Model: Hilary Kapi’olani Denison

Photographer: Cayenne Anela Carocci

Location: Dreamland, Hawai’i

True beauty comes from within. You already have it.

Pearls are naturally beautiful. Like Hilary.

Aloha Nui Loa!!

Angela Tisseraud Pareo’s are available in select stores and galleries. All images are subject to copyright.

Cayenne Anela Photography ©

angelcarocci@gmail.com

]]> http://touchwooddesign.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/one-for-the-campers/ Tue, 02 Apr 2013 23:55:40 +0000 touchwooddesign http://touchwooddesign.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/one-for-the-campers/ A quick straw poll in my office last week revealed at least half a dozen families had camping plans for the Easter weekend and most were headed for the coast – I hope they all had fun and kept safe during the big storm that came through on Sunday.

These beach-themed cushions with their woodies and hints of a road trip to somewhere more glamorous are about as close as you’re going to get me to camping! You’ll find these beautiful ladies over in my Etsy shop.

And here’s the other half of the pair…

And here’s the matching cushion.

I also dropped off some more atomic cushions with black spotty piping today, so if you missed out on the pair that sold yesterday, you’re in luck.

2. Eating salad with a plastic fork sucks.

3. Cutting your own hair is really quite easy and I recommend it to everyone.

4. Best in Show is one of the best films ever made, especially Christopher Guest’s character Harlan Pepper.

5. The Bee Gees early songs are legendary as well.

6. The photo editor at Travel and Leisure is so beautiful.  I wish he lived here.

7. David Persyko is a great chiropractor. I hope that some day he has a sports medicine practice.  He cracked my back last night and I think he is a pro.

8. I wish I had not stopped playing sports in 9th grade so that I could be in co-ed sports leagues.

9. Some Jewish men I know from the East bay are very difficult to make plans with.  I thought I was the only one who wanted things to be on my own terms.

10. My sister and I are planning a Hawaiian vacation.  Think Jersey Shore Hawaii, but instead of Snooki and The Situation, me and my sister and Gina.  Basically the same thing.

Harlan Pepper is a G

While playing with the girls today, Hannah wanted to be photographed! She loves the camera and the camera loves her. This was a great opportunity to photojournal and send off to her dad in Iraq, via email.

"I've got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees. I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way? My girls (my girls, my girls) Talkin' 'bout my girls (my girls)." Yes, that's how I was feeling that day back on August 4, 2009.

These girls love the camera!

Cutest nieces of mine. I love them and they love me!

I love photographing my nieces. This is a candid shot I'm so happy I caught!

Sweet kisses from Jessica to Hannah

My Princess Hannah & Princess Jessica

Once upon a time, I was in love with a strange girl from Hawaii. Her name was Yu Suk, and she was perhaps the third most beautiful woman in the world. We loved each other very mush much and though we were separated by more than 5000 miles of ocean, we believed that one fine day we would be together and live happily every after. The long distance relationship proved to be arduous and drained the both of us completely, and I decided to end it. That’s when she decided to fly down to Bangalore and meet me and show me just how much she loved me. I was over the moon!

I dressed up in my favorite yellow T-shirt and blue jeans and drove all the way to the airport on the day. I reached an hour early and paced up and down, waiting for Yu Suk to arrive. I could hardly stand still in my excitement. I was nervous and feeling a bit horny at the same time! I guess it’s natural.

Finally, the flight monitor indicated that the flight from Hawaii had landed and that passengers were at the customs line. I was waiting right in front of the exit gate, standing behind the ubiquitous group of white-uniformed taxi drivers who were holding up cardboard placards with names of their guests written. Slowly, one by one, the passengers from Hawaii walked out into the bright Bangalore sun, shielded their eyes from the glare and searched for their respective receptions.

The taxi driver in front of me was chatting with his colleague next to him about his wife. He was saying, “What can I do, brother? She just cannot be satisfied every night. I feel she’s draining me out!”

