Wednesday, March 27, 2013

PINK BIRTHDAY CAKE

via pinterest


Wouldn't a slice of this pink layered cake be lovely... Happy Birthday to me!

A funny quote I came across, "Put candles in a cake, it's a birthday cake. Put candles in a pie, somebody's drunk in the kitchen."

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

WISH YOU WERE HERE


I wish I were here, wearing this fabulous dress, and licking on this.

amalfi coast//co dress//italian gelato

Sunday, March 10, 2013

SONG FOR SUNDAY

alan villiers, sons of sinbad
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with
it's quiet company, it's quiet company
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with
it's quiet company, it's quiet company, it's quiet company

and I can't fall asleep without a little help
it takes awhile to settle down my ship of hopes
wait 'til the past leaks out

it takes an ocean not to break
it takes an ocean not to break
it takes an ocean not to break company
it's quite a company, it's quiet company

but I won't follow you into the rabbit hole
I said I would but then I saw the ship of woes
they didn't want me to

it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with spiders
it's a terrible love that I'm walking with

it takes an ocean not to break
it takes an ocean not to break
it takes an ocean not to break
(terrible love, birdy) 


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

JEMMA

Nina Leen, 1949, Ringling Bros. Circus, Life Archives
I open my eyes and for a moment, maybe two, I don't know who I am. I feel weighed down, tethered by a thousand unanswered questions, yet unable to voice the simplest one. I am a ghost, waiting to come into skin and bone, afraid of the faintest flutter as if the slightest movement might erase me forever, never to return. I want to cling to something heavy and solid, to hold myself steadfast despite my unbearable lightness. I fear the fading... into nothingness. Curious, since I have pared myself down into almost nothing at all. In the mirror I see a caricature of everything I despise, the reflection of all my fears and flaws. It can't be smashed even as I break into sharp fragmented pieces, the broken edges slicing into me until I bleed. I do not know what it is to be whole. 

I fear most being exposed, under the magnifying glass of my own censure. I fear the fray that will unravel me, laying me open at the seams, my underbelly laid bare for all. I have enemies disguised as friends, and friends that are strangers. Everyone is interchangeable, puzzle pieces for an undisclosed agenda. Who do you trust when the faces all look the same, including your own? When you can not distinguish yourself among the swarm that buzz around you until you are dizzy. Am I not just another drone working for the promise of honey? It lingers in the air, thick and heavy, but all I ever feel is the sting. I do not know the comfort of a hive, have no shell to protect my soft insides. I break when I should bend, fold when I should expand, and dim when I should shine. Some day, maybe not today or tomorrow, but some day is a promise of things yet to unfurl. I wait to come into my own, when in truth maybe I've already come undone.