This beautiful weather makes me want to be outside all the time (I know, I keep going on about the weather, sorry)! Everything's so lush and green, plus we don't have to deal with that disgusting, neon-yellow coating of pollen any more. Thumbs up!
Here's a design inspired by summer-y jaunts into nature:
I keep forgetting that I don't get a real summer break... The sun is out all the time now, and it's really warmed up a lot! Such pretty blue skies, too. I hope the weather stays this nice come mid-August, when I'm finally free. Yeah, right, as if -- it's going to be disgustingly humid and suffocatingly hot, but oh I remember... none of that matters, because I'll be OUTTA here! So ready to go experience some real city life. :)
Anyone who knows me even peripherally knows that I'm utterly obsessed with the color purple. I've got purple shirts, dresses, outerwear (including ski jacket), pants (including ski pants and trendy shiny pants), pajamas, handbags, jewelry, scarves, shoes (athletic and formal), socks, stethoscope, eyeglasses, water bottle, binders blah blah blah. I'll buy ANYTHING (even something as mundane as a piece of felt) if I'm attracted to the shade of purple it features.
Naturally, I would really like a pair of purple skis. Pretty please.
To me, the woods are endlessly revitalizing -- in the spring, they offer up some of my favorite hiking trails; in the summer, they turn into a refreshing, cool refuge; in the fall, they become giant blankets of the most beautiful autumnal hues; and finally, in the winter, they accumulate the snow that's most fun and rewarding to ski through. As much as I love skiing, it's really hard to pick which version of the woods I like best...
I've never been one to wish for a trip into outer space -- I find the endless darkness and lack of gravity (and probably freezing temperatures) to be stifling prospects. The idea of space makes me feel so very small, but at the same time, I'm very much inspired by images of stars and galaxies. Their twinkling, indistinct outlines carry so much possibility.
I often feel blah about my wardrobe. I'm one of those people who buys an item of clothing and forgets about it if I don't wear it within 5 days of purchase. This puts me in an endless loop of lamenting my lack of fashionable clothes followed by some impulse purchases followed by temporary sartorial satisfaction. Emphasis on temporary.
The most recent of my misguided fashion finds was a cute black blazer liberally splattered with bright flowers. It's definitely THE most colorful staple I own now, and I quite honestly was scared to wear it at first. It's just so loud and borderline tacky! However, I've come to love it and have worn it multiple times and feel crazy enough about it to have churned out these skis.
Over break, we checked out Savannah, GA. In preparation for our foray into this beautiful city, we listened to John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. The book was quite enjoyable -- pretty much all the characters (minus the narrator) were so colorful and welcoming and eager to divulge their juiciest secrets. Needless to say, I didn't meet any drag queens, society ladies, or witch doctors during my stay, but I still had a great time admiring the city and its enchanting historical houses. The food was pretty delicious, too! Also, it never got hot when we were in the city (in fact, I had to break out my puffer jacket at night), but the combination of my impressions from Berendt's novel and the look of the city (live oaks! spanish moss!) makes me think of warm colors and overgrown greenery (not unlike a humid jungle) whenever the subject of Savannah comes up. Hence:
When I was in high school, I was a reluctant private art lesson attendee. The portion I did look forward to, though was whipping out the watercolor paper! I loved watching the colors slowly spread and blend into each other. I got just as excited when acrylic paint dripped down the canvas. Unfortunately, being an undevoted and somewhat disrespectful art student, I never quite mastered either medium...