the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: March, 2011

persian trousers

… She was so different from other women that ordinary clothes were impossible for her.  Long Persian trousers of heavy gold brocade, fastened tightly, held by diamond bangles… feet encased in gold sandals with high diamond heels, she smoked cigarettes out of a long black holder, studded with diamonds.

catherine barjansky about marchesa casati

photo from this treasure trove


lay their necks

“My mother says when I get older my dusty hair will settle and my blouse will learn to stay clean, but I have decided not to grow up tame like the others who lay their necks on the threshold waiting for the ball and chain.”
— Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)

photo of a young marchesa casati

bola tie

“as a rockhound, wearing a bola tie affords you the opportunity to exhibit your gemstone collection. ”

~ from here

small fact: In 1971, Arizona signed into law a statute
making the bola tie the official neckwear of Arizona.

photo from the brick-house


mother love

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

— Augustine of Hippo

photo: here from the Irwin Archive courtesy of the Douglas Historical Society, Douglas, Arizona. Early 1900s.

after the supermoon

“…a few nights each year, after the full moon, hundreds of species of reef-building corals spawn synchronously, releasing their eggs and sperm into the water in one of the biggest moonlight sex events on Earth. Research published in 2007 in the journal Science reveals that in at least in one type of coral called Acropora millepora a light-sensitive gene may be key. This gene seems to be most active during full-moon nights.”

from article: supermoon lunacy
photo via: weird friends



Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt’s all torn,
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn.

thursday’s tune: loving cup

photo: here

even the sad, sour sisters

“Don’t laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns, and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself, make the faded faces beautiful in God’s sight. Even the sad, sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life, if for no other reason.”

— Louisa May Alcott (Little Women)

photo from the lovely world of Aëla Labbé

what’s the news sister?

It was near dawn that he heard some crows talking in human language in the tree under which he was lying.

One crow said: ‘Do you hear me sister? Are you awake?”

The second crow: “Yes, I’m awake.”

The third crow: “What is the news sister?”

The first crow: “If humans knew what we crows know, there would be chaos all over the world! You know, the King of the Shining Moon Country has died. As he has no heir to succeed him, they are going to have a falcon fly high in the sky. On whosever head the falcon descends after circling the sky, he will be the new King.

The second crow: “Who will become the new King?”

The first crow: “The man lying under this tree will become the King, provided that he would put on his head the rumen of a sheep before entering the city. Since he is a stranger, people will not accept him as a King and will arrest and imprison him in a room before flying the falcon for a second time. He should open the window of that room and the falcon will go in and perch on his head!”

The third crow: “Pah! What a King! The King of the Country of Deaf people!”

The second crow: “Do you know what medicine cures their deafness?”

The third crow: “The elixir of life, but the problem is that if the deafness of people is cured, they will no more bear the tyranny of their rulers. The fault of the men hanged from this tree was only that they wanted to cure the deafness of people!”

from sadegh hedayat: the elixir of life

heart curtain

“Who has not sat before his own heart’s curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke

i spy the next DIY project…
image of heron’s roost by farahshair


“We are animals. Our first instinct when we
see an object of beauty is to eat it.”
–Douglas Coupland, “Shampoo Planet”

rossling via shiny squirrel – currently admiring this