Tuesday, December 22, 2009

On the eve of our next decade..

December 31, 1919

Dear Friends and Lovers,

I thought I'd share a few tidbits on those I hold near and dear. These great photos come from the archives of my damefriend, Natalie (she's "Nats" I'm "Monty"). On as many weekends as we can, we venture up to the great manse, my friends Katie and Micah, are caretakers for. We all enjoy each others company most of all whilst we watch movies, sauna, and drink champagne breakfasts.

Here lies my narration:

This is the Lynch girls (Katie and Lenaya) and I. Can't even remember when this was taken, but I was separated from them at birth and now we've reunited!

This is Fellini (nee John). He plays steel guitar whilst I accordian with him. Someday, we'll be famous.

Micah holding the Ark of the Covenant.

Katie and Micah in the Red Room. More like Redrum. This room is SO haunted. Jenna one time talked and walked in her sleep there and told "?" "what to do you want?! get away from here!"

C'est Moi. Lounging by the pool in my robe. Per usual.

We are forever thankful that Katie and Micah are generous enough to let us enjoy time with them. I can't wait until I'm 70 (circa 1984) and will recall the days of my young manhood.

See you in the 1920!

With the violence of my affections,
D.-H. O. M.

Monday, December 21, 2009

A silver tongue for the chosen one

When I was little, I used to imagine what it would be like to swim around my house. I'd swim upstairs and grab my stuffed dog puppet, Wrinkles, and my real dog, dive downstairs and make sure my sister was ok, then we'd all go out the back door and swim up to the surface.
Whats a fire and why does it, what's the word? Burn?

Thursday, December 17, 2009

I woke up this morning with the jinx around my bed...

...I didn't have no daddy to hold my aching head

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.

I love the Arabic proverb above. Which brings me to today's lesson:

My friend Sarah sent me the link to Mademoiselle Molly Fryxell's set from her trip to Morocco, knowing that I'd love them. Well, she was so right! I LOVE LOVVE them. The way she captures the little things, the things found from a keen observer, is perfection. It seems that every Swedish girl takes amazing pictures, has great style and covetable blog.
do further research.

Monday, December 14, 2009

What sort of things do poor folk do?

"Bob is very rich, and very generous. Unlike some of the members of his race, he spends much of his time laughing at himself.

'What a lovely new car, Bob.'

A deep sigh, and a faint rattle of chains. 'How one manages, my dear, on a mere pittance, I do not know.' And then, turning to George, his chaffeur...'George....chives!'

'Yes, sir.'

'You don't mind, Beverley my dear? There isn't a chive in London. I've scoured the entire city. So I thought if Oldfield could give me the teeniest clump....'"

-Laughter on the Stairs
Beverley Nichols

Friday, December 11, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Gustave Doré

For any of you who loved (loves) fairy tales, I recommend this book. These fairy tales are tied into the personal journey of little boy through another world. Without spilling the beans, he conquers a multitude of fears and learns a great deal. It made me weep and I haven't cried whilst reading a book since Little Boy Lost, so if that's an incentive...

An added bonus: In the back of the book the author goes through every tale used, talks about its origins, and puts in how it was changed for the story. Did you know that in the original Sleeping Beauty, medieval Perceforest, Briar Rose was raped in her sleep and gave birth to a baby without waking up? Thank God, the Brothers Grimm changed that little tidbit.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm warm in the shadows here

Stop everything you're doing. Gild your eyelids. Rouge those cheekbones. Shellac that coiffe. Throw on your best poly. And watch this music video. Try not to let it blow apart your eyeballs!

Dearheart Shilough showed this to me this weekend and I have no way to show my gratitude! (servantdom? my 18 year old dachshund? servantdom?)
All I can say is O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Golden Jubilee

This weekend I turn 50! The hot flashes haven't been bad, it's the nightsweats that get me! Here's a picture of Brooke and I as wee children. She was my best friend at this age and the two of us were like Scout and Dill in To Kill a Mockingbird. Her mom was an artist and always used to take us around, taking pictures and painting us. I can still remember how that deck smelled (pine trees and oil paint). Do you ever wonder what happened to your childhood friends?

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Every day I'm late for dinner, Monday night I'm ten pounds thinner

Olivier Theysken's raven feathers from his days at Rochas.
I literally bunted into him outside the Martin Margiela store in Paris. I turned magenta and almost fainted consecutively.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Moon Pulls

The abandoned Maison de Viron in Belgium. Photos by Fritz Vrielink.

My favorite.

Wedding Bell Wednesday

Here are some of the photos from the Charleston wedding a few weeks back. The photographer, Shannon Michele, was really a master. Look at the blog post here to see some more from Chris and Corrie's wedding. These definitely came out better than mine.

My love is like a cabbage
That's easy cut in two.
The leaves I'll give to others
But the heart I'll keep for you.

~Irish Proverb

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

"You run to the wolf in me"

Holy cow jumping over the moon, are you looking at the moon right now?! It's "like a big snowball."

Confession: I've seen 'Moonstruck' 2738569874 times. It's probably my favorite all around easy movie. I can quote every line, and I do in my head almost daily.

Now that I got that off my chest, I understand if you never want to read this blog again, but for you doubters, I dare you to rent that movie and not love it.

"That's the most tormented man"