I know haven’t been putting good time into my little blog lately, and I am making a concerted effort to change that. I realized yesterday that this month is my blog’s six month birthday, and I want to make sure I put as much love and energy as I did at day one. Although like all things with a human touch, there are bound to be peaks and valleys.
I recently dug up a book of poetry by Jeffery McDaniel that I used to be obsessed with. He writes such gritty, beautiful poems. I was once an English major who dreamed of having poems tattooed all over my arms. Although I was also 19. But words used to evoke a deep fervor in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. I forgot my love of words long before I quit college, but I would really like to reawaken that part of myself. This one is by Derrick Brown, it’s one of my favorites.
Kurosawa Champagne
Tonight
I think it is safe to say we drank too much.
Must I apologize for the volume in my slobber?
Must I apologize for the best dance moves ever?
No.
Booze is my tuition to clown college.
I swung at your purse.
It was staring at me.
In outfit news- today I went for total comfort and ease with my boyfriend’s plaid shirt and some tights. I’ve been feeling guilty about how little I have worn these boots since I bought them, so I am making a conscious effort. I was pretty happy with how this looked though, and it was super comfy.
WHAT: vintage plaid shirt, stolen from my boy
skinny belt, chicken lays an egg
navy tights, rainbow
leather boots, dsw
WHERE: work at the library and drinks with some old friends
WHEN: thursday, february 5
You look great- and I love your boots.