Yes, the blog has been hibernating. so have i. it's not winter anymore, rather, it's 100+ degrees outside. definitely not winter.
a snowflake or two would be nice right about now.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I wrote this for you
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if you don't already read the blog, please, do. see this video. and remember that words can change the world.
if you don't already read the blog, please, do. see this video. and remember that words can change the world.
Friday, January 29, 2010
A Day Beyond Belief
Today has been a day greater than any other day could possibly be.
It snowed. Like, real snow. The kind you see on stamps and cards, but never on the ground, not here in the South. Last time I checked, which was about 30 seconds ago (yeah, I really love snow. Absence makes the heart grow fonder...), Nashville has been blanketed with 6.5 inches of snow. For those of you up North, please please don't scoff. I got my first real snow day this year because we had a 1" layer of ice under 1.5 inches of snow. I thought that was great, but today class was canceled again. The last time (apart from this year) that I had a snow day was first grade. Now, I get two snow days in one year. Yay!!
It snowed. Like, real snow. The kind you see on stamps and cards, but never on the ground, not here in the South. Last time I checked, which was about 30 seconds ago (yeah, I really love snow. Absence makes the heart grow fonder...), Nashville has been blanketed with 6.5 inches of snow. For those of you up North, please please don't scoff. I got my first real snow day this year because we had a 1" layer of ice under 1.5 inches of snow. I thought that was great, but today class was canceled again. The last time (apart from this year) that I had a snow day was first grade. Now, I get two snow days in one year. Yay!!
Well, to celebrate, I stayed inside instead of the thrifting adventure I'd planned, perusing Etsy in search of random old things like barkcloth curtains, Victorian corsages, pairs of pince-nez spectacles, quirky brooches, and 1930's day dresses. Yep. That's a pretty good sum-up of me. I also spent a lot of time adding to my Google Reader list of subscriptions- I have fallen in love with 3 more bloglings.
-An Apple a Day (What a strong, amazing person. She really is the best gift giver in the world, too. Seriously).
-Through the Secret Keyhole (Vintage photographs, great stories... Sigh. What a dream)
-Esme and the Lane Way (Although I wouldn't trade the snow for anything at the moment, it sure must be nice to twirl around in pretty summer dresses...)
Wonderful, each and every one! I also recommend Starrified Jazzetry, a great blog for word lovers, writers, and artists alike.
Naturally, though, I had to end my perfect day with a happily ever after scene to play as the credits roll.
So, snuggled up in a cozy thrifted knit turtleneck and my favorite jeans, I went out, made a wish, and danced at 11:11 in the snow under a strangely yellow-lit sky. What better thing to do?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Welcome to Beatrix in Wonderland!
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter...
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down ... she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves... She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labeled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty... managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
If you were a rabbit, what would you fill your burrow with? With cupboards and maps, like the March Hare did? Or perhaps with tea and rabbit-tobacco (lavender, to us humans), as Peter's mother did? Or, if you were lucky, your March Hare would be married to Mrs. Rabbit, and you could have bunches of lavender and cupboards and bookshelves and tea and blue coats with little brass buttons all over your burrow.
If I were a rabbit, my burrow would be a mix of these two. It would be large enough not to be cramped, but small enough to be cozy, and would have old crates on the wall to be used as bookshelves. A letterpress drawer or two would be scattered amongst these by way of a cupboard, inhabited by a tiny dormouse who would help me set the table with an old tea-set. An abandoned pocket-watch would chime on the hour, perhaps, hung on the wall between some old dried lavender bunches and some ancient specimen drawings, birds and ferns and such. I would sit on the hearth, with my sewing and scraps of feedsack florals to make into a dress, or perhaps some rabbit-sized editions of Jane Austen or Beatrix Potter. In my bedroom I might relax with a cup of chamomile tea on a rabbit-sized bed made out of a hollowed dictionary filled with cotton and feathers. And when that charming hedgehog washwoman Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle came for my laundry, I would have a wicker hamper full of peter-pan collars, florals, day-dresses, warm sweaters, cream-colored blouses, tweed coats and trousers, and a lovely little shawl edged with lace...
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down ... she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves... She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labeled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty... managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
If you were a rabbit, what would you fill your burrow with? With cupboards and maps, like the March Hare did? Or perhaps with tea and rabbit-tobacco (lavender, to us humans), as Peter's mother did? Or, if you were lucky, your March Hare would be married to Mrs. Rabbit, and you could have bunches of lavender and cupboards and bookshelves and tea and blue coats with little brass buttons all over your burrow.
If I were a rabbit, my burrow would be a mix of these two. It would be large enough not to be cramped, but small enough to be cozy, and would have old crates on the wall to be used as bookshelves. A letterpress drawer or two would be scattered amongst these by way of a cupboard, inhabited by a tiny dormouse who would help me set the table with an old tea-set. An abandoned pocket-watch would chime on the hour, perhaps, hung on the wall between some old dried lavender bunches and some ancient specimen drawings, birds and ferns and such. I would sit on the hearth, with my sewing and scraps of feedsack florals to make into a dress, or perhaps some rabbit-sized editions of Jane Austen or Beatrix Potter. In my bedroom I might relax with a cup of chamomile tea on a rabbit-sized bed made out of a hollowed dictionary filled with cotton and feathers. And when that charming hedgehog washwoman Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle came for my laundry, I would have a wicker hamper full of peter-pan collars, florals, day-dresses, warm sweaters, cream-colored blouses, tweed coats and trousers, and a lovely little shawl edged with lace...
What would your rabbit-burrow be like?
(image courtesy of http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/wml/exhibitions/beatrixpotter/victoriannaturalist.asp )
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