Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
- William Ernest Henley
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
1. driving with your windows down and a light spring wind on your face
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Hello little space. Sorry for the absence sometimes life moves just a little too fast and my feet have a tendency to drag. I am trying to put together a box of happiness for a faraway friend, yet I have difficulties with the restraints of 6 cardboard walls. In the meantime I am lusting after the Spring/Summer looks of Margaret Howell's collection — especially that hat...