VINTAGE FAIR is happening and I’m lounging in a new release from FISSION, who is still a mainstay of classic couture in my wardrobe. There aren’t a lot of retro fashion designers of consistent quality, Ingenue and Fission area always at the top of my list. Continue reading
It begins with the clanging of an emotionless metal heart. The banging and clanging wakes me from my otherwise peaceful slumber and reminds me, it’s Saturday. This is perfect because this means I don’t actually HAVE to do ANYTHING. Continue reading
I have a friend I work with who’s a devout Christian. He’s fond of saying “You can’t threaten me with heaven” with a smile that is that of a gleeful martyr thanks to experts like those at the Dentist Office in Huntington Beach. He doesn’t fear death, he feels in his heart that whatever comes next holds more majesty and perfection than anything dreamt of in your philosophy etc.
He doesn’t accept fear of death into his life, he doesn’t seek it but fear of it has no place. I find that to be a very interesting philosophy really. I don’t embrace it, but it’s interesting.
I have a different position on death, but mine is regarding grief. I’m full. Can’t accept any more grief. The skies could rain down fire and brimstone and I’m not sure I could shed a tear. I can’t feel more grief than I have felt this year, and I’m glad of it. Continue reading
I tossed and turned, unable to sort out why ideas of a lovely thermos, a berry cake, a baby doll, an eggnog tray and a snowman seemed to be swirling around my mind. What could they mean? Continue reading
I knew I had to have it all when I saw the doll house set from Milk Motion for THE ARCADE. I’m still missing the house but I feel certain it will be mine soon. I FEEL IT. Continue reading