Flower Boys

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We give girls flower names all the time but boys are really rarely named after botanical things- particular botanical things as frilly and fecund as flowers.  Even though when you get down to it, flowers have both lady-parts and man-parts.

Not that I’m advocating naming your young boy something like Candytuft. Don’t name a girl Candytuft either.  Or Ranunculus.

Candytuft and Ranunculus aside, I think there are profound unplumbed depths in flower names. Especially for boys and especially in English, because I don’t know about where you are, but America is very annoyingly anti-feminine.
Flower names can be both sensitive and strong, so in the interest of equal opportunity naming, here are some of my favorites that I think would suit little boys (and eventually men and granddads) to a tee. Continue reading “Flower Boys”

Numbered Days; Pretty Calendars

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I was bragging a few posts ago about how absolutely beautiful and lovely my paint chip wall calendar is, so I’ll lead off with that one.
Here it is! Very pretty, very bright, very beautiful. Even more perfect than the 2016 one.
In fact, I’m almost a bit sad that I didn’t switch over to it in August (because it goes from August 2016-December 2017) much as I love the version that is one my wall now (but the dreary December palate is really bumming me out). Continue reading “Numbered Days; Pretty Calendars”

Plants of the White Mountains

Weirdly, I’m feeling homesick for the White Mountains.  It’s not an autumn thing- we always used to go in late spring, around Dad’s (and, incidentally, Patrick Henry’s) birthday.  We haven’t been in years.

In fact, I think the last time we went was in the winter.  We’ve been a few times in the winter too.  It’s better for skiing and snowshoeing- I used to be a pretty good skier.  And the first year we went I think it was around Autumn times.  In any event, it was cold enough that I was able to feel my metabolic processes shut down when I jumped into Lonesome Lake like an idiot.  I also lived on Hershey bars that trip. Continue reading “Plants of the White Mountains”

The Links and the Fun 3

Tuesday Edition!
Also I just reached 20 followers (I’m such a cute little baby) and I figured because I missed a post (I had a ballroom competition- that I was running…) I would do a quick extra one today.  And there is nothing easier than a links post, so this thing was born. Continue reading “The Links and the Fun 3”

How Old Are You Now?

Yesterday was my birthday, in case you didn’t know (I turned 21) so today I’m planning a brief list of the gifts I opened/received/bought for myself.

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Featuring Miss Minerva Peaches desperately trying to beat the heat.  It’s a losing battle. Continue reading “How Old Are You Now?”

Shopping: Handmade Bookmarks

It’s kind of a necessity for a person like me- you know, someone who tries to get through a book a day and will read in line at the store.
But this day marks the first day I’ve ever had a real, certified bookmark.  It’s a very important rite of passage, having a grown up bookmark (rather than those torn up shreds of waste paper I had been using for years).  It’s even more a rite of passage as the bookmark comes to me as a 21st birthday present. (Happy birthday to me!)
My mom uses postcards from art museums, which is a beautiful idea, but I rather prefer my own. 😉 Continue reading “Shopping: Handmade Bookmarks”

United States of Summer

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Perhaps the summer theme is not over- the season certainly isn’t.  In fact, if anything, I would say that we’re only just entering on high summer.  That’s what my garden says, and the weather, the heat, the downpours and lightning.

Perhaps resuming from a spot near where I left off is the best way to pretend that I didn’t take a short break from posting somewhere in the middle.  By way of an explanation but not by way of an apology, HA! I was in the middle of nowhere, backwoods, hinterland Pennsylvania.  Where I’ve gone every summer around the 4th of July for as long as I can remember (and in utero, though less memorably).

As I’ve become an ‘adult’/a more physically developed child with more responsibilities, I’ve had to leave a lot of the places that I traditionally visited in the summer by the wayside, to clear room for working (and novel trips abroad, which my family is, for myriad reasons, in a better place to take now than when I was younger.
Despite seeing Venice last summer and the prospect of visiting Paris for the first time only a few short weeks away, I miss these familiar destinations and their imperturbable permanence in the face of the passing years. Continue reading “United States of Summer”

Scars

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Or tattoos with better stories.  A list of interesting injuries I’ve had seemed like the most apropos post for the day, seeing as I’m temporarily wearing an eye patch.  While cutting the dead wood out of a neighbor’s rose, I accidentally held a branch so that it whipped the white part of my eye.  Apparently, because eyes heal fast, I’ll be better in a day or two.  In the meantime, I’m bumbling around like a pirate without depth perception. Continue reading “Scars”

Decants and Minis (Part One)

When I was talking about my full bottle perfume wardrobe (God, isn’t that such a lovely phrase?) I believe I made it clear that my preference these days is decidedly for purchasing decants or relatively small mL volumes of the perfumes I want to have on hand.
I’ve too many fragrances at this point to wear any single perfume with any great regularity and I don’t want to fall into the trap of having a volume of perfume beyond my life expectancy…
Add to that that decants are more easily storable and travel well, and it’s a bit of a no-brainer. I make exceptions for vintages and limited editions, where the possibility of replenishing one’s stash is slimmer.

Part One of my decant list contains my choices from the Dior and Chanel private collections, both of which I find to be consistently well done.  And no, I have not tried the entirety of both lines (and there are scents from both that I want but have not yet acquired- stories for another day). Continue reading “Decants and Minis (Part One)”

Top Books of the Month

It has been four weeks minus a day since I got home from my junior year of college (!) which means it’s been exactly four weeks since the most dehumanizing test of my life (Physical Chemistry II, anybody?)
Here, a list of the best of the books I’ve read since my triumphant return.  Spoiler warnings.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers: I love Carson McCullers, if I post an addendum to my list of favorite authors, she will be on it.  My Mom has been recommending this book to me for a long time and I’m very glad that I finally heeded her always-sage advice.  The Heart is a shaking book. And my Mom lied to me. I asked if Mr. Singer would be okay in the end and she assured me that he would be. Of course if you’ve read this novel you know that Mr. Singer shoots himself.  It’s a book that explores the deep loneliness, searching, and successive disillusionments that is human life. The failure to understand the people around us, the pain of not being understood. Continue reading “Top Books of the Month”