Two Minute Posts: Autumn Leaves

#autumn #leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down. #fall #yellow #red #brown #green #ombre #September in #Brooklyn #leaf #colors #woodland #stroll

A pause to ponder natural beauty.
A childhood wonder held onto into adulthood.
Leaves.
Their changing colors.
Their bright, crinkled texture.
An ombre path from solid to multi-hued.

A mental snapshot around which to center oneself when too many ideas

and duties,

wants,

desires

and dreams threaten

to overwhelm.

One leaf. Two leaves. Three leaves….

Poem in Your Pocket Day: Warning

This poem PERFECTLY describes what I want my golden years to be!

Warning

by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Only in dreams was I venturesome

“Only in dreams was I venturesome, while in reality I instinctively quailed before the future. […]
I unconsciously decided to be content for the time being with the world of dreams,
in which I alone was master, in which there were only temptations and joys, and where misfortune, if it were admitted at all, played only a passive, evanescent role necessary for the delicious contrasts and unexpected turns of fate that led to the happy endings of all my enthralling, imaginary romances.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “Netochka Nezvanova”

I sometimes have days like these.

Like, today.

I’ll just be in my head…..

Divergent Interests: Intimates

Intimates

Thanks in part to Beyonce’s very sexy new videos and Ohh Lulu’s new pattern shop, I’ve had lingerie on the brain. This board is filled with many things too complex and delicate for my slapdash sewing style, but it’s something to build towards while it’s too cold and wet to make and wear new dresses.

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I’ve, so far, resisted buying supplies and patterns. Though I have been looking. Orange Lingerie has a great list of NYC resources that is very tempting. And the price is so right on the Ohh Lulu patterns.

Little pretty things are so tempting!