56 Ford Fairlane Convertible

Meet my dream car.

Isn't she a beaut?

A List of Weird Things I Do While Sleeping

1. Take off all my clothes

2. Put on all my clothes (including things with tricky hooks and buttons)

3. Take the painting above my bed off the wall and lean it on the other side of the room

4. Put my hair up in a bun

I wonder what it is that I'm dreaming?

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Floating Beds for Magical Ladies

This is my new favorite photo and I long for a bed of my own in the middle of a pond.
I wish I had something clever to say, some topic that would enchant my dear readers, but nothing comes to mind.
I shall come back in the morning with a fresh mind and deep thoughts to share concerning magical looking beds.

Oh wait!
One just came to mind.
The Lady of Shalott.
I don't know why, but this bed reminds me of her.
Maybe it's just the water and the loneliness of the scene.
Speaking of Elaine, didn't Padme, at the end of Star Wars, look just like her?
Elaine had to be the inspiration for the way they portrayed her.
Yes, I am a nerd.
Sorry.
Not.

.the problem with the credit for the top picture is that I can't seem to remember where I found this... let me know if you know so I can credit it properly. The bottom was googled. xoxo

T: Travel

We all know that I want to travel. Ever since I learned about the world and all the incredible things it holds, I've wanted nothing more than to see it all. Although I one day want to see it all, there are a few places that are calling me a bit more strongly than the others.

1. Australia
Obviously. I don't know when this obsession started. It might have been the first time I saw some science documentary about the Great Barrier Reef. It might have been when I saw Support Your Local Sheriff, or when I first heard an accent. Anyhow, my love has only increased with things like Baz Luhrmann's epic movie, Lisa Mitchell, and Finding Nemo. Oh, and can you say Koalas?

2. Great Britain
Ever since I read The Grey King by Susan Cooper, I've wanted to go to Wales. King Arthur has done nothing but make me want to haunt Cornwall, Orkney, etc. And Tamsin made me want to move to a farm house in the middle of nowhere. Sigh.

3. Italy
Is there anything more magical than Venice? A city built on water? I don't care that it smells bad. And all the history! Fascinating!

4. Greece
The clean white walls and clear water is calling my name.

5. New Zealand
Lord of the Rings made me want this one.

6. Norway
The North has always called my name. Fjords, East of the Sun, West of the Moon setting, the Northern Lights. Yes, please.

7. Portugal, Spain, France
They are all grouped together because I just want to go. Nothing specific, just the romance.

8. Peru
Llamas, Inca ruins, the Andes.

9. Brazil
For the Amazon

10. Egypt
Pyramids. Duh.

Q: Quoteables

Gather out of star-dust,

earth-dust,

cloud-dust,

storm-dust,

And splinters of hail,

One handful of dream-dust,

Not for sale.

~Langston Hughes

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D: Dream Homes

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Soddy I've been such a bad blogger. I blame school. Or life. Or whatever. So anyways, here is another D for you!

I love dreaming about what my home will look like when I grow up {meaning, when I'm all done with college and I have a family}. I love the idea of a cozy little place in a small town, or a lovely flat in New York City, but mostly I want a great, sprawling, Victorian home {not unlike Laura's}. You know, one with a wrap around porch, an attic and a basement and 2-3 stories. One with secret passages behind bookshelves and wardrobes, and a place where the sea is close enough to hear at night when it is quiet {like in The Orphanage!} Multiple fireplaces are a must, as well as a huge backyard with a creek and trees and secret gardens.

Too much to ask? Maybe. Not that I care.

Here are some good images to get the imagination rolling about how my home is going to look someday.

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And did I mention windows? Lots and lots of windows.


Post Edit:
Bliss featured some pictures that are also very inspiring and pretty much sum up my household desires.

Dream, Interrupted

I woke up this morning at 7:50 am to get ready to go to the chiropractor. I was possibly in a bad mood. As I lay on the table, my back being kneaded and stretched by the lovely massage therapist (whom I love, mostly because she also loves The X-Files), instead of letting her loosen the knots of this bad mood, I rubbed it until it got good and nasty. Sorry, Mom. I'm not really a monster.



Then my back started hurting. Usually I feel better after the doctor. Today, I just felt sore. So I took a nap. I dreamed vivid and exciting dreams. There were balloons and I was floating above the town. Then Matthew popped those balloons. One by one. And I was left with a sleep hangover. I hope you know what I am talking about. Where you feel tired and sluggish, a little bit weird, like you are running in your dreams but making no progress. Only you're awake. Grrr...

I'm doing a little better. Tomorrow will be better. I promise. To help me along, I am going to make that list of wonderful things I have done. Here goes.

