Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I've been looking for bookends forever but couldn't find anything I loved. I wanted something interesting and quirky, but beautiful and classy. Why didn't I think of Etsy first? A quick peruse (I wasn't even looking for bookends) and I came across these. How awesome are they? It's sand-filled burlap with a monogram stamp. And a bird to boot. Love, love, love. Now, if only shipping to flipping England didn't cost so much. Ah well-- put it away in my design file for the future.
Friday, January 21, 2011
I know I've posted this already. This song always makes me cry. (Her whole album is great, but this is the best song...) I love it.Listen to it here.
All About Your Heart
Mindy Gledhill, Kendra Lowe
© Blue Morph Music 2010 (BMI), Kendra Lowe (ASCAP)
I don’t mind your odd behavior
It’s the very thing I love
If you were an ice cream flavor
You would be my favorite one
My imagination sees you
Like a painting by Van Gogh
Starry nights and bright sunflowers
Follow you where you may go
Oh, I’ve loved you from the start
In every single way
And more each passing day
You are brighter than the stars
Believe me when I say
It’s not about your scars
It’s all about your heart
You’re a butterfly held captive
Small and safe in your cocoon
Go on you can take your time
Time is said to heal all wounds
Like a lock without a key
Like a mystery without a clue
There is no me if I cannot have you
Thursday, January 20, 2011
We've all heard the oft-used phrase that "dreams are the conscious desires of the subconscious mind." Perhaps that's true. But a bigger part of me thinks that maybe it's just human nature to wonder what might have been. You can be completely and utterly content in your waking life but every so often your dreams tell you something else. Most people don't take dreams for anything other than what they are-- your mind totally relaxing and wandering from place to place. I don't usually dream, and tend to be one of those people who don't think much of them when I do. I mean, in college I had a Krull-like science fiction dream, still vividly remembered because of all the gore. Just plain bizarre. But inner meaning? Probably not so much.
What do you dream about? Are you ever haunted by your dreams?