For
years
I
have
believed
that
the
only
reason
it
was
never
possible
was
because
i’m
being
honest
and
no
matter
what,
time
always
solves
everything.
Irving Penn
Mrs. Rhinelander Stewart,
New York
1948
This portrait resonates as one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, portrayed by one of the greatest photographers to ever live. I’d say darn near perfection. I could only strive to be this elegant!
A Hairy Subject: Hair
MOST ANYONE THAT KNOWS ME would likely, probably describe me to a stranger in several words: “Curly hair” and “short.” I think that most people that don’t know my name think of me as, “That girl with curly hair” (sometimes the word “petite” is tossed in there for good measure). The word “curly” will always be a descriptive, and I like that. A lot.
The problem is, curly hair is the most bittersweet thing. It’s a blessing, as one of my customers told me today, “Your hair is gorgeous. Natural, I bet. God bless it.” On many occasions I’ve had strangers approach me in public, ask to touch it, and stroke it before I can give them a yes or no answer (I would probably say “no”…because it’s usually STRANGE!) And of course there’s the classic “Is that natural?” always followed by, “My daughter/niece/best friend’s sister has curly hair…” (to which I never know how to respond). What’s un-cool about curly hair is you shed. A LOT. I can’t escape it. Other people get to enjoy/stroke it, but I have to carry this hot mess on my head all day, every day—and it’s a hot, hairy and highly frizzified mess.
I’m starting to think all good things must come to an end—or, in my case, split ends.
Should I cut it really short? Judges? My last cut was in March and it’s getting dangerously gnarly.
Recyclination
Recyclination: The inclination to recycle.
Holly and I started a recycling blog as an assignment for one of our classes. The task was to design a project that explores the idea of making our university greener. We decided to create our blog and advertise it around campus, as well demonstrate the dent that “just two people” can make in the game of recycling. We feel that often times the act of recycling is not given a fair chance because an individual might assume, “I’m just me, just one person, and this one bottle that I throw in the trash isn’t going to matter.” So from now until December, we’ll be saving recyclables from their displacement in trash cans, parking lots—whatever crosses our paths—then returning them to their rightful recycling bin. We’ll be keeping track of how much we collect and posting photographs of our finds each day. We’ll be glorified bag ladies. We’ll probably get dirty looks. But by the end of our project, if all goes as planned, we hope to shed light on how much two people in one community can, in fact, make a difference.
Check out our project at http://recyclination.tumblr.com/
I bought this necklace today at a thrift store for $4.79. It’s a vintage Crown Trifari necklace—”pre-eminent jewelry” or somesuch. I’ve been researching it online and can’t find a spot of information about the necklace, not a single look-alike. Anyhow, it’s beautiful, and heavy, and it looks fancy and expensive. It’s in great shape, too. I’m curious to know the story behind it and how it landed at the Dakota Boys Ranch Thrift in Dilworth, MN…
…oh, well. It’s on my neck now. Happy day.
Ah, Yes.
Noteworthy: What?
Fall = favorite season, yesterday = most glorious scenery of year
Mom sent me a package of Halloween Oreos = delish
Life is (somewhat) organized = sweet, cool
Fall break is just a hop, skip + jump away = SIGH
—and—
The boy-frand comes to visit in a week = !!!!!!!!
Glorious.
Some days
cannot come
soon enough
“I have learned that to be with those I like, is enough.”
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