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