Old Fashioned Me

One of my best friends always sends me old images that make her think of me and especially ones she thinks look like me. It always makes me smile when she does this and when people at work or out and about say I look like and old time film star. I think it is a wonderful compliment :)

Billie Burke

A College Memory

In my first years of college I was obsessed with all things Bettie Page and Dita Von Teese. I dreamed of buying a corset (which I eventually saved up for and ordered from here) and also of buying 8" heels like this picture. I even went around to a few fetish shops to try to make this dream come true. After staring at exactly what 8" heels would do to my feet I gave up on this fantasy. (especially considering I have enough issues with 2" heels) This image brought back that little fantasy and today, makes me wonder where on earth I planned on wearing them. Perhaps around my dorm?

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What Next

"i take a few steps and stop.

i savor the total oblivion into which i have fallen.

i am between two cities, one knows nothing of me, the other knows me no longer."

-jean-paul sartre

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Another Project.....

Adventures With Myself

This past week has been a lot about spending time with myself and what makes me happy. Some of the things that made me happy this week:

-Sitting in Riverside Park to sketch and write in my journal.

-Designing bits of a dream 1920s wardrobe

-Going by myself to the free music night at the American Folk Art Museum (and seeing an exhibit on
  shiny things!!)

-Wandering near Lincoln Center and hearing opera music....looking over to the opera house and seeing
  a screen on it with parts of an opera being projected.

-Caffe Reggio and hugs from wonderful friends.

she cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. 

i ought never to have run away from her… 

i ought to have guessed all the affection that lay

behind her poor little stratagems. 

flowers are so inconsistent!

but i was too young to know how to love her…

antoine de saint-exupéry the little prince

To Solitude

BY ALICE CARY

I am weary of the working,

   Weary of the long day’s heat;

To thy comfortable bosom,

   Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet?

Weary of the long, blind struggle

   For a pathway bright and high,—

Weary of the dimly dying

   Hopes that never quite all die.

Weary searching a bad cipher

   For a good that must be meant;

Discontent with being weary,—

   Weary with my discontent.

I am weary of the trusting

   Where my trusts but torments prove;

Wilt thou keep faith with me? wilt thou

   Be my true and tender love?

I am weary drifting, driving

   Like a helmless bark at sea;

Kindly, comfortable spirit,

   Wilt thou give thyself to me?

Give thy birds to sing me sonnets?

   Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss?

And thy mossy rocks to stand for

   The memorials of our bliss?

I in reverence will hold thee,

   Never vexed with jealous ills,

Though thy wild and wimpling waters

   Wind about a thousand hills.

Wanderlust

"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world."

—C. S. Lewis 

(lovely image from my lovely friend)