A Very Merry Birthday, Pussywillow, My Dear.

A Very Merry Birthday Me!!

Which is a nice change from "A very merry UN-birthday me."

Mahahaha.

Old Bag Status - Acquired.

It's been a week since I was born - nineteen years ago.

*gasp*

If you'd asked me what I'd be doing at nineteen when I was five, I would have told you that I'd be the terror of the high seas after attending Oxford.

Have my goals changed at all?

Photos top and bottom, courtesy of weheartit.com

My birthday was nothing like this.

But the point is - it could be.

And lo and behold (like that Bob Dylan and the Band song) I finally got my crinoline.

Peach foam bitchezz.

I'm gonna wear it pretty much every day.

I look like a pastel Amazonian cake-topping.

Yaayyyy.

*twirls and sharpens Amazonian cleaver simultaneously*

Ignore my sense of humor.

Even I'm embarrassed.

Patent leather belt: lovely vintage leathuhhh.

Leaving you with images of whimsy.

Cake.

And delight.

Happy Birthday 2009.

Memorial of my Youth.

R.I.P.

Out of the Casket and into the Flower Garden.

Why do I love these?

They look like little corpses.

Or Christina Ricci in Sleepy Hollow.

I feel like I'm five again.

My birthday's in a couple of weeks and my mother asked me what I wanted.

I said: "Well, there's this doll, see?"

And she laughed at me.

What on earth is so funny?

It's a disease.

Ok?

If they weren't so expensive I'm sure I would have enough to name one after every one of my favorite fictional characters.

"And this is Jane Marple..."

"And this is Kate Wetherall..."

"And this is Alice..."

"Dorothy..."

"Lucy..."

"Violet..."

This one looks like my sister.

Ha!



Feel free to judge me.
(^.^)
But I think they're possibly the cutest things I have ever seen.
They are definitely imperative to my next tea-party.

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Note: Pictures courtesy of Weheartit.com
Thanks!

Madcap Military...Cap?

I don't much feel like writing today.

If you miss that "piffle" that I normally generate, I apologize.

I'm sure we'll have it again.

But it's five in the morning and I have yet to go to bed.

It's probably best if I don't speak at all.

Haha.

"Whhhyyy, hello there m'dears."

Glittery Belt: Recently chewed by the dog $3

Saadd-ffaaccceee.

My bed/boat-of-rampant-dreams-of-all-shapes-and-sizes-that-I-almost-never-sleep-in.

Like lying in a flower-patch.

Only..not.

I love this outfit. Sure, it looks like nightgowns.

But then.

It is nightgowns.

And anyway.

That's part of the charm.

*sigh*

I said: "Hey Daddy, do I look alright?"

And he cleared his throat awkwardly and replied: "You look like a little girl."

Awww...shucks.

I ate my wheaties this morning.

Look at that bend.

Yeah.

Yeah.
No. Of course I'm not falling over.

I'm 'contorting'.

God.

Dress#1: $12

Dress#2: $12

Military Cap: Vintage 50 cents

I'm trying to fold myself into the camera.
Haha.
You'll never see the crown of my head or my toes.
I'm just TOO TALL.
Oh!
I hit my head on an emergency exit sign the other day.
Just puttin' that out there.
God.
It hurt like Hell.

Lord, and to leave off: me looking vile.

(o_O)

"That's a good way to make friends Cait - that look. You're like a Grizzly bear."

"Puurrrrr."

And on that note:

Ta!