in that vine-covered house, madeline played.

We are all so small, curled in the drops of morning.

The sky sits like stone. And I'm left wondering, where is wild blue yonder? I miss the blue sky hanging over our heads like a dream.   My head is beginning to think Blue Skies are a tale of fiction. 

 Hello sweet Friday.
The week has been a flower blossom. Beautiful and bearing fruit.
Monday delivered me lemons.  I found my hands, dripping, with lemon scents. Me and my mom squeezed 5 lemons, and pinched white sugar to compose lemonade. The most sour lemonade to ever tickle my tongue. The lemonade tasted like a movie. While sipping the sugary-sweetness, I closed my eyes. My brain was bamboozled into Summer dreaming... Thoughts of barefoot picnics, little rivers,   and banjo's in the yard made my head explode with colors. Soon enough, the electricity of the sun will devour the powder snow.

Many a moon, I've wished for weeks like this. 

For the outfit, and the ornaments.
The French Connection bottoms are 3 sizes too big. This causes a burden. Constantly shriveled and wrinkled when they should frame the body thoughtfully. I wear them, not for their size, but for their electric hue. (Secret wishes to warm the atmosphere, and melt the frozen vapor..)
Attached to my Madeline hat. Shouting "Pepito"
When I was a young girl, I spent my days dreaming. One of these days was spent pasting Madeline stickers all over my bedside. Stamps of english houses, eiffel towers, madeline, and all of the orphans painted my room...     I always admired Madeline. Her bravado, and stunning character. Her posy dresses, and love for toast.  Her tiny body attached to a giant brain.  The stories of her nature, and the places where her feet went, always awakened my imagination, and paraded my druthers.

So Madeline, dearest, I wear my hat for you.

"We love our bread, we love our butter, but most of all, we love each other." 

 Today, sushi with a honey dame.  A nap. Flower Water. and The Felice Brothers singing "A bottle of scotch
a dime sack and a diamond watch, Wouldn't you like that, A bottle of gin, A typewriter and a violin, Wouldn't you like that.."

To end this post, I welcome Ari. A buxom and plump Pomeranian.  His tongue craves the toothsome salmon bite snack, and human popcorn.  His insides are coated in left overs, and meals caught by grazing. His heart is a garden. Full of sweet-sweet-sweeeeeetness. 

Kisses !!
Amy.

what i wore

red pants- french connection $12

Madeline hat- vintage shop $8

fur boots- atseoul.com sponsor

dress- vintage shop $12

blazer- ZARA $14

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