Oh my God!
I have been searching
for this for weeks.
I missed you so much!
Sipping on his capricious cocktail—
a strong mix of what is coming and leaving—
he vows to stop perspiring over
the ingredients he can always edit
He is trying to be optimistic—
and to believe all the things
are just where they should be
Z
Last week, I was in Brooklyn visiting friends. I went on an excursion with Liz and ended up at a store called Union Max. I bought a set of 1970’s moth/butterfly specimens— each preserved in cellophane.
The lady at the counter warned me that they will easily fall apart; however, they were inexpensive and the idea of framing them felt exciting. I saved one for myself and finally devoted some time this afternoon to frame the one pictured above.
The task ended up being a real mother f’er—the attention to detail required to complete the project was way more than I anticipated. After carefully cutting open the cellophane, the pieces instantly fell apart. I turned off the A.C. to prevent the wings from literally flying away and ran off to grab gloves, tweezers, and other tools.
Painstaking as it was, the end-result was quite satisfying. I am going to try my best to keep the piece safe and sound. Afterwards, I made sure to warn Liz that the one I gave her will probably be a beast.
Here is a photo of her yet-to-be-framed Lime Butterfly—so beautiful and fragile.
Z
Last weekend, 2 kittens came into my life. One was found by the next door neighbor—an orange tabby—and the other kitten (whose type is yet to be determined) was found around 11pm on my family’s front porch. She appeared the night before Father’s Day. The running joke is that my dad received a kitten as his gift.
Anyone who knows my family knows we are dog people. Every dog in our lives is spoiled and incredibly loved. We have adopted many rescue dogs and believe doing so is better than buying a pet. We have owned cats in the past, but dogs took over our hearts—probably because we have not had cats in our lives in some time. After my favorite cat died, I started telling friends that I am not a cat person. All that changed when the kittens appeared last weekend.
The neighbor found a home for the tabby at her vet’s office. The kitten who chose our home has won our hears and has moved in. She is the sweetest little thing. Honestly, she has totally hit the jackpot and seems to be well aware. I would have never thought my dad would have taken so quickly to our purring buddy. He definitely has.
Her name is Frankie (I am the one who named her!) and she has proven us all wrong. I am, in fact, a cat person. Life makes me realize, more and more, of how little I know and how quickly I can be proven wrong about what I think I do.
I could go on, but I should probably go check in on the kitten…
One day, I will look back
at a photograph of you
and think to myself
You were so damn cute!
Well, I will be right,
because you are
Z
So, I was thinking about the most random thing earlier today. The idea of Hell and what I would consider to be completely miserable consumed a few minutes of my afternoon. You know, classic work thoughts. Turtlenecks quickly came to mind.
When I was younger, I was forced to wear them and I despised them. Still do—but I just don’t wear them! The last time I did try to wear one, I had to go home and change because I couldn’t stop tugging at the collar of that ridiculous, maroon mf’er. Into the trash it went.
Generally, I am not what one would consider to be claustrophobic; I mostly prefer safe, enclosed environments. The idea of endless space and/or falling into the sky has always been frightening to me. Keep me grounded, please!
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that, if the damned are forced to wear uniforms in Hell, a turtleneck must be a component of the agonizing outfit. My train of thought took me back to a story one of my besties told me years ago…
One day, she decided to wear a string of pearls she had inherited from some family member. She was going out that night and the look just seemed right. The feeling did not last long—she found herself at a social gathering feeling choked by her glistening heirloom. What ensued was a certain sort of struggle.
She tried and tried to properly remove the necklace, but could not seem to subdue the bastard. After giving it her best shot, she finally seized hold of the sinister strangler and ripped it right off. Pearls broke loose and fell to the ground.
From the way she described the experience, I am confident she does not regret breaking the necklace and does not miss it at all. I can empathize—because of the turtlenecks. One person’s accessories and garments can truly be another person’s worst nightmare.
†As I am typing, I can almost feel the devil’s hands around my neck.
Z
Gravity
I remember the walls.
We sure knew how
to fill a space.
Before we decided to try
an open floor plan—
Instantaneous weightlessness!
Please grab hold of something.
I need to share what I know now
about me:
I really do miss all the rooms,
the decor, and our friends!
I cannot live without gravity.
Z
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