Saturday, April 24, 2010
I held a Jewel in my fingers-
And went to sleep-
The day was warm, and winds were prosy-
I said "Twill keep"-
I woke- and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone-
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own-
Emily Dickinson again. This poem well expresses my sentiment of the moment. The bodice of my dress is giving me absolute fits. If, for one minute, I think I am in control of things, the next minute, there is surely something awry. It seems bent on gaping at the armpits. Naturally, this is easier to fix than it being outragiously tight, but it is still quite the headache.
I have consoled myself; however, with the fact that I have been able to construct a very complex and aggravating skirt. The hourglass runs very quickly, as the banquet is now only six days away. This is where the poster on Rayia's blog comes in handy. Hopefully, all will go well. At least I have my makeup figured out. :-)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
On the 30th, the FHEA is putting on the annual senior banquet.
And this year, I'M A SENIOR!!! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell; I'm just really happy and excited. So, I'm making a new dress. It seems like any chance I get, I embark on another formal. Here is the pattern I'll be using:
Of course, it will look a little less *ahem* columnesque. Mine is soft gray shantung (I like shantung) and it will eventually have a spray of pink flowers & leaves across the bodice. I have a piece of filmy fabric that I will use to drape over the shoulders in a Grecian-style twist. Hopefully, by the time I finish, there will be a camera nearby.
Nicole let me borrow a pair of her shoes, but that's another story altogether.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Monday, April 5, 2010
A fun tip of the hat to the Flathead Valley's famous cherry crop. (and the yellow heel is an unexpected pop of color)
(these are from Zappos) Heels don't have to be skyscrapers in order to make an impact. These are just adorable, with the bright pink eyelet.
Friday, April 2, 2010
April is National Poetry Month, so I am going to be posting some of my favorite poems throughout. Here is one by Emily Dickinsen:
FATHER, I bring thee not myself,—
That were the little load;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not strength to hold.
The heart I cherished in my own
Till mine too heavy grew,
Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you?
And, a familiar one from my childhood by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Where Go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river.
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore