This first photo is a sweater I finshed repurposing over the weekend ; it has already been sold but I will admit, it still might be my favorite item I've 'made' over the past year.
A few sheer tops I picked up from the goodwill this past friday - the first is a billowing black silk top and the second, though you can't really tell, is sheer with stripes and has a sparkle thread inlay. I was glad to find them, infact, because I had been agonizing over blouses on ASOS and it would have hurt me to pay a hundred dollars on two equally nice tops when, for these, I paid five dollars for both.
Other random missives ; flowers pressing, lentil beans sprouting on the windowsill. New prints, space stamps.
I am not sure (do you?) if anyone out there watches Spartacus ; it is probably the most inane, profane, gore or nudity gusto TV show I have ever been ashamed to admit that I enjoy. Season3 has just begun airing and it will never not shock me to my core that Andy Whitfield is dead. Probably shocked more that I've never seen one soul in my contacts, facebook, or blogfeeds mention it, even in regard to fandom posts. Well, The walking dead will begin again soon and for that I am thankful (though unsure if it is any less mind numbing entertainment). When The Borgias comes back in april I will have a slightly more historically accurate, intelligent show to watch. INTRIGUE.
Unsure if it is totally relevant but when I watch Spartacus I am constabtly thinking about the copy of the lost sculpture The dying gaul. Forget David, let me go to Rome and see this!
In one more rambled-thought for this post : I am working my way through The shining novel. I am surprised that I have never read this, and surprised a majority of my friends have not read this novel. I was first inspired when I read a quote by King on Kubrick's adaption, basically saying that Kubrick had made The shining into more of a domestic horror than a supernatural horror that fully understood the evil of the Overlook Hotel.
I am not prone to fiction, have been spoiling myself with historical nonfictions and science-related books for so long that this delve into a well delivered, fantasy, good old-fashioned story is wonderful. And i will tell you, I will tell you with intimate knowledge thusfar, the book is terrifying. I am 50% through according to kindle and I cant even read it at night, anymore. I tried eating pretzels on the couch last night and reading and I got up four times to turn on more lights and finally just stopped reading because I was too nervous. And, on my way to bed, I left all the ligths on because I was too terrified of walking down the hall in the dark.
What books do this to us, anymore? go read! :)