For Becky

As you all know from my spastic post yesterday, I have been working on my portfolio. This is an extremely intimidating task. However, as I always (starting today) say: Intimidating things are easier when you face them with your best friend.

Especially intimidating things like portfolios.

So, Becky (hereafter refered to as BexMex) gave me some input on my portfolio.

She told me to put an old collection from sophomore year in. I said “no way, ya frickin’ crazy son-of-a-squirt-gun”. She said “Amy, you idiot, put it in”. And this continued for a while.

After she left that day, I took another look at the old collection and was like “hmmm, that’s kind of cute. Maybe I should put it in?” Then, I re-worked the collection, updated it a little bit, and VIOLA. This gem. What do you guys think?

I’m happy I listened to BexMex. She’s pretty smart.

I guess sometimes our best friends know us better than we know ourselves.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca




Drape Me Dapper



Hey guys, this is just a quick check-in to let you know that it’s okay – I haven’t been abducted by aliens! I am alive! Well! Eating a stack of peanut butter cookies!

The reason I have been MIA lately (other than that emo poem I posted yesterday) is that I am working on my fashion portfolio for COLLEGE. COLLEGE. COLLEGE. (….Echo echo echo)

Here are a few of the pages I have so far, to keep you interested so you don’t, you know, cheat on me with another annoying fashion sketcher person blog or something.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

Be My Sweethear

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Closet Romantic

Hi, I’m Amy Rebecca.

I’m a Closet Romantic.

What does that mean? It means that I act tough, and sarcastic, and moody. In fact, I do beleive that I AM tough, and sarcastic, and moody…most of the time. But there’s, like, this one little peice of my heart that actually feels things really deeply. Even though I don’t like to admit it, think about it, or show it. In fact, it is taking a huge amount of self-control not to insert a scarcastic comment here.

This doodle from class today proves that I am, secretly, a romantic.

I am going to stop typing now, before I start cracking bitter jokes.

Also, in case you’re wondering: yes, that is a drawing of me, and, yes, my legs are that skinny…I have a smokin’ hot twiggy bod.

Okay, I’m done now.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca.


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I love your:

-Mouth, when you laugh and when you’re discussing smart things

-Eyes, when you look at me while we talk

-Breathing, as you stop your rant to get some air


If the woman in this painting could talk, she would only say one word: “dahhhhhhhhling”. Her voice would be throaty and grizzly, worn out from one-too-many cigarettes. It would also be filled with irony, as if she were sharing an inside joke with herself, yet it would still sound warm and bosom-friend-like. I really want to meet this girl somewhere, but that may be a difficult task to achieve, as she probably lived some time in the 40s or 50s. I feel like just being around her would make me posh-er.

If that didn’t make sense to you, then I’m sorry to inform you that you are normal.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Zip Zap Zop

Zip Zap Zop is the name of an extremely boring and pointless ice-breaker game that I learned at church camp. The only good thing about it is that it has supplied me with a name for my blog post. So (not) worth it.

The sketches today play with cut-outs and zippers that unzip in strategic places (Ew…I have read way too many issues of Cosmopolitan magazine…the word “strategic” is ruined for me). They are simple, but I am still kind of obsessed with the concept.

Let me know what you think! Cool or weird and sort of ghetto?

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



I think it is safe to say that about 69.9% of my designs are of dresses that I envision myself wearing while making an acceptance speach at an awards show. I also think it is safe to say that I am 100% delusional about my current and future life. In my defense, it is much more fun to fantasize about being rich and famous than to consider the cold, dark reality of being a struggling artist for the rest of my days. The world of Delusion is warm and fuzzy and happy, thankyouverymuch, and I intend to stay there for as long as I possibly can.

By the way, this is my Oscar-Acceptance-Speech gown. I can’t wait to see Leonardo’s face as I thank him for being such an amazing co-star.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca


When In Doubt, PUFF IT

When in doubt, puff it. Puff it reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllll good. It will make everything else seem better.

I think there is something wrong with me. I have been sitting here laughing for like 5 minutes at how funny I am for making it seem like I am telling you to do drugs. Maturity age = 8 years and 7 months. But hey, at least I like myself, right?!

When I say “Puff it”, I am not, in fact, talking about…*whisper* drugz. I am talking about these amazing, sheer, super flouncy and puffy sleeves! I am obsessed! I think they make any dress seem so classy and fun and posh. In this case, puffing is a definite DO!

OxOx, Amy Rebecca


For Mon Cher Eden

Did you see that? Did you see how I made the title of this post French, so it is automatically classy as shit? That, mes amigos, is called FRENGLISH, a delicate language that is a mix of French and English. Posh? Psh.

This peice is one that I did for Eden (Aka Yoda) after she helped me get the hang of watercolor painting. I am finally, FINALLY happy with how it turned out! For once, a painting actually ended up looking like I wanted it to. I fully attribute this to the fact that I was watching The Mindy Project at the same time. That show is pure comedy gold, people. Watch it. You will die laughing. And I will paint you a watercolor dress to set on top of your casket at your funeral. Did I just write that?

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Whenever I get bored during class (which is, like, all the time), one of my favorite things to do is to daydream. The possibilities for travel are endless, and if Ed Westwick just so happens to show up somewhere in it without a shirt, then so be it.

Here is the dress that I am wearing in my daydream today.

Did I mention that I am always wearing amazing designer clothes in my day dreams? Oh, also, I am usually about 30 pounds lighter. And that, my friends, is why they are called DREAMS.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca