I am wearing a 1970s dress, antique velvet jacket, 1920s millinery blossoms, and a 1960s velvet hat.
18.11.13
Rainy Day Dolls
I am wearing a 1970s dress, antique velvet jacket, 1920s millinery blossoms, and a 1960s velvet hat.
16.11.13
my november guest
My
Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks
these dark days of autumn rain
Are
beautiful as days can be;
She
loves the bare, the withered tree;
She
walked the sodden pasture lane.
Her
pleasure will not let me stay.
She
talks and I am fain to list:
She's
glad the birds are gone away,
She's
glad her simple worsted gray
Is
silver now with clinging mist.
The
desolate, deserted trees,
The
faded earth, the heavy sky,
The
beauties she so truly sees,
She
thinks I have no eye for these,
And
vexes me for reason why.
Not
yesterday I learned to know
The
love of bare November days
Before
the coming of the snow,
But
it were vain to tell her so,
And
they are better for her praise.
Robert
Frost
