A book of fairy tales from Flowerland*

It's Sunday and the sky is brimming with pleasant feelings. The sun is fetching for my smile, and the air is making me sweat honey.  The fawn is frolicked by the wandering snow.  I'd introduce Spring, but I know better. The temperamental climate has secret motives.   Looking through rose colored glasses at the fruitful weather.  It's day's like this, I'm glad to be landlocked..*


"Every boy and girl—and for that matter every man and woman, too—rejoices when the winter snows have vanished and the earth once more puts on her beautiful dress of green, for then the flowers wake from their sleep and clothe the earth with beauty"     Hundreds of years ago, before clocks or watches were invented, people used to tell the time by means of flowers.. 

The television is whistling, and the forecast spooks my foolery. "Scattered flurries...."
I have eyes for spring. The moody weather keeps me waiting..
By the first blink of warm weather, my hopes' for Spring swallow me.  Instead of bare legged fun, the beatings of my wintered heart collect dust. March holds a beacon for wintry clouds.  I must wait for the loving little flowers, and the fragrant clusters.  It's too soon to wish for flowering. In a matter of hours, the sun will be busy buried in the clouds...*  

For the threads, and the fashion..    The rose colored bow tie is my ornament.  I believe in symmetry, thereupon I love bows... Wound, and snapped to my collar.  The two opposite pink ends forming loops around my neck.   

The blouse is a vintage find.  It bends, and falls from my breast to my belly.  The posy skirt is from Top Shop. 
"To its devotees the bow tie suggests iconoclasm of an Old World sort, a fusty adherence to a contrarian point of view. The bow tie hints at intellectualism, real or feigned, and sometimes suggests technical acumen, perhaps because it is so hard to tie. Bow ties are worn by magicians, country doctors, lawyers and professors and by people hoping to look like the above. But perhaps most of all, wearing a bow tie is a way of broadcasting an aggressive lack of concern for what other people think."

"I am mistress of the bluebells, and hare-bells, and forget-me-nots, and all the sweet blue flowers."

It's hard to please your body with a new outfit when your room is in an awful state.  If I had my druthers, my room would clean its self.  Sadly, this room, where I rest, is blemished,  and covered in messiness. Clothes here, clothes there,mountains here, mountains there.  I need to free my room from anything that dulls or dims.  Free me from impurities, and unwanted mountains. 

Sunday, the day to pardon my laziness.  I wish to wear bones in the heat of the day. I wish to sleep in the forests, close to the earth..    My eyes droop, and my head yearns for dreaming...  To my chagrin, today's Sunday requires leg work.   The clock positions too quickly for me to sleep.

To galvanize my day, hot sugar coated porridge made of rolled oats. With hidden banana chips beneath the cream. A toothsome way to welcome my Sunday...*


Kisses !!
Amy.

what i wore

purple blouse- value village $2

pink bow tie- vintage store on 17th $13

heels- Zellers $10
floral skirt- top shop $13

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