A collection of things, both old and new,
sequins, stripes, and buttons too,
black&white images and technicolor, a few.
Trinkets, do-dads, the most of all quirkiest,
A Night at the Zoo
after
A Day at the Circus
Sunday, October 4, 2009
October is really a nice month, composed of Libras and Scorpios. The leaves begin to change in Georgia. Conference occurs, and is wonderful every session. Martha Stewart puts out a really good magazine issue. Children start to think about what they want to be for Halloween. Paris Fashion Week. There is a special aisle in the grocery store devoted to candy; it is cheap and it comes in bulk. I have been spending these early October days treating myself to pumpkin butter on everything. On ice cream, on pancakes, on toast, bagels, etc. And it seems completely justified because it is October. I think it is a good month.
This past Friday, in celebration of the new month and this ideal weather, I bought myself a ticket to the Savannah Philharmonic's performance of Verdi Requiem. It was held at the Cathedral of St. John the baptist. The entire performance was so majestically well-done that during a few moments I felt myself melting in the pew. And I may get in trouble for posting this, but I would do it, just an attempt to offer a hint of what I experienced Friday night...
Born on September 30th, 2009. My baby nephew was born. He was 8 lbs, 2 oz, and about 19 inches long. Congratulations Charlie and Carolyn! ...Because I know how everyone loves a good ole' picture of a newborn. My friend Sofya made the best comment, "Well you have to consider how compact they must be to fit in that space."
We have been indulging in cotton candy and clown noses at The Paris Market. As the weather turns and the circus excitement fades away; the windows are now in the process of change, much like some of the autumn leaves. Since I feel behind with my blogging updates, I thought a brief look at the past few window displays would be appropriate. (my apologies for the lacking photographs)
August-September
June-July Kelsey painted the loveliest flower motif for the window.
My inspiration comes from an antique bakery-door cabinet, which resides downstairs in the basement of the Paris Market. Surrounded by majestic chandeliers from Argentina, this humble cabinet holds abundantly, old school books from Belgium. They sit stacked, all in aged, uniformed paper covers. Some are more worn from handle than others, but all stacked together, they appear to be a royal army of insightful information. As I prepare for my big move to Paris set for the end of this year, I have put aside some of my most treasured books that may be too heavy for the move to Europe. I feel as though I am giving them a temporary parting gift, perhaps one can view it as a dress for a new occasion; a unified cover specified to it's individual character.
Monday, September 21, 2009
What a lazy summer. When thinking back on these past few months I can't get out of my head Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong's rendition of, "Summertime" Summertime and the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin', So hush little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings You're goin' to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky. Perhaps this is me; rising and singing. I have completed my senior year. I have completed my four years of college education. I have my degree. The summer was lazy. I can acknowledge that openly, but now I feel motivated to spread my wings and take to the sky.
"I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it."
Alas, I return. Senior year consumed me. Head first until I was completely engulfed along with my varied gaged knitting needles and several types of yarn. All is over, and I continue to catch up with my sleep until I go to the big apple.
With January gone and February's days turning past quicker than expected, the store's windows are welcoming change. I feel so honored to be associated with The Paris Market, and even more, to help Paula and Matt with window displays. January February www.theparismarket.com
I befriended two wonderful Russian girls one summer in Savannah. They would always make fish faces to greet me because my name meant "fish" in their native tongue. One weekend we drove to the Atlanta Aquarium to meet my mom. After our first fish gazing round we took a break in the cafe. They asked my mom her name. Her name is Moira. They both laughed and informed my mom and I that we are a family of fish, because "Moy-rah" is the pronunciation of a certain type of fish in Russia. I like to think that this little story is proof that I am actually a mermaid. With such a proof I am going through the long process of growing out my hair to mermaid length, but until then I'd prefer starfish; they would probably offer the most support.
