Put One Foot in Front of the Other

The other day my love and I went for a walk around the neighborhood.  It was so pleasant we decided to make it a regular thing, especially now that the Texas heat is starting to let up a bit.

I just got my hands on the new Hugh Laurie album, Didn't It Rain.  L-O-V-E.  I think the word 'mellifluous' could definitely come into play here.

I'm really feeling some colored jeans this fall.  I would totally do corduroy, but I worry the cold season in Texas isn't long enough for that.  Maybe a deep forest green or plum color?  I'm so ready for layers and rich colors.

I really need to find some old dictionaries or encyclopedias stat.  I keep finding perfect leaves and flowers for pressing, but I don't have any books big/heavy enough to press them in.  When I get paid this Friday, I shall make a visit to a thrift store.

~xo~

Bromine//Barium

If I had any other social outlet to express this on I would, because I don't really want to post anything particularly negative on here...however, I just need to say this one thing:

Not.worth.five.years.  Major letdown.  This is one bummed fan.

Source.

Aaaaaaaaand moving on.

Pull Yourself Together

"Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together."

~Elizabeth Taylor~

What does one do after a long, tiring day?  Buy a new shade of lipstick and enjoy an autumn beer.  Really, this method is fool proof.  It also doesn't hurt to take a moment and count all of the blessings in my life.  It doesn't take long for huge grin to spread across my face.

Words: Mellifluous

Mellifluous: adjective

1. having a smooth rich flow
2. filled with something (as honey) that sweetens


Can a day be described as mellifluous?  If so, this one has been so far.  I've had pretty much the whole day off [just a quick show in the evening!], so I'm using it to catch up on laundry/clean my room, do a little baking, and start an art journal.  I might even take a walk later.  Just a slow, smooth day filled with all the time needed to soak in every sweet moment.  Mellifluous.

Peace & Blessings

In Stitches

This conversation happened with my dad yesterday:

• Me:  Have you heard of a band called The Civil Wars? I think you’d like them.
• Dad:  Yeah I think I fought with them at Gettysburg.
• Me:  Haha very funny. They’re a band. They have a mix of folk and Appalachian sound. With a steel guitar done right. None of that awful country twang. Just grit.  Also you’re too old for the Battle of Gettysburg. More like the Battles at Lexington and Concord.
• Dad:  Actually with Washington in French and Indian Wars.
• Me:  That far back huh? So what was the Ice Age like? Must’ve been a long walk all the way from Asia.
• Dad:  Not too bad we took the freezeway.
• Me:  I just fell all over the floor cause I was laughing too hard. Now people at work think I’m even nuttier than I’ve been letting on.
• Dad:  I’m glad U find my advanced age so entertaining.
• Me:  No I just think you’re jokes are funny :)
• Dad:  :-0

I will always think his jokes are funny.

Peace & Love,

Amelia

Soul Sounds

This.

Icing on a Cake

I love lipstick.  I used to hate it.  I didn't like the way it felt, and I always felt so self conscious in it that I would smear it all off [and all over my face] out of nervousness.  Somehow my attitude changed about that.  

I think it started when I did a show in college that took place in the 1930s.  Our director tried to instill in us how put together and classy these women were.  No woman ever left the house without her gloves, hat and a coat of some bright red lipstick.  Along the same lines, we had to attend every rehearsal wearing a knee length skirt, panty hose and the same cherry red loved by women of years past.  There was something so sacred and ritualistic about all us girls standing in front of the mirrored walls, applying our lipstick in a perfect cupid's bow and gabbing [sometimes crying] about life happenings in between each swipe.  I dislocated my hip during that show and while I was gimping along my normal life routine kind of went by the wayside, but I always wore my lipstick.  I even started wearing it to class during the day.  I looked a mess [I wasn't able to shave my legs for four weeks...], but I never actually felt icky because of my red lipstick.  

Now, I can't leave the house [even sometimes I can't be in my house] without something on my lips.  Even if it's just a tinted lip balm [Burt's Bees for the win!].  I still like red, but it's by no means my favorite.  Lipstick and coffee are my two morning rituals that make me feel ready to conquer anything and everything.

I know lipstick isn't really all that common anymore, but I still hope and wish for the day when women hanging around the bathroom smearing on lipstick becomes the norm again.  It may seem a bit superfluous, but there's just something about that extra kick that really makes you feel equipped to handle the worst.

From left, clockwise: 1--2--3--4

Beans

When kitty paws make little prints all over windows and glass tabletops I get the warm fuzzies.

Here in this house we call kitty toes beans because they look like little jellybeans.

The cat pictured here, Robin, lets you stick your finger between his toe pads as if you were holding his hand.

Our other cat, Peach, has long fuzzy hair that sticks out between her toes.

Robin's and Peach's toes make pitter-patter noises when they run across the tile.

It's the little things.

À bientôt!

Connecting

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So I'm signing up for Bloglovin!  I can't wait to use it as an easy way to read all my favorites, but I also am excited at the prospect of meeting people through following.  We'll see how this goes!

Unfolding Fans

From the Oscar Wilde statue at Merrion Square

Happy Fall, y'all!

My favorite season is under way.  Autumn is so glorious!  The changing of seasons, to me, is one of the most miraculous things this old world we live in does.  Makes you feel so lucky to be alive!  Today, in honor of the new season, enjoy a hot drink and read a good book outside.  I know I will!

~xo~

P.S. I realize in hindsight that the quote is a teensy bit difficult to read (sorry, I couldn't bring my big camera!), so I'll just type it out.  Oscar Wilde is one of my favorites!

"It seems to me we all look at Nature too much

and live with her too little."

Hugs!

Four

My favorite number is four.  In honor of this number, I will tell four random stories about myself.

• I used to have very thin, board straight hair.  I wished and hoped and used all my birthday candles for curly hair.  Until one day, when I was 13, I took a shower and washed my hair like normal and when it dried it curled up into big ringlets.  I've had curly hair ever since.  
• When I was in high school, during the fall I would pull over whenever I saw a good clustering of pine cones on the ground and grab as many as I could (the fatter the better).  I stowed all of the pine cones in the back seat of my car and would occasionally send one off with someone I gave a ride.  One day I got into a wreck that totaled my car.  When my dad went to the junk yard to get all of my belongings out of it, all he found was a stash of pine cones!
• I went to Uganda with a group the summer after my senior year of high school.  It was a really incredible experience to share with my dad, and it was not without its laughs.  One Sunday I went with my dad to visit a village family.  While we were sitting at their home eating lunch, one of the neighbor men came over to visit and offered my dad ten cows as a dowry for his son to marry me.  Of course, my dad declined, but not before checking to see how good that is compared to the average market value for a wife.  Apparently, that's pretty steep and my dad would have been rich. ;)
• I wanted a pet pig when I was a kid so badly (still do!), that when I was visiting a farm once with my family I literally almost walked out of the place with a baby potbelly in my arms.  I was so close!  One day, my dream will come true...

Berry

Today was crazy busy and slightly stressful.  However, it was still full of its little, splendorous surprises.  Also, a little while ago, my mom's nails matched her smoothie.  I thought it was pretty neat.

Antithetical

Today, on this most beautiful of melancholy days, I feel the exact opposite of what my morning coffee mug denotes.  I really just like this mug.

This blog will no longer be a structured environment to "hone my photography skills" [HA!].  Instead, it will be everything that I want it to be.  Whatever my heart desires.  That's not really specific, but who cares?!

Also, I really want a big, fat dictionary.  Preferably an Oxford or Merriam Webster.  A thrifting we will go!

~xo~