To this, his colleague replied, “You want some help, brother?” and winked and they both burst out laughing. I cringed at the crassness of their conversation, but couldn’t help overhearing it. The first driver continued, “If anyone, ANYONE, mentions the S-word again, I’ll kill them personally!” and they both started guffawing heartily. I just figured that the guy was totally and completely asexual and pitied his wife.

Just then, in the throng of the crowd, I saw her! There she was! Graceful and beautiful and as sexy as ever – wearing her favorite yellow tank top over a flowery knee-length skirt that flowed all around her. Her face was the embodiment of all the love and lust in the world – the high cheekbones, the sexy blue-green eyes, the straight black hair that fell in small fluffy curls just below her shoulder, those petite hips, those firm breasts, those long beautiful eyelashes, oh, I was so much in love!

She looked around her, scanning my waiting crowd from her moving crowd, looking for me, searching for the face of her lover. I waved my hand frantically and called her name out, “Yuuuuuuuuu Suuuuuuuuuuuuk!”

I started running towards her in slow motion. The crowd around me dissolved into fields of poppies, with butterflies fluttering around, the sun shining down with it’s golden rays dripping with love, drenching the two of us in that moment of ecstasy. Her face broke into a beautiful smile as she saw me and she ran towards me in slow motion, through our very own field of poppies. I held out my arms to embrace her, and she held out her arms to run into mine. At that moment, I felt something hard hit me on the back of my head and I tripped over myself and fell face-down on the hard concrete floor of the airport. The field of poppies and the butterflies disappeared and I could just see dazed stars all around me for a few moments.

I was aware of distinct voices – one angry and one concerned – around me. I looked up and saw Yu suk arguing with a taxi driver. It was the guy who was standing in front of me, discussing his wife. I sat up and rubbed the back of my head and saw an old but heavy boot lying next to me. He had thrown a boot at me! That bastard!

“Hey!” I cried standing up. “What the fuck were you thinking throwing shoes at people?” I geared up for a fight.

“You bastard!” he cried. “You abused me verbally!”

I was confused. “Eh, what? When did I do that? Stop talking nonsense!”

“Shut up, you punk! You said, ‘You Suck!’ so loudly that the whole bloody airport heard it!”

So, thus began a hatred, rooted in mis-communication, that spanned the better half of the next decade – a decade that involved a lot of stalking, prank calls, threatening calls and three trips to the police station and one to the hospital. It got so bad that the cops finally had to request me to stop beating him up every time I saw him. I reluctantly agreed and made a deal with the bastard – I’d leave him alone if he accepted that it wasn’t my fault to begin with. He was lying with three broken bones in the hospital bed, covered in bandages from head to toe, when he agreed. I could see hatred in his eyes.

It’s been four years since I’ve heard from him or seen him, and recently, I think I scratched his car by mistake while I was parking my bike near my office. I did not notice the number of the car, but I am damn sure it was him, because when I came back after work, my bike wouldn’t start – there were sugar lumps in the petrol tank and both my tires were flat.

I began noticing his car everywhere I went – the bastard is stalking me! I think it’s time I remind him who the better man is. I think it’s time for him to visit the hospital again.

Moral of the story: Do not believe everything you read on MirrorCracked.

Open Question: If a love bite is called  ‘hickey,’ what’s a love scratch called?

First, no changes with my sis. She is still cooking her lil bun in the oven. Btw, there must be something about these fairs…she is moving yet again! AND the best part is, she will be 10 minutes away from me (vs. an hour and a half!) So, needless to say she is busy completing her dolls, packing up her place (she won’t be moving until 2 weeks after Lila is born), and getting ready for Lila’s arrival.

Second, I’m almost there…with completing all of my dollies! Sis and I decided no on the penguins. I am running desperately out of time and I have one last big project that I MUST complete. Here are some of my completed girls.

Aloha~

And my snow bunnies! My sis LOVES the cream colored felt so I decided to get some myself and they turned out so winter looking! Perfect for this 80 degree weather, huh? But if we did live in an area with typical seasons, they would be dressed to impress!

More pictures to come…

big sis