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 who's subject's eyes seem to follow your every move. Love it. 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 busy 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!



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