Adela, Adela, Adela!

Tonight, local fashion shops came together for a fashion show at a fancy Italian restaurant. For Miss Ruth's Time Bomb, Adela was chosen to open and close the show! Sorry for the horrible quality - it was bad lighting and my camera apparently doesn't catch movement well.
These are Adela's sisters; we had the privilege of sitting in a little alcove where we could talk more privately and spy on the other guests who actually bought meals at the restaraunt before the show started.

Yum!

Adela modeled two vintage dresses.
This is one of the store owners, Sarah.
Adela again, as the Prom Queen at the end.

The whole thing was exciting and pretty fun to watch. Must get on with some homework now, see you!

tag - I'm it!

I was tagged by frenchie jane...
Directions:1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.

What is your current obsession? I'm not really obsessed with anything right now...no wait: summer.

Good coffee place? Starbucks (of course).

Do you nap alot? Nope.

What is the last thing you ate? A glass of milk (love it).

What was the last thing you bought? Oh wow, I haven't bought anything in a while.

What are you listening to right now? Flora's Secret -- Enya.

What is your favorite weather? When it's warm and almost too hot, but there's a breeze.

What is on your bedside table? Lots of little stuff: a notebook, a book, a Tazo bottle that I fill up with change, a chapstick, a small tray for all my pendants, probably a pencil...

Say something to the person who tagged you- I adore the photoshoot you did "forget me not."

If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world where would it be? Maybe I'd just stick it out in PA.

Guiltiest pleasure you're willing to admit here? Dunno...hmm, I never really do anything consistently that I feel guiltily pleasured about...

Name the things you can't live without? My contact lenses, my denim shorts, milk.

What would you like to have in your hands right now? A letter from a friend.

What is your favorite tea flavor? Sugar Plum Spice, by Celestial Seasonings. With a little honey, it's WONDERFUL. and tazo chai; it's so strong.

are you happy with yourself? I am content being who I am, that's the way God made me.

What's your favorite brand of jeans? American Eagle. great fit.

What style trend is the hardest for you to adopt? I think this might be more of a fad: stirrup tights. Yeuck.

If you could go anywhere in the world in the next hour where would you go? I'd like to see India.

What is your favorite scent? The after-rain smell outdoors, citrus, chai tea.

Who is your fashion icon? I'm not as in to fashion as some, so I don't have a style icon.

Tell me your dreams -I want to do art. Painting, drawing, creating, on and on, forever and ever...sigh.

I tag:

Adela

Emy Augustus

Elisa

Frock around the clock

Zoe

notebook doodles

Olive the Brave

Jess

Btw, Happy Earth Day!!

the [library] adventures of benedict the egg

Well. This should have been posted on Saturday, but for various reasons, I couldn't upload the pics until now. Let me explain first, before you get strange ideas in your heads. In my bible class, we are doing a unit on relationship, marriage, parenthood, etc. In lou (?) to the parenthood part, we have to carry an egg around for a week to symbolize a child. I think some schools might use baby dolls? Anyway, no, it's not hardboiled, and I have already cracked him (rolled out of his basket while in the car, but he's okay). His name is Benedict.


This is my sister; I really love how this photo turned out with the stained glass window in the background.
This is my goofy friend, currently calling herself "Elmo" or "the demented chicken who can't fly," currently lying on the library floor. Don't worry, it was way back in the adult fiction section, so no one saw us. At least, very few did. :P
Me 'n my little baby.

That's my goofy friend's hand in the back there.

Ugh, it's Monday again. Ah well. Hang in there everyone, summer is in sight!!!

argh! I can't think of a good title for this post

First off, I'm sick...again. Last night I had the chills and a fever, now I just feel drained. It's weird, because I'm the kind of person who gets a brief cold once a year -- not real sickness. *sigh* I hope this doesn't go on as long as the last time about two months ago (four weeks of being sick!). Well, anyway...

Yesterday my friend and I walked downtown to the library (yeah, I know, not the most ideally fun thing to do on an Easter break) and sat in one of the back isles reading.

As you can see, we have different tastes in literature... :-)
The sharpie-ed shoes I'm wearing are really fun to walk in, because they sound like dull tap shoes when they're on a hard surface.
There's this lovely old purple door downtown that I've always loved. Well, it appears that someone kicked part of it in. Needless to say, I am not happy about it.
Does anyone know the name of this flower? I can't remember.

Have a good rest of the week, ya'll!

a bright bright Easter day

Happy Easter!

I awoke at the ridiculously early hour of 7:00 (for a weekend anyway) and journeyed over to my neighbors' yard to have a photoshoot with their forsythia bush (there isn't one in our yard -- don't worry, I asked ahead of time. :)). The lighting was perfect because the sun was just rising.

