words & lace: a sneak peek
July 9, 2009
A very brief preview into the lace half of sheRhytswell @ Etsy. They’re delicate, yet strong. and make enough of a statement to start a trend yet understated enough to be subtle and feminine. I’m telling you, they’re brilliant.
All the lace is vintage and handcut. I’m so excited! It’s hard not to hoard them and wear three at a time.
Yeah, I’ve tried already. Bad idea.
more than seven
July 9, 2009
You can’t take the beauty out of the world. You can’t take anything with you. I tried to capture the sound of the wind in a jar, even the last flickering of the summer day lingering in the tiny bulbs of a firefly, but the wind won’t sing in a jar and the day will end in one. So, you must learn to collect it. Collect beauty and keep it on bits of paper, between page leaves, in envelopes stuffed full of old pictures, in your jewellery box wrapped in tissue thin lace, on your bookshelf and media centre, but most importantly, in your heart.
My God you’re beautiful. I collect you and nights at the opera and Saturday morning cups of tea and all the things that make this life like strolling through an art gallery. Life is full of more than seven wonders.
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How to Be an Explorer of the World
July 7, 2009
à la keri smith
quick question
July 6, 2009
he might smell like sandalwood soap
July 6, 2009
handkerchiefs and a shave set, its brush and soap sitting on sterling silver stand. starched stiff collars and monogrammed cufflinks. worn watch face and dark-rimmed glasses. mints and lint in his pocket, coffee mug rings on his desk. leather wallet, one tweed blazer and an underused cashmere scarf. he clears his throat often, folds the corners of his pages and takes cream and sugar. worn brown Converses and the perfect pair of blue-grey jeans. an iPod full of spoken poetry and old-school reggae. has yet to reach 26 but is already deep and rich like the ebony desk where he sketches my hand over and over, but just the way it looks when it holds his.
do you see him? sense him? smell him? could you love him?
the beautiful certain
July 3, 2009
There are words we love (like yes), words to which we are indifferent (like flour) and words we hate…for me, they are the words should, money, and routine. I dislike being told I should do something, should be something, or should not _____ something. I’d prefer a suggestion. I dislike the problems that surround money; the wanting more of it when there isn’t enough or the often degenerative changes from having too much of it. I dislike the implications of routine. Immediately, I think boring, stale, even lazy. But recently, I’ve been relishing in the beautiful certain of my relationship.
Like the sound of his voice on most mornings; when he’s rushing out the door, still sleepy-eyed with an extra note or two of bass in his voice. I love these conversations. They are never usually about anything important and to the average eavesdropper, they’d sound truly ridiculous, but the certainty that I’ll laugh, hear eight specific letters arranged in an especially comforting pattern is, I suppose, one of the side effects of being in love: the hoarding of otherwise meaningless artifacts for profound sentimental reasons. I hang them on a line in my heart.
every day I love you
The beauty in that certainty. Rolling over to the thought that there is someone (a few inches away next to you, or in my case: 44,352,000 inches away) thinks you are the height of heaven inspires a unique confidence. It is a different creature, the satisfaction of love’s assurance.
A beautiful part of love is routine. The ice-cream traditions and the expectations of Sunday nights is what builds the strength of a union. Those exotic memories of sand and champagne too, but the comfort, the familiarity, the beautiful certain. That’s it. That’s everything.
“If I get married, I want to be very married.” – Audrey Hepburn
…sigh. very married. sounds thrilling.
no, this isn’t an announcement. more of a plan actually. x!
