Allurement, charm, elegance, exquisiteness, fascination and whimsical, eclectic, damaged, morbid, curious, distorted, macabre, twisted, eccentric, observant, grotesque, dark romanticism!!!
Mr. Tim Burton & Ms. Helena Bonham Carter - a daughter - congratulation!
A iced coffee and kitten and fog.
ABOUT ME
- COFFEE & MORPHINE
- Married and Purr-baby: Baby Brie. FAVORITE THINGS: Coffee, Husband's pillow, Rain, Ocean, Jelly's, Real Letters, Dolphins, Pearls, Rustic Industrial, Creme Brulee, Fox, Cruelty Free, Raw Honey, Chopper Motorcycles, Introvert, Cast Iron, Bear, Black Comedy, Wolf, Manatees, Black Fishnets, Narwhals, My Bed, Norway (maternal grand-grandma), Horses, Clean Soft Straight Long Hair (men), Abalone, Guns, Paisley, Avocados, Bunnies, Sewing, Marzipan, Painting, Cats/Kittens, Whiskers (animals), Octopus, Dad's Whistle, Wood, Alfalfa, Snowflakes, Fog, Swans, Rocks, Owls, Moonstone, Norwegian sweaters, Great Pyrenees dog, Montmartre, Raccoon, Driftwood, Gardening, Bats, Curious, Macabre, Headstrong and Obstinate girl.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
IN YOUR WINTERTIME
Good winter to you all!!! For a while there it did not seem as though winter was ever going to get here. But the mornings are crisp and the evenings jacket worthy. I LOVE WINTER!!! The mittens, the scarves, the hot cocoa, the icicles...ICICLES!!! Even though we do not get too many here! I honestly believe everyone has a little bit of grizzly in their blood when it winter time. It seems as though "stocking up on food" is the norm. Whether it is turkey and ham or cinnamon rolls and breads. Food just tastes better in the winter. You never hear of someone making a fruit cake in the summer...its bad enough in the winter! Such a lovely feeling to light candle and put on your slippers!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
PENS & PENCILS
I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."
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