while i don't entirely get the whole gothic/sweet lolita thing, i totally appreciate seeing it in action. everybody's got their thing and its really fun seeing people full on geek out on their thing. that's really what this girl is doing right? totally geeking out on her thing and its sort of awesome. (plus, she was really nice. she was our booth neighbor's helper and she was as sweet as she looks. also, freckles. COME ON.)
this couple. OHMYGOD i love them. i'm not sure where i first saw a link to these pictures because it was blogged and reblogged, tweeted and retweeted, over and over again. that's not to say i didn't click over and over again. i did. and these pictures made me happy, each and every time. i don't know who this couple is but i want to be their friends. seriously. they ROCK.
this afternoon wil wheaton tweeted a link to this story and to this blog post. i listened, read and knew that i was going to need to watch stand by me tonight. i'd caught bits and pieces of it recently but i hadn't actually watched the entire movie in years. and so i did.
i forgot. i really did. i forgot how magical that movie is. first of all, how can this movie be 25 years old when it made me feel like i was 11 again. i remembered sitting with my best friend marni, underneath the giant oak tree at our elementary school arguing over who was cuter, wil wheaton or river phoenix. we had bought tickets to another movie and snuck in to see stand by me since it was rated R. it was awesome.
it was the summer before everything changed. our elementary school fed into two jr. high schools and this was our last school year all together. marni & i would do to the same school but many of our friends wouldn't. there would also be a ton of new kids in jr. high. things started to get complicated, the way they do. so that summer was it for us. there were no dead bodies but we rode our bikes for miles and miles, we got into a fair amount of trouble, we ate nothing but candy, listened to music and we talked for hours and hours. replace these boys with girls and you've got it.
a magic movie. really and truly. its sad and beautiful and hilarious. it captures those moments, those very last moments of childhood perfectly.
incidentally, river phoenix breaks my heart now but wil wheaton is still cuter. then again, i always did like the smart boys.
this owl. i first spied him at the antique store in march. i didn't buy him. i think i was still recovering from packing all our stuff, moving it 2000 miles, and was wondering why we have so much stuff. a new owl, however cute, would just add to the stuff. but then i went back in july and he was still there. i felt like it was meant to be. and really, who could resist this?
i didn't always love yellow - unless it was in daffodil form. one day i bought a pair of yellow sunglasses and all bets were off. i wanted yellow jewelry and yellow hair acccessories. i bought the most lucious yellow silk dupioni and made most popular pair of shoe clips. i bought a yellow skirt and yellow shoes. i couldn't get enough yellow. we even moved into a little yellow house.
a couple weeks ago i ordered a daffodil wrap dress from ureshii. i would be lying if i said i didn't question my sanity more than a few times. that dress was going to be a LOT OF YELLOW - was i going to end up looking like big bird? it came yesterday and i'm here to tell you: best. decision. ever.
i'll take a full length picture at some point. i'm pretty sure i'm going to wear the hell out of this dress this summer.
words, more often than not, fail me. its usually when something as cataclysmic as what happened in japan happens. i feel the pain acutely, i want to do something, i want to express how i'm feeling and i just can't. words seem small.
if you've been reading this blog for awhile you know that katrina was different for me. i was heartbroken. i was raw and ihadtowrite. so i wrote.
so, here we are again. and my words seems small. many other's don't. two blog posts i've read in particular have stuck with me - one by my friend, brenda, and another by skinny laminx, someone whose work i've admired for a long time. its sad that these posts had be written but i love that they were.
shana is a wearer of knee socks, lover of pie, horror movies and shiny things. she writes about horror and other things, makes pie and shiny things in portland, oregon, where she lives with her husband, shawn (aka shampton). she is the vintage jewelry and yoyo obsessed woman behind the cookoorikoo curtain. email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.