Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

'Twas the theme for the day and this was the dress:

As long as the weather cooperates, I shall keep up with wearing and posting joyous spring dresses.
Note that these pictures were taken prior to the massive rain (and hail!) storm we experienced today. I happened to be outside on a blanket when the rain began. I was trying to read and Ross was trying to study, except I kept interrupting him with laughter at the sheer magic of the day. We sensed the rain 'a coming and I knew a rain dance was in order. The first drops fell and I twirled in delight. Eventually, I made it inside to my room, but I couldn't stay put. I ran back out into the rain, running and dancing with delight. My dress stuck to my body like a peel to a banana, but 'twas glorious.
And throughout it all, this was the song running through my mind:

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air. I was born too late, to a world that doesn't care, oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

Much love to Chase for inadvertently introducing me to the song, as well as being all-around fabulous.

Spring!

Everyone always hears about spring cleaning, but I wonder--how many people actually do it? A lot, I suppose, but not being much of a cleaner myself, the concept was never a reality. But today I went through the large pile of clothes on my floor and in my closet and organized. The picture above is my closet arranged by ROY G BIV and ready for spring. Every dress on that hanger has been anticipating sunshine all winter. It's finally here. This dress was certainly glad to get out to play today:

Wishing you a colorful spring!

Happy Valentine's Day!

open your heart:

i'll give you a treasure

of tiniest world

a piece of forever

-e.e. cummings

Pre-Extravaganza

Suzanne didn't want to go to the Extravaganza with me, but she did. Whenever my friends do nice things they don't want to do, I tell them I'm just giving them the opportunity to be like Christ, ha! In any case, she got all beautiful and came out with me in the cold. But first we took this wonderful photo. I love how we're both wearing blues. And yes, we did our ridiculous two-person sorority greeting in the middle of the dance floor. Excellent.

He didn't see his shadow

A groundhog lineup

Yarn.

It is good to be back at school after a long break. After a month, I really was looking forward to going to classes and being back in a more "intellectual" environment (despite the mindless classes like Technology of Instruction, for example).

But it was good to be home as well, where I had the opportunity to practice more domestic pusuits, namely, knitting and cooking. The balls of yarn pictured here are on their way to becoming a tank top and legwarmers right now. But I couldn't resist sharing the simple beauty of these lovely colors with you. A ball of cotton yarn by Blue Sky is a treat indeed.

They're Too Much...

I feel compelled to write this entry because I feel as though many poor souls are missing out on of the great Christmas joys that so fills my heart with warmth...and cold, for that matter. The joy of which I speak is a Christmas movie in the same vein of Rudolph called "The Year Without a Santa Claus." To be honest, I remember very little of the plot. But this movie is significant for two very important and ridiculous brothers--The Snow Miser and Heat Miser. They are two opposite brothers and they sing an amazing song. For your pleasure I have included pictures of these classy characters.

I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow! I'm Mister Icicle, I'm Mister Ten Below! Friends call me Snow Miser, Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch! I'm too much!


I'm Mister Green Christmas, I'm Mister Sun! I'm Mister Heat Blister, I'm Mister Hundred and One! They call me Heat Miser, Whatever I touch starts to melt in my clutch! I'm too much!