Thursday, July 9, 2009

Paris



Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for Paris for a couple of weeks. Paris is the city I always want to go back, it’s my heart, it’s my home away from home. These days I want to be immensely happy. I want my heart to be heavy with joy and overpouring with beauty.

This is the time, this is my summer of love.

Paris, Je T’Aime.







Sunday, July 5, 2009

25



Spring is still here, darling. 25 a day and all the flowers are abloom and fragant with hope and inspiration. There is nothing to hide, nothing to cry about, only love. There was this little part of me that was petrified about standing tall at 25, there was this fear of losing innocence, of losing even more blood over lovers, of missing the ghost of what I once was over old age and sorrow. Last night was ablazed in bright lights and caresses, last night was the perfect start to a year that shall be wonderful and filled with beauty. Such tenderness, such beating heart under tender glances and the laughter of the ones I love the most (The only one missing was you, Sailor mine, if you could only swim the oceans to rest in my arms for the night, if you could only share this overwhelming joy that overcomes my body when it is slightly tipped over your chest, when it listens to the beat beat of your wild heart, you would be amazed at the strength I hold in this seemingly coy and tender soul of mine). I have been nothing but blessed, I have spent all these years bathed in the softest haze, building castles in the air, waltzing to most wonderful tunes, threading the path of love with the dearest sense of wonder. I have flown over continents, I have kissed lips with red fury, I have written verses with the muse of Aphrodite, I have coloured sad eyed dolls, I have dreamed, i have lived, I have loved. There is nothing to be sad about, You were once born a lover and shall always remain one.

My 25th birthday was spent in a beautiful haze of hugs and kisses, endless glasses of champagne sipped with lips red with Chanel lipgloss. There was food, laughter, gossip and warmth. There were gifts, chocolates, perfume, flowers and dolls. I could never ask for more, I was happy, I was loved.

here are some of the dear gifts I received from friends and lovers

































Thursday, July 2, 2009

housewife



I have a thing for cleanliness. I like it maybe a little bit too much. In fact, I love it. And even though we have always had a cleaning lady that comes every other day, I love cleaning and brushing dust away with my own little hands. I don’t necessarily do it very often because most of the time I’m too lazy but when I do, oh when I do, the gloves are off, darlings.

Today was one of those days. I like cleaning every surface, every shelf, every little corner that most people forget. I like cleaning inside of drawers, of closets, moving books away to clean the dust they hide, I like chasing dust and dirt like an enemy and I feel a sort of sick accomplishment when I see the whole house sparkle and shine. If I could freeze it so it would stay that way, I would!

This was the high tide of my cleaning day, washing my dear delicates with shimmering rose soap. I enjoyed it so much that I had to stop for a second and laugh a little.

I wish I was one of those people that can live in a messy, dirty house but I am not and never will be. I like clean houses, I like bright clean floors, I like made up beds and most of all, I like playing housewife once in a while.