Christys’ Crown Series Blair Cloche.

I really love hats now. Actually I’ve always loved hats, frilly girly big and vintage looking. But I was never brave enough to wear them. Now I say “what the hell?” Go ahead, be jealous of my devil may care attitude. Because I love this hat. Cloche….. cloche….. and I love the word.

Nine West Bayles at Zappos.com.

I love this idea!  Boots and open toes.  Combining two of my obsessions…. boots and socks. Now I can wear awesome cowboy boots and funky socks and show a little bit of my rebellious nature.  Practical me says “but won’t your toes get cold in winter?” and rebel me says “wool baby!”.

Sephora: Lolita Lempicka L de Lolita Lempicka: Women’s Fragrance.

Lolita Lempicka…. how you tempt me with your pretty bottles of liquid bliss.  I want to swim in your ocean and be caught in your golden net.  I didn’t know there was another Lolita Lempicka fragrance.  Must find and try.

Custom Hand Appliqued Silk Rose Wedding or Party by louiseblack.

Louise Black has the most beautiful original clothing I have ever seen.  I love this dress.  Love the colors, the cut, the rosettes…… I want to buy it and wear it every day.  Check out more of her creations!

Circus Sideshow Lamp Shade Lampshade by SpookyShades on Etsy.

What a beautiful lampshade.  I love creative people doing what they do best.

And I am running to meet it!  I love today how I felt so free to do things, whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.  Within reason of course.  But it is so nice to have a day off and jump around doing 10,000 things at once.  Reading and shopping online, researching business and marketing ideas, learning a new way to hem pants, sketching out 10 new ideas of things to make.  My mind is racing and I am trying to keep up with it.

It is rainy and windy, my hair was whipping around my face I could barely see crossing the street. I love the wind when it is like this. Just a few leaves blowing around, making crinkling sounds as they go by. But the sun is still shining enough that you feel like you can sit in a sheltered spot and get a suntan if you wanted. Beautiful fall.

This is my new game.  Who am I today.  I will give you no clues.  The only way you will find out who I am is by picking the wrong person.  Then try to come back from that.

There are so few times in life that one gets to take a few seconds to enjoy the things that nature has to offer.  I really have been living my life in a blur, rushing from one  moment to the next.  What is the point?  I don’t think there is one.  It certainly isn’t making me any happier.  Everyone says you need to step outside your comfort zone, why?  Isn’t that the best place to be?  Where life is good and beautiful and no one can touch your emotions, no one can step on your feelings.  Do we really need to share our life with so many people who don’t deserve to be a part?

Planted my little raised garden this past weekend.  I wanted to try something new in the vegetable department and saw a fennel plant and said “sure, come to my house”.  It hadn’t been planted about 5 hours when I came back and saw that a bunny had chewed on a couple of leaves and pulled the whole plant out.  So I replanted it.  The next morning, the whole plant was gone.  Mr. Bunny had chewed it all the way down to the ground.  So, if you see a bunny and it has licorice on its breath, that is the one. 

I have been all nostalgic lately.  Life is zooming by and things I had wanted to achieve by now aren’t possible.  I will never be a child actor.  I will never be Miss America.  I will never be able to be Tuesday from the Addams Family for Halloween.  And by the way, never put on a Tuesday costume if you are over 40ish.  I still have nightmares of me in the movie “What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?”.  That is the movie with Bette Davis where she dresses up like a little girl and looks ghastly, right?   Most depressing Halloween ever.

So now I think “Grey Gardens”.  I will be Little Edie, I will be the crazy child-like adult who wears sweaters wrapped around my head and feeds raccoons that live in my attic loaves of bread.  I will dance and march around my house and imagine myself in my glory days, if I ever had some.  Who cares what anyone thinks?  That is the one nice thing about getting older, you become invisible.  I feel like I am invisible.  Like I am screaming at the top of my lungs and no one hears me.