I have knitted a scarf

I have hiked the Y

I have been to Tennessee

I have been to some amazing concerts

I have survived almost two years of college

I have canoed down a river

I have painted a room

I have swam under a waterfall

I have worn a dress that Johnny Depp liked

I have touched an alligator

I have pulled an all-nighter

I have watched nine seasons of X-Files

I have read the Bible, The Book of Mormon, and the Doctrine and Covenants

I have been to the Salt Lake Temple

I have made a dress

I have made sock puppets

And that should do it.

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Dreams

The Land of Nod has always been a safe haven for me. As I have set sail into it's mysterious depths each night, the intrigue has only grown more profound. I can count on one hand how many times I've had a scary dream, the kind where you wake up with your heart pounding and hurriedly flip on the light. Until last night. Last night, I was mutilated in my sleep. I woke up clenching my fists so hard that my palms were bleeding from my finger nails.

It started out lovely enough, going shopping with Miss Tiffany for some materials to make masks for a lovely ball we were going to. Then as we left the mall and headed to the car, there was one of these sitting on the Florida Power truck parked next to us.

(It's a Florida panther)

Of course, it jumped onto me. And bit my neck. And then the Florida Power men shot it. I don't know if they really have guns in their trucks, but I kind of hope that they do. They saved my fake life last night. It was kind of creepy that I dreamed of people staunching the flow of my blood and then to wake up (in the dream, of course) in the hospital. By then, I had had enough. Sometimes reality isn't that great, but it's better than being mauled by a wild animal.

On a better note, Dennis, you were in the dream. Which says something, because I haven't dreamed about you since you left. Welcome back.

(PS New thing I've started doing: click on the picture for the link.)

Sometimes Stories Come True

Once upon a time, I ran across an old caboose that was for sale. It was red. It was perfect. I wanted it badly. Mom and dad said no. It looked like the one above, only more rundown. Dad told me that it needed a lot of work and would wind up being quite expensive, and was I willing to do the work required/did I have enough money? Sadly, my ten year old self and Mr. Caboose went our separate ways. There ended my dream of being magical, or slightly like the Boxcar Children.

Until today.

Today all my dreams were revived by GypseaTree. And something much better than a caboose.

What is it? you say. Well, I reply, it is a real live gypsy wagon. With personality, and stories, and character bestowed upon it by its inhabitants in years past. And it will be mine. As soon as I have a beautiful house, I will have a gypsy wagon to put in the backyard. It will be mine. I will write in it. I will dream in it. Try not to be jealous, for of course you are invited over to share. I will be making lemoncake on Wednesdays.

.caboose courtesy of Edward K Hoo (it really is for sale if you are interested)
.gypsy wagons via Gypsea Tree
.website for said gypsy wagons (warning: you have to understand French for this one)

Secret Wish

I have always wanted to be a redhead. The translucent skin, the cute freckles, and the hair. Oh the hair.

Like this pretty bride.


(So the black and white was stuck to the top one... But you get the idea.)


Or like Bryce Dallas Howard


via Green Wedding Shoes and Filmonic

New Addictions

Peonies! What have you done to me? Created a monster, that's for sure.

Reiss

So good! One day, I will not be a poor college student, but a successful young woman that can spend glorious amounts on clothing like this. I can't wait.

Ballerinas

Lately (meaning the last week or so) I have been lamenting the fact that I am not a ballerina. There is something haunting and mesmerizing about them. I want to be one of them. How am I to accomplish this?

1. Conquer my clumsiness. i.e. Stop tripping over air and falling off bikes.
2. Drop out of school and practice all day every day.
3. Lose at least 40 pounds, because we all know that a ballerina can't weigh over 100 pounds.
4. Buy a tutu.
5. Move to New York.
Thanks Tina and Peony

Dreaming

As the weather warms up and we begin to enjoy floaty dresses and picnics, I find myself dreaming of the ocean and counting down the days until I see it again. This summer, there is nothing stopping me from going each week. No outrageous gas prices, no vindictive schedulers, no angry rain. Just me. And I am going. You are welcome to come along, but only if you understand the enchantment. Only if you find solace in the sunshine, sand, and swirling waters. Only if you value the solitary. Only if you allow me my calm moments before pestering me with the frisbee or the kite, because I simply cannot resist the childlike feeling that those things give me. And if we get a sailboat, well, I just might be in heaven.

Thanks Jo!

Paper Cuts

Can you believe that people's fingers can work like this? Is there a special school to teach you how to be so awesome? I want to go to there.


Thanks Peony for the pictures