Back a few months ago as I tried to decide what luscious shade of green I would paint my bedroom, I found myself leaning to a quieter tone, one with more grace but as of late, well I'm sensing the color gods are attempting to saturate my yearning.
It makes sense since in nature it's the bold, no apologies vibrancy that drives me to dithers. I can sit & take this wall in for an eternity.
Tabletop...hello majolica. Wedgwood's is still my preference but I love the the glitz & glamour of Kim Seybert as well. Throw in a vintage plate picked up at a garage sale & Kim's new goes well with the bolds of yesteryear.
Ever notice that you can be thinking of something & then pow!!! Its laid at your doorstep over & over again. These rooms have popped up in the oddest places recently or have I been led to them unsuspectingly??? The enigma continues... 
To further along the whims of the color gods attempting to reach me I've had another series of thunder bolts.
So I bow down to the gods & their love of of vibrant, vivacious verde, emerald kelly & beyond solemnly swearing to embrace this in my space. I should not be surprised though. I've once before embraced it with my soul through words.
To further along the whims of the color gods attempting to reach me I've had another series of thunder bolts.
So I bow down to the gods & their love of of vibrant, vivacious verde, emerald kelly & beyond solemnly swearing to embrace this in my space. I should not be surprised though. I've once before embraced it with my soul through words.
Cloisterrun past the trees, deeper into the forest
green, dark, almost black
this color, where you'll find me
this color, where you'll find me
breathing from my mosses
hush, hear the rutsle I make
the willows weeping, touch me
wisping & whispering
wisping & whispering
give me comfort, take my ache
play his song just one more time
oh the leaves feel like his fingers
where did the breeze come from, thank you
I can't remember when I felt such warmth
yes I do, closer, reach me
further away, goodnight skyscrapers, traffic lights
imagine devastion, push the branches away
pray be gentle
protect your face, dense as this is
protect your face, dense as this is
remember what you touch
secluded, my scared space
secluded, my scared space
darker than one should travel, I disappear into my night
barely the woman of before, turn around
witness the creature of after
clothed in leaves, caked in dirt
my will snagged by a branch, somewhere past
when my skin lucent would catch your cast
fleeing, consumed
a hollow settled with mist, my humanity caving
from earth to universal
despair tragically lush, nestled in darkness
from earth to universal
despair tragically lush, nestled in darkness
tended by the trees
run
careful though where you step
eventually before you find me, I'll turn to seeds
Wishing everyone a vibrant & vivacious weekend!!!!!
Images coutesy of Tobi Fairley, Kim Seybert, Kip Bay's 2006 & Christian Louboutin
1.Popcorn...not from the theater or a microwaved bag but done on top of the stove in my giant blue 
2. Walking. I tore my achilles tendon in half earlier this year & after surgery, casts, boots & physio therapy (
3. Ironing...yes I can hear every ones mouths drop but its true. Give me my fancy schmancy iron , sizing & a pile of cotton shirts & I'm in heaven. It relaxes me & being anal the challenge to do it perfectly is a pleasure. I know, I know, I'm nuts but hey I'm happy.
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5. Kitten footies also known as cats paws. White is my downfall, my first cat eons ago being Socks for that very reason. Now I have Gunther Finch Hatton & those little footies with the pink pads are heavenly soft & squishy...which leads to my all time number one....
