I once dated Woody Allen. Naturally, it was a temporary arrangment

I need to re-connect with nature, to kindle my relationship with the great out doors once more. I have only been camping twice, but I do love to wander through the forest (Big Cotton Wood Canyon namely.) I need to go real camping, so I'm going to start preparing for such an event by owning an axe. Basically, all I want for Christmas is knifes and designer shoes.




obviously I'm going to need the carrying sling to accompany. There is something about all this I'm finding so attractive. You can't tell me this isn't wonderful, you'd be lying to your self and to me. My 1# pet peeve is lying, and telling falsehoods to a woman with an axe is a terrible idea.

I would also like the clever, and this first aid kit. It's all made in the USA and some day I will own this. The time frame of ownership is undetermined.

For the girl who has it all-

Every now and again I will be adding to the 'list of stuff I don't need or have much use for, but would love to have in my possession regardless.' This will be a rolling list (like rolling count, I think I just made that up. go with it.)

FIRST UP! Scrimshaw




You can get the letter opener personalized!
I have been looking for a small pocket knife, this would be perfect, in my opinion.
But where to find such treasures? Etsy, my dear Watson, Etsy has it all

involinary impulses repressed

Fall is the season I love. but this weather makes me overly sentimental and needy.
Plants have started to grow, so excited for that 60 Ranunculs where planted (I went a little over board, even though I don't believe such things.)
Hats are coming along fabulously, much better than I could have hoped for or foreseen. I wish I had a personal camera to procure eveidents of my milinary skills. oh well, maybe that is what I will ask Santa for, probaly not.
I still want my shoes.
I know this is old, & I'm still mad about it.

Next Up-

Fashion Turban. I will be sporting this questionable accessory in the very near future.
Lykke Li



I have reasantly rekindled my endless love for Catherine Baba. (thank you Hektor)She bikes in pumps, and wears the secret desires of my heart.

observe the absured and glorious

I won't pretend to "understand" this, but you can see why I am drawn to it.

to choose seems an impossible task

Christmas is coming, which means Santa needs to know what I want so he can preorder to avoid tears and I.O.U's.

Now, I have said this before, but I don't like shoes. I adore them. I would hate to admit the unmentionable things I would do to get a hold of beautiful footwear. it has come down to two pairs.
Miu Miu Penny Loafer Pumps

I also can't pick a color, but the only color I have been able to locate is the burgandy, I suppose my desion was made for me.

OR...........


YSL Tribute Sandal in Brown (not the patent leather, natural).

I cant decide, I need to try them on.

If you would like to submit your vote, I would be more than greatful for the assistance in making this choice.

Polyester causes hives and low self esteem.

I have a plethora of Kate Moss shirts. People just keep giving them to me. But hey, I'm not complaining, just making an observation.






I wanna be just like 'em when I grow up.

Why should you get perks?

Alex Box. I hold so much respect for her and her craft. scratch that, artistry. oh and she runs Illmasqua.

i'll kill you yet.

The plane ride most indeed made me sick. I don't want to go to bed because I'll scared about waking up in a worse condition. Hectic tomorrow, I need to be preforming at optimal efficiency.
Happy Birthday Judy Jetson! I love your fur coat. (yep I am not apart of PETA, sorry.)
Met Denis Rodman, he thinks I'm great. He told me. He has great taste, I say this because he liked my full length leopard dress. we had a very Parisian farewell, two kisses on the cheek. hugs and goodbye's while you get on separate airplanes to different parts of the country. If he was someone I cared about, it seems like makings of a very emotional parting... good thing I have no emotions to trifle with.
January is looking promising, looking forward to, looking good.
I didn't dream for about a month. Strange how the calender lined up.

We rode on horses made of sticks.

Do you here that bass?
If you need the original for translation, you should watch this one with Nacy Sinatra. Her stage exit is increditable.

You ooze of desperation.

Wait, isn't that where woolf died?

If you are mad, then why not be a hatter?

I am currantly in a millinery class at school. Learning the lost art of hat making, namely, buckram and felt pulling. We can design any hat we please. Most everyone is doing a cloche of some sort or a pill box... I am trying a majorette hat. If i get to discouraged and or irate that my first attempt at a hat is unsatisafctory, I my drop down to a pill box. But I like a challenge