Thursday, December 20, 2012

girl





THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
5
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

-a vagabond song

Bliss Carman. 1861


A favorite, written around the same time our house was built!
The wind is rattling these old bones and whipping the forlorn leaves around..along with the first flurries of snow, a white Christmas perhaps?



My girl..the first antique photo/frame I ever bought. This old girl's made it through a lot. It's the kind of eerie old photo whose eyes seem to follow your every move.
Perfect colors and a Tambourine in hand.
I like to pretend she's my long lost great grandma.
 Her music making hangs over my old record player and stand.


I've been working on my mantle, I like to change it up with the seasons. The weather outside is frightful..these make me dream of pretty places.





summer sounds and beekeeper bookmarks


comfy/cozy
wearing my warmest over the knee sweater socks and oversized wool..so warm. This old cardigan follows me everywhere, vintage Irish wool with perfect little grandma pockets-homes of Donegal "MacGintys BallyBofey"





teal is having a moment in my life right now..

I'm working on painting a few more little accents, put those alleyway saves to good use haha


Hope you're staying warm!





update:



I always felt like I was missing a part of my story by not knowing anything about my father's family(adopted in the 60's in Decatur, IL) I only knew the birth name. It was an odd surname and I wasn't sure of the spelling. At an outdoor antique market in Chicago('08) I was inspecting an eclectic mix of curiosities (the kind I can never resist, 5 things for 5 dollars) when I found a victorian velvet photo album. I was drawn to the wonderful details, and all of the pages were cut out. 


A list of ancient sounding names was scrawled in cursive inside the cover. I saw the name. It was my dad's middle name and last name with a spelling I would have never considered. I brought the photo album home and would occasionally reference that name to search. After many years something finally surfaced, it was my grandparents obituaries. 
They look just like him. 
Both had passed in the last year, living into their 90's and dying within months of each other. I had actually found an 1800's photo album of my missing ancestors.


My great grandmother was named Belle. She was from France with a last name meaning 'sea'

Life is sometimes strange but beautiful. 
I feel like I solved a little mystery.(my story)

2 comments:

Caramella said...

I just came back from a stroll in the center, it was freezing in town. Nice to be home. Loved your pictures. I am a new follower.

Circus Girl (Zoë) said...

Lovely! ♥ Zoë x