Lavendar Dreams.

Happy belated Easter!

Yay!

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I still have a candy-high!

Yay!

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Hahah.

This is a quick, stout, fat little post full of pictures. Nice change in scenery.

I wore this outfit for Easter.

And took some great pictures out in natural sunlight, oh Godly mythological blessing, but unfortunately I took the pictures on my buddy's camera, and she has yet to send them to me.

So I made do with some more on-the-kitchen-floor-at-three A.M. pictures.

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Yay?

"Wot, wot?"

I also wore this to the library book sale today.

And found some 1st edition Doctor Doolittle books from the '20s.

Some Dickens.

Some Faulkner.

The Darjeeling Limited (my favorite movie!).

A book on Vaudeville and mimes.

And one on Goya and Valezquez.

A Buzzcocks CD.

And a Cher record.

*blushes*

Cher and I share a birthday.

Ahahah.

"Bad puns," my mother says, "are not necessarily jokes."

Gahhh.

I laughed.

Supposedly that orb by my knee-cap is a ghost.

But Lord.

He's awful small.

That makes me a little sad.

May-Day tambourine of my dreams: Estate Sale


Broody facial expression: Adolescence

Gypsy Romance.

Circa 1965.

G-G-Groovy.

Film Noir black and white portrait.

Just thrown in there to mix things up a little.

Yeah.

Outift: product of a year's worth of holidays

Dress: Easter Bunny ("Hi Mom!")

Sweater: Early Birthday Present

Socks: Christmas

Brazilian Wooden Platforms: Free Shop $20

Scarf: Vintage '20s

If that buddy ever gets back to me - "Ahem, Kirsten" - then more pictures, perhaps taken in the rare outside world, will follow.

And it helps to take that message with another shot of Cadbury "Yay!"

XOXO

Caity

So Unlike Me.

So I took some pictures a few days ago in the spirit of Spring. I love the outfit, but I'm not sure I love the pictures. Could my poses be anymore theatrical? Anyway, it has sort of a Jazz Age feel to it that's very genuine, and very old-timey - sort of carnival/theater/Adam and Eve. Hahaha, I look good with that granny smith.

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Looking at all these wonderful little bloggers like Ana of Silver Wings and Ella of Rebel Angel lately, I was inspired to try something more whimsical, and will continue to be inspired until I feel like I have stepped out of a BBC reproduction of a Jane Austen novel. Aghh, not quite there, with my little round sixties sunnies and my frye boots, but Lord, it's the thought that counts 'eh? And anyway, I feel like I could be.

(^.^)

Dress: Urban Outfitters

Frye Boots: Sale Basket Somewhere

Belt: Marshalls

Sweater: Marshalls

Sunglasses: Vintage Market



Attitude: Vintage


On the note of personal advancement, shopping, and whathaveyou, nothing much breathes. I fell truly, madly, and certainly deeply in love with a pink ruffly Juicy Couture bathing suit and a grey James Pearse tank-top, and somehow managed to make eyes sweet enough to make my mother want to buy them for me. My cash flow rushed, bubbled, trickled, and then whispered to a halt. What..is the economy making people interested in their children again? Have we no need for babysitters now? Somebody could have told me!!
*shakes fist at sky with no expectations*
Buggar.
And you know what? You know what???
I miss those kids. Those hordes of demon-spawn. We had so much fun together. I feel...empty. Incomplete. Saaaddd-ffaaaccceeee.
School just isn't filling the gaps that our Deans of education would have you believe it could. Really. Actually, it isn't filling any gaps. It's just making my head ache.
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Ahem.
Not that I'm complaining.
Certainly not.
That would be.
So Unlike Me.
(^.^)

Ta-ta.
And until next time.
Sneeze easy.
Pollen-season is among us.