"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death." -Anais Nin

I am having a wee bit of a lucky streak lately and was fortunate enough to win the Half-Girl giveaway from her blog. Her package was much more magical than I ever could have imagined and all packed prettily away in a quaint cigar box.

Months ago my sister sent me a link to this editorial because she thought I would like it. It is titled "The Young Men And The Sea" but it reminds me more of "Captains Courageous" starring Spencer Tracy.

I definitely go through phases...from obsessions with rings, to a passion for headgear, and flings with strange stockings. If there is one infatuation I am expressing this spring it is an admiration for bright nail polish. I seem to be repainting my nails every few days and can't decide what shade to keep them for longer than that.

Apparently some schools in my area are closing early tomorrow due to heat...yes, you read that correctly: school closures due to warm weather! Unfortunately, my college doesn't think we are quite as prone to heat related weaknesses as other schools...

I am back at my Grandmother's for a few days before I fly across country to Washington State. She has no Internet so I'm catching snatches now and again at a public library. It is good to escape everyone once in awhile.
Currently I am:

This is my last outfit in Washington State before I flew to NYC. I am now safely ensconced in my hotel room and looking forward to some Weardrobe activities starting this afternoon. More pictures and updates to come.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Nothing to wear but clothes,
To keep one from going nude...
Nothing to sing but songs,
Ah, well, alas! alack!
Nowhere to go but out,
Nowhere to come but back."
-part of the poem, The Pessimist by Benjamin Franklin King

This editorial breaks all the rules surrounding fashion shoots located near the ocean. It is bewildering and intriguing, rather like the remnants of a shipwreck on some strange shore. I really enjoy the muted tones throughout which are reflected in the styling of the model.

Recently french bloggers Alix (Cherry Blossom Girl) and Elodie (Le Mechante) created an homage to the Cottingley Fairy pictures that fascinated the world for years (and I posted on

While traveling you will encounter all sorts of people that your daily life might exclude. One morning our breakfast bar in the hotel featured a group in their pajamas and slippers. Now, any college student visiting the school cafeteria must be familiar with this scene--I even know students who enjoyed wearing their pajamas to class...I don't really approve, but it doesn't bother me.

Would that I could dance among the stars all night,
I'd wear Orion's belt around my waist and call the Pleiades sisters.
Would that I could dare to be a lover fickle and untrue,
I'd hold the Moon in a tight embrace and kiss the Sun surrounded by morning dew.
If none of these is allowed to me,
Might I at least spend the evening with you?

These book sculptures by Su Blackwell have been blowing my mind for months.

Went on a "field trip" to Washington, D.C. yesterday, making me feel twelve rather than twenty-two...except of course our buses dropped us at the curb and left us to our own devices.