Friday, February 26, 2010

We all fall down.

Whew, what a long week.
Mostly it was good, but I had a really lousy nights sleep last night, and it has made me irritable all day, in my snuffling fire-breating-dragon mode.

Oh well. I shall dedicate myself to thinking of some of my favorite things, and then I wont feel so bad.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stating the Obvious.

So, if you couldent tell, my favorite color is yellow.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

For a rainy day

Oh coat! You are absolutly perfect in every possible way. I would wear you with a yellow dress and sky blue shoes, and a cream colored bow in my hair.

Why is everything pretty I find online so expensive? Modcloth, I love you dearly, but become cheaper, please.

(Coat from Modcloth)

Friday, February 19, 2010

Think Pink

Weekend plans for me inlcude some thinking pink.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

x's and o's

(from the new yorker)

A little post Valentines humor for everyone.

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Happy Lunar New year.
Its the year of the Tiger. I am a tiger, according to Chinese Zodiac.

Also happy Valentines day.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Wilde at heart.

"My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you. I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. In my solitude you will be with me. I am determined not to revolt but to accept every outrage through devotion to love, to let my body be dishonored so long as my soul may always keep the image of you. From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence. O dearest of created things, if someone wounded by silence and solitude comes to you, dishonored, a laughing-stock, Oh! You can close his wounds by touching them and restore his soul which unhappiness had for a moment smothered. Nothing will be difficult for you then, and remember, it is that hope which makes me live, and that hope alone. What wisdom is to the philosopher, what God is to his saint, you are to me. To keep you in my soul, such is the goal of this pain which men call life. O my love, you whom I cherish above all things, white narcissus in an unmown field, think of the burden which falls to you, a burden which love alone can make light. ... I love you, I love you, my heart is a rose which your love has brought to bloom, my life is a desert fanned by the delicious breeze of your breath, and whose cool spring are your eyes; the imprint of your little feet makes valleys of shade for me, the odour of your hair is like myrrh, and wherever you go you exhale the perfumes of the cassia tree.
"Love me always, love me always. You have been the supreme, the perfect love of my life; there can be no other..."

-Oscar Wilde, in a letter written to his lover Lord Alfred Douglas.

Letter writing is such a beautiful thing. I have never written anything this full of love and longing to anyone. It can only be my aspiration to write a letter (and feel a love), like this.

Monday, February 8, 2010


You know what are awesome? Books.
You know what else is awesome? Thrift stores.
You know what trumps awesome? An armload of wonderful books from a thrift store setting me back less then four dollars.

I love used books. New ones, with their crisp edges and sharp print and unbroken spines are all very good. They do hold stories, after all, the best of all things.

But nothing will replace the romance of a used book for me, the spine bent back to favorite scenes, mysterious notes in the margins, inscriptions on the front page, birthday gifts, tolkens of esteem long sense past.
Who owned this? What did they think of it? Will I like it too?
Even if the reader before me was unambitious, and like me left no notes, I know someone else has turned the pages, and that makes the story something that has been shared.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Somewhere Cheerful

Isnt this a pretty room? I should like to be there right now. It would cheer me up quite a lot.

(from Real Simple

Monday, February 1, 2010


My dog died this weekend.
I believe that is what constitutes a bad weekend.

I'll be back to cheerful posting soon, but for now I'm going to be sad.