Showing posts with label cinnamon by the long winters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinnamon by the long winters. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

like a rose, or cinnamon bear...


or a lady that wishes the weather would cool down, cause she lives in hotter than fire and brimstone blazes Texas.

My skirt was thrifted.


And speaking of hot, doesn't this book cover
look like spicy fire?


...I have taught myself the recipes of my mother's people because these foods are for me as a chef, the easiest connections to the mysteries of who my mother was. Her identity remains stubbornly shrouded in the past, so I feed myself and the people I love the food that she made. But I can not see her face... from the book Yes, Chef by Marcus Samuelsson

T-shirt: ancient like me.
Bracelets: gifts
Necklace: too old to remember where it came from too. 



Maybe I should have titled this post "old lady wears old things"? Don't answer that.  ;)

I've since donated these Payless Shoes,
because I hardly ever wore them.


Anja Gockel Fall RTW 2013
Alice + Olivia Fall RTW 2013
Alice + Olivia Fall RTW 2013

My guy jumping rope in our back patio


My nephew Speed Racer found his Mickey Mouse ears.They were from his grandma.
Would believe that I've never been to Disneyland or Disney World? True story.


My nieces EJ, Lil Bug, and nephew JJ.
When they were at the zoo, a stranger was trying to get her child to smile and kept saying cheese.
JJ thought she was talking to him and he did it, well not in the above photo.
 That one was taken months ago.



My art journal page from June 13, 2013
Just when it feels like nothing is going right:
something good cheers the bad stuff away, for a moment.
Love him so.


..."I thumb through the pictures,
And know them all.

They said, "Do you remember when you saw her last"
I said, "Her skin is cinnamon, 
Her skin is cinnamon."

I have too many stories, keeping it serious,
Some are collectors, some keep it straight,
It was a hospital,
I was delirious,
I clung to the stretcher
And drew them a heart."... Cinnamon by The Long Winters