free as a bird.

Things that I am wishing for from free people this season:


Lofty Down Tunic


Quilted Corset Tube


Crochet Cardigan


Sergeant Street Jacket


Wild Horses Dress


Sovereign Crystal Pendant


Wolf Head Ring

There were other pieces that I loved too. A $400 skirt, a $600 necklace, a $500 jacket, etc. But let's be serious. Anyhow, I am especially wishing for that corset. Would be so great with my H&M skinny trousers, Kimchi Blue blazer, and leopard print pumps. Or with my leather pants, combat boots, and a long cozy cardigan. I want.

1990's.

I really wanted "Looking at the Sun," but there are copyright issues. Uggghh.

like lemon drops.

(Something like a PSA, or rather a general statement if you will) :

I am in a really great place in my life right now. I am beginning to see my path a bit more clearly (better late than never). And I am removing toxic people from my life, and replacing them with really wonderful human beings. The relationships I am in right now are the healthiest I've ever been a part of. My disgust of human weakness makes me feel better about my own strength occasionally, but it is fleeting and never wholly satisfying. My admiration of the strength, kindness, compassion, and honesty of others, however, conjures up in me such a profound appreciation for life and inspires me to be and do more than I think I am capable of. I am living right here in this moment, peaceful, looking out into a future of boundless possibilities and infinite joy.

Ok ok, some really beautiful photos this evening:

auf weidersehen.

I took the train home from Philly this morning after a lovely breakfast of bacon, pancakes, and cinnamon apple syrup from Shenandoah. While riding through Camden, I was inspired to investigate local organizations working in Camden to build a stronger sense of community. There are organizations like this in depressed areas of Tampa, and I'd really like to be a part of something similar in Camden. Also, I have decided to start looking for jobs with local cultural and heritage organizations, one of the few things my degree in anthropology actually qualifies me for. And, as always, I am still thinking about graduate school. My fear of more debt is almost as great as my fear of rejection, and knowing that I am a remarkably average candidate on paper quite worries me. (However, in person, I am not only charming and lovely, but I am sharp as a tack, and I really know my shit, but these things don't always translate well in an application.) My three year old niece's mantra the other day was "I am not only beautiful, I am extra EXTRA tough." Whenever I am feeling weak, I think of this.