i'm feeling yellow

Here's my compilation of yellow things

Moschino Cheap & Chic 2012 Spring RTW

Moschino 2012 Spring RTW

Moschino 2012 Spring RTW

Mulberry 2012 Spring RTW

Pumps

My friend's drink at dinner.

My food

Doodles of the
entryway windows,
light, ceiling fan in living room.

One of the reasons we bought our house
was the high ceilings & the windows.

My guy was working on our yellow house, yesterday.

My art journal page

When I look at my yellow May calendar,
in my art/music room,

I look forward to our trip on Wednesday. :)

what garden?

All I see are weeds. ;)

Today I'm linking up to Thursdays are for Thrifters.

...There was only one beautiful rose that came up through the wreckage, thick with thorns...


..."I bet you haven't sat and observed every wave and every cloud, every blade of grass, and flower?...

My blouse is thrifted.

..."You are made of better things than that."
"What things might they be?"...
"I don't know, but we'll discover them together.
That will be the fun of it."... 

My skirt is thrifted.
Yes, my nails are still painted gold.

..."Look we are not caricatures, but complicated human beings. Love is bigger than all of us. Just realize they had their reasons, probably not the reasons you think they had, and make a conscious  decision to let them go...

 ..."Most of the time we race through life 
with our eyes closed in endless thought"...

...Like a tree in winter she had remained frozen until spring had revealed little green shoots, and finally blossoms, and she had grown strong...

...heartfelt as full as a bag of sunshine...

 ...The sun hung low in the west, turning the sky a translucent pink and throwing inky green shadows across the grass. Crickets and roosting birds squabbled noisily as they positioned themselves for the night. The scents of pine and eucalyptus hung  thickly in the humid air...

Last night was dinner with some of my friends.

..."I love you for your patience, your compassion, and the fact that you have always loved me, in spite of knowing there was a depth in me that I would never let you reach"...

 ...Memories buried deep beneath the rubble surfaced again like flowers, finding their way through the debris into the light where she feasted on them nostalgically...

 ..."I can take the important things with me."
Because all the important things have been with me all along... by Santa Montefiore