February 2012
1. fresh baked brownies
2. guacamole recipe showdown
3. lavender lemonade
4. strawberry lip balm reminding me of old crushes
5. bare legs, bright poppy red silk and braided hair
6. reading for a bit before company arrives
+ iced cream sandwich in the park
+ manipulating tripod with one hand (get your mind out of the gutter! or don’t)
+ warm enough weather for shorts and tee shirt
+ cleansed and cleaned everything
+ more reading
+ dinner date
+ last minute making of stuff to round out the day
January 2012
I cleaned for hours and I found something I had been wanting, without even knowing that I already owned it. Surely it is a sign that I am too frivolous - something I am actively working on.
The grey settled in so easy today. Felt comforting after talking to a few friends this afternoon. It does so much to do so little.
Tomorrow I face a challenge I hope I can overcome.
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+ making new things every night
+ enduring crowds to tame anxiety
+ a mid-spring break by the beach
December 2011
November 2011
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velvetant replied to your photo: don’t feel down. Come visit and I’ll buy you a milkshake.
i like vanilla. :)
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derrickonia replied to your post: tongue fingers everything …please.
Osip Mandelstam: “Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.”
oh, you.
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velvetant replied to your post: tongue fingers everything …please.
Smut
mmhm :)
tongue
fingers
everything
…please.
October 2011
apple and cinnamon herb tea smells and probably tastes like cheap potpourri.
six favourites
+ wood burning
+ first slather of sunscreen
+ Lanvin’s eclat d’arpege
+ my skin after swimming all day
+ baby nephew’s hair
+ pancakes
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Don’t say you want love.
Say you want the morning light through a painted-flecked window; say you want the distance and the ache that foretells it; say you want the autumn air always arriving that never arrives; a gust of wind scraping leaves along the pavement; hills rolling toward the sea; a…