Monday, November 30, 2009


i wish people would write more letters!!!

i want this dress to wear every day


We hid out in the wilderness down by a river in a grove of cottonwoods. It being the flood season, we built our house in the trees, with tamarisk walls and willows laid side by side to make a floor. There wasn't a plant in the forest that didn't come in handy. We planned a huge network of tunnels under the forest floor, and our first order of business every morning was to decide on a new password for the day. Now and then, we'd sneak out at night and steal a chicken or a bunch of corn or some melons from a melon patch. Mostly, though, we just lay on our backs and stared at the clouds and sometimes it was like being in a big marble hall, the way we talked in low voices and heard the tiniest sound.

Friday, November 20, 2009

in every room

Thursday, November 19, 2009

beautiful color

gold and roses

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

very pretty

old family photos

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


disco pants


wildfox in france

Monday, November 16, 2009

les parapluies de cherbourg

i love this movie , could watch it over and over.

sister winter


"It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”"
— Carson McCullers