Harry Had a Bad Feeling

I've been reading memoirs of two Russian noblewomen at the end of the 19th century, and their flair for drama has really seeped into me. When I sat down to write this entry, I noticed a definite lean towards exaggeration. The text read a lot of it was killing me and I couldn't stand to see it or it ruined my whole day. I'm referring to my room as seen here, and I have to say that any of those would be a bit of an overstatement. But, when I did post that picture, I noticed the blue of the picture frames I had up really looked awful. Then I noticed it without the help of the camera, and every time I entered my room I just turned away. Happily, my new and beautiful print, Harry Had a Bad Feeling, from Leah Duncan arrived and my wall has been saved.

The wind here in Albuquerque will really blow a person down. Riding a bike downhill can be more like uphill wearing weights with a gusts like this.

Check out Leah's lovely blog, and post about Harry here.

Sunshine

The strangest things are happening around here. It must be something in the air. Legs are creeping out after their annual hibernation, and jackets are becoming a real scarcity. Its a tiny bit jarring, as we New Mexicans are quite slow to peel off our sweaters. I know I'm not ready yet. I've seen toes, legs, arms, and backs. Even all, at times, on the same person. Every time I pass one of these, I ask myself, "Are you warm?" The answer is always no. I can't wrap my mind around it, but I do want to wrap a blanket around them. Maybe everyone is being a bit too optimistic about our weather. Maybe I am being too pessimistic.

I am in the process of moving, and elation would be the appropriate word.

If I had around 1000x more free sacks of money lying around than I do, I would have all these spaces, and things, be mine.

Interior via Homebug Peacocks via Gennine

Wallpaper from the Identity Collection at Harlequin

Via Leah Duncan

Via Kim Westad