Last night our neighbors (yes, the same ones) were gone on a trip and asked us to babysit their dog. WELL. Kitty-Diddy wasn't too happy about that. It was funny watching them confront each other; they'd stand and stare for minutes, and then the dog would yap at her. He's back at his home now, but Kitty is still searching the house for him.

Argh, I've had the song Macavity from "Cats" stuck in my head for three days now...

"Praise God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is so good, and by raising Jesus from death, he has given us new life and a hope that lives on." ~1 Peter 1.3

peace.

little stars dancing in the sunshine

Yes, I wrote the poem.

We go through life
Searching for our soulmate
A perfect being
An angel of our imagination
What we find
is an imperfect human
Only then do we come to realize
That what we have
now
Is what we were looking for
all along

(photo from weheartit.com)

peace.

i really hate the phrase "think pink"

It's so cheesy, like it's trying to be funny in rhyming but it's really just...not. Okay, sorry for that mini rant.

Yesterday my friend and I went walking downtown and just talked. Like, for hours. It was great, because I've been needing to have a good old heart-to-heart with someone, but for various reasons, I hadn't.

We stopped by a craft show to see Adela and her younger sister and their stand. Adela was selling jewelry and decorative fairies, and her sister was selling little cross-stitch nick-nacks and homemade greeting cards. Then we walked around some more and I took some photos of these gorgeous blossoming trees.

Adela setting up her stuff...(pictured above)

One of her sister's cross-stitch things.

Some fairies...

An example of her jewelry...
Adela's little sister looking kinda freaky...


My outfit today was pink... (below..sorry, I'm still trying to decide if I like to put the photos info above or below the photo; any input?)

Psst, I have to share this really amazing recipe with you. My cousin came up with it and let me in on it. You know the flavored steamed milk you can get at a cafe? It tasted like that, and there's even the foam on top afterward.

You heat up one cup of milk (I used skim milk in a mug in the microwave for 1 minute), then add 2 TBSP brown sugar (at least, that's what the recipe said, but I found 1 TBSP sufficient) and 1/4 tsp vanilla extract. 'Tis yummy.

ugh...Sunday evenings are the worst time of the week for me, at least during the schoolyear, because you look into your future and see a whole other week ahead of you.

lots of hugs!

a random essay i felt like writing

Okay, this isn't really an essay, it's more of a rant, but it's something that's been coming up again and again in my mind and I feel like writing about it. So if you are not interested in art nouveau/ women's roles in the art nouveau movement, don't read this.
Because art nouveau ("new art": circa the turn of the 20th century) was an offspring of the arts and crafts movement a few decades before, its style is very decorative. It was all about design. Works often had a very organic feel to them -- floral, plant and animal designs were incorporated into art, but sometimes even just swirls and curly shapes were sufficient. Women were also a popular subject: slender maidens with impossibly lengthy hair and barely-there flowy gowns. These figures adorned everything from candlestick holders to doorframes to posters (sidetrack: typography became more of an art form during this period than ever before).

Alphonse Mucha (I don't remember the source).

This topic is kinda tricky. Art nouveau artists have sometimes been criticized for their portrayal of women as mere decorations instead of soulful beings. My belief, though, is that it was more to demonstrate woman's beauty in association with nature than treating her as an object. Artists sought to show the organic relationship between women and the natural world: trees, flowers, animals, sunsets, etc. Women were a glorious inspiration for this time in art -- females in general, but also particular individuals such as Sarah Bernhardt and Loie Fuller (sidetrack: Loie Fuller's unique form of dance paved the way for modern dance as it is today).

In addition to frivolous beauty there was a sense of eroticism and mystery to the artists' creations. A few examples below...
Death and Life. Gustav Klimt. Though most of the faces in this picture are obscure and only partly visible, the viewer can still see the tense passion of the people as death approaches.
The Peacock Skirt. Aubrey Beardsley. Wavy shapes and intricate patterns add drama to this picture.
The Kiss. August Rodin. This is one of my favorite sculptures because of how much emotion Rodin was able to capture in marble. Look at how she is gripping her arm around his neck, and how her right foot is pressing her body forward. Likewise, his hand is resting on her thigh gently and firmly at the same time (how did Rodin do that?!). The unfinished look to the marble slab gives the appearance of the lovers growing out of it, or to put it a different way, bonded by it; there is an enormous sense of unity and one-ness in this sculpture.

This was probably a boring post to some of you, I know, and it is a definite switch from what I usually write, but I just finished a book on art nouveau and these thoughts had been circulating in my brain so long I had to get them out in words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading. I realize I sort of left the end hanging; this was more just getting my ideas down than actually constructing an essay. So if you have any constructive criticism/comments, please go ahead!

I can't belief it's Thursday already. This week has been going so fast for me!