the ugly earring

(from here)

Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?

By day, a mysterious wood, near the town,
breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.

And something miraculous will come
close to the darkness and ruin,
something no-one, no-one, has known,
though we’ve longed for it since we were children.

the wonderful bloggeress, la femme, found this photo here .

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• a new mother will tell you dangling earrings, necklaces and five inch heels are a big no no.
• a lactating mother will tell you any kind of sleeve dress is a difficult obstacle to work in a public setting.
• a mother with child under a year old (even a two or three year old too) can spend hours talking about how difficult it is finding time to pluck her eyebrows and etc.

so when a fabulous mother appears in turban, red lipstick and baby in arms we wish to acknowledge her with virtual high fives and three ruby red slipper clicks.

this is how a new mother makes it work.  

looking through hell’s gate.

(from here)

fashion weaknesses part II:

• beret and short bangs

• a euro scarf wrap

• puffy painter sleeves

• ankle booties

currently, this bag is being coveted.

i have a pair of feather earrings and a desert cactus up for trade.

 (from here)