fort building

I built a fort in my living room. We gathered all the pillows in the apartment and piled in on top of them; wine glasses in one hand and the puppy in the other. We snuggled in and sipped the red and watched funny movies until late in the evening/early in the morning when sleep stole us away. He woke me around four and we moved to the bed, which was much more comfortable for our old bones.

While he cooked breakfast the next morning I curled up in the pillow pile and read. Later, after errands, I came home and napped in the fort while the record player sang and the sun set. Almost exactly 24 hours after the fort was built, I returned the sheet to the closet and the chairs to the four sides of the table. The living room is now just a living room. Until next time.

All stories begin with once upon a time, or they should. So here:

Once upon a time there was a girl who was afraid to grow up. She was afraid that growing up meant settling (down and for) and giving up her days of dress up and make believe. It was like she thought that one day someone would come and say, "you're a grown up now; give us your tutus and your glitter and your imagination."

So she made a promise to herself. To keep living in dreamland and dancing in public and painting each nail a different color. To be Peter Pan not Wendy Bird. To never grow up.

And she hasn't yet.

vanity is me

Summer is passing by so quickly, in a stream of days 100 degrees and higher. I sweat when I walk to work, I sweat while waiting for the bus, I sweat underground, and I sweat while I walk home. Although, I love walking home. If the sun is up I sip my water and take my time, turning the pages of my book. If the sun is down, I walk slowly and admire the houses and dream of living in my own. With a puppy curled at my feet, a cat on my lap, and a huge kitchen with homemade pizza and baked goods.

In the meantime (the time between renting and owning; living paycheck to paycheck and having savings), I work with clothes all the time. I am also playing with make-up! I haven't really worn make-up since high school but now I'm really getting into it. A little blush, some shadowing under the cheekbones, blue eyeliner! It's kind of fun. Also, newsprint nails! It took several hours to do them properly but I received tons of compliments.

We also eat dinner on the roof. Ada, Joel, Boyfriend and i. We sit up there and watch the sunset and eat food, drink wine, and laugh. It's good to have good company. It's good to live in a beautiful place. It's good with beautiful people.

The blue dress was my mom's. White lapels, white buttons, white flower. Perfection!

lets all be free

spirits.

the best thing about bowling

It's a tie between smooth, parallel lanes and funky, chunky bowling shoes. I also love when the lights go disco late in the evening. I do not, however, like losing so I rarely go bowling.