Sparkle

Dear Diary,
Life can be such a little biotch sometimes. Long days of monotonous work; trips to a gym full of girls that don't even need to work out, they're so skinny; too much rain. Blegh. No offense, life, but BLEGH. So I'm crossing my figurative fingers that the Big Man Upstairs will sprinkle some magic fairy dust onto my weekend. Pretty sure I need a little sparkle after such gray days.

of note:

Cutest dog ever? Quite possibly
Would love to hit this event up
Your weekend brunch bible
Why, oh, why are French women so beautiful?
These two are tre chic
Looove this jewelry
This wedding dress is the bomb


Have a lovely one!

My Apartment

Lilies from Joe, "A" from Anthropologie

My fridge...

Fridge with my fuzzy mushroom magnet

Handkerchief from my mother, porcelin pony figurine from my old neighbor, Jude.

Watercolor cherries painted by mom, daisy curtains courtesy of Stacey's mom.

Turkish tiles, baby's breath, vintage Russian nesting doll.

Silver acorn, perfume bottle from Anthropologie, French postcard from Laura

Goleta Beach

Today is my half birthday. August 19th. Today I am 22 and a half. I wish I could do some sort of celebrating, but I am afraid I'm just too tired for such going-ons. Half birthdays remind me of when in "Alice in Wonderland" they sing "A Very Merry Un-Birthday to You." Half-birthdays are a good excuse for celebrating. I just wish I was in the mood. Maybe I will take a bubble bath and read and paint my toenails... a sort of spa night, if you will.
I can't believe I'm 22 and a half. Sometimes I'm very struck with the fact that I'm not a kid anymore. That I am technically an adult. I'm reminded of this at work when children like Sam (who seriously looks like he could be a Lost Boy from "Peter Pan," he has such a wild disposition about him) tell me that I'm a grown up. Well. I'm not sure how I feel about that. In order to be a grown up, you have to accomplish lots of important things. And gain much responsibility. I don't have much of either of those. I've been alive for twenty-two-and-a-half years!!!! It seems as though it was just yesterday that I, with 12 years under my belt, swam in the waves at Goleta Beach and climbed on the driftwood-constructed fort.
Goleta Beach, or should I say the left hand side of Goleta Beach, across from the slew, had perfect sand, perfect water, and perfect waves, the stuff that surf bunny dreams are made of. Above it, eucalyptus trees lined the cliffs all the way down to Hope Ranch Beach, a private stretch for the privelaged dwellers of Hope Ranch mini-mansions. But I didn't need any of that. Just my lemon juice and sunshine to create beach-blonde locks, Tita my best friend to play in the waves with me, and I suppose our little brothers if necessary. In fact this location inspired the song "Dolphin Savers," the theme song for our little brothers' t.v. show "Dolphin Savers" in which they saved the living creatures of the ocean from whatever perils faced them, be it pollution, great whites, or evil poachers. The lyrics are as follows (keep in mind this was written by two eight year olds):
We're the dolphin savers
We swim the water like real dolphins
We're the dolphin savers
We save the little aquatic animals from
DY-ING! YAH! YAH!
Cuz we're the dolphin savers!

Poetry Corner Wednesday

This poem is fitting. For the end of college. Because for some reason I believe my life will be a little more leisurely. Probably not though. Also, I usually am not a fan of rhyme. It seems a little too Mother Goose nowadays. But I will put that opinion aside for this poem. Because it has a true message. Simple and true. Exactly what we need to hear.

Leisure

by W.H. Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.