This is my interpretation of a look,
I showed in May, in this post .
Below is the look I tried to imitate.
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| Pink Pleated Jacket |
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| Both of my blouses are thrifted. |
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| My skirt & shoes are thrifted. |
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| Details of pink beaded ribbon tie belt, lace blouse & patterned blouse underneath. |
My nephew Speed Racer, in navy, with his toy train.
My twin nieces in navy shorts, playing with bubbles.
My nephew JJ, in navy, sleeping sweetly.
At the art center, we saw these two art angels,
matted or painted in a navy sky.
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| by Jimmie Stephens |
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| by Susan Launeypark |
Some navy, in my art journal page. |
It says: My grandma used to say actions speak louder than words, but words have always been important to me. I don't know if it's because I always considered myself a writer. If people ask me what to buy or get me as a gift I say write me a letter or make me a card. Last year for my birthday my friends wrote notes, and framed them. |
| These are the framed notes, that my friends wrote to me.  |
| I have this on my bedroom wall. |
I played this song about 4-5 times today on my iPod. It's "Ain't Even Done With The Night" by John Mellencamp
The lyrics aren't brilliant, but the music is incredible.
"Ain't Even Done With The Night" by John Mellencamp
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You say that I'm the boy who can make it all come true
Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know if I know what to do
You say that's all right, hold tight
Well I don't even know if I'm doin' this right...
We can stay out all day or we can run around all night...
Well it's time to go home
And I ain't even done with the night
Well I don't know no good come-ons
And I don't know no cool lines
I feel the heat of your frustration
I know it's burnin you up deep down inside...
