Up All Night

'ello loves!

so, the very fun act of staying Up All Night.

I've done it, have you? (I think that at some point, everyone has to)

I don't know about you, but when I do, I brew a special kind of tea called Death In A Metal Waterbottle.

(self-invented, of course)

and I keep it with me All Night Long, just in case.

it is made of:

black tea
jasmine tea
green tea
earl grey tea
english breakfast tea

and hot water. (steep overnight, while being enjoyed.)

and then the fun begins!

I personally believe that I write the best around, say, 1:30 or so, and so I grab my notebook and pen with shaking hands and sit and wait and read and wait.

I also believe that in that hour, poetry is best enjoyed. so I do that, too. I find it difficult to simply sit and read Our Dear Edgar (Allen Poe) in the daytime hours, so... I read it then. ee!

and I sit, and wait, and read, and write, until I get antsy and I want to Jump Out of the Window, and roam around outside and leap about with faeries.

which of course I can't do, but I can imagine it, can't I?

and this is all very well, and I can feel the buzzing in my blood vessels, and I get all giddy like you should, until I don't feel so giddy anymore, around, say, 3:30 or so, and then I find it helpful to lay quietly in my bed for a half-an-hour or so.

(remember, dears, it's not cheating unless you fall asleep!)

and then I'm back again, raring to go on with a 4 o'clock-in-the-morning tea party, for which I get dressed up in my very-best witchy-dress with puffy sleeves and lacey-goodness and my stripey-stockings full of holes and louse-ladders (the more the better, as I'm sure you understand) and have MORE tea, perhaps even fresh tea, if I'm quiet...!

and then around, say, 5:00 or so, I'm chill and cool on the window seat, and 6:00 is too boring for words, and 7:00 I'm Up! and it's time to change back into my non-witchy goodness and get ready as quiet as a mousey.

and then, around, say, 10:00 or so, I'm back to bed! til about 1-ish with a headache and an upset tummy.

the end!

<3

A Letter to That Kind of Woman

Dearest Kat,

good eve!

I write to you now to ask (with a bit of desperation and heaps of admiration) for help! regarding clothing.

you see, I am in a curious situation, that being, I go off to school on a farm.

tis my second year, and after this, I shall have one more year.

the problem, of course, is that I'm rather a City Kind of Kiddo, and my personal style (ha! I feel sort of silly and posh, my personal style,) is finally developing.

If you'll allow, I'll now tell my clothing story, as it were.

*ahem*

when I was a youth, t'was nothing more important (clothing-wise) than comfort. do you remember when gaucho pants were The Thing? well, every so often, I would go to Gap or Old Navy and stock up on black gauchos and black sweatpants. and for years, that was all I wore, with t-shirts, and the occasional sweatshirt.

and then I got a bit older, and I moved from black sweatpants to black skinny jeans, and again, that and a t-shirt was all I wore.

then, during my first year at my current school, I would obsessively wear a black sweatshirt over everything I wore, which was a t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

and then I got a bit of sense, and I would wear button-down shirts and jeans.

and that was it.

but!

I've fully grown tired of that, and I've gotten addicted to dresses, and folded up jeans, toms, and stockings, and big knitted sweaters, and charming arm-warmers, and rustic, wrinkled scarves, and I've gotten over myself enough to wear a cute t-shirt without a sweatshirt, and all of that goodness.

yay!

and so, finally, my question is how to keep my style still my style, and to, perhaps, keep developing it, whilst I'm attending my little farm-school. (it's not a school for farming, it's a long story...), for I understand you yourself live or have lived on a farm!

I really quite admire your tumblr, and your clothing posts, and all of that. and you. you're suups cool, lady. <3

thanks for making it, your tumbler.
seriously.

xoxoxoxo

Isa

P.S.

I positively dream of college, what is getting a degree in English like?


and about college (this isn't necessarily to Kat, but it can be, if you want,)

what the devil is one to do if one wished to get a degree in cooking and/or baking, violin (or viola or 'cello, if I ever manage to learn them), language (french, italian, romanian, and japanese are the languages I wish to learn/am learning now), fictional writing, some kind of art, and English (what do you even do with that?) .

god help me.

x

Bread

'ello, loves!

Hand-made bread is a glorious thing.

also, if you make risingsunbakery.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/rsb-challah, Lily's Challah, with half all-purpous and half whole grain flour, it makes the most delicious whole grain (un-challah) bread in the world ever.

seriously.

in other news, I go through bouts of reading through That Kind Of Woman, an amazing tumbler. I love.


http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/


yesh.

x

Solemn Pig, at last!

Good day, Lovelies!

wow, so I thought for sure I had posted this a long time ago...

I guess not.

no matter!

at long last, here is the ever lovely Solemn Pig!

I heard a bat! and things to do with Veronica Varlow...

yes indeed!


if you've never heard one before, allow me to describe the experience:

to start it off, we had just viewed Cloverfield , and when we got outside, the sky looked soooo weird, all cloudy, but the clouds were scooped out or something... awesome in itself. it was humid and windy, not too cold, and thundering/lightning-ing(?). I could feel the electricity in the air, in a breathless sort of way. I climbed up onto the table to get a better view, and stayed there for almost an hour. at one point, I swear there was a pentagram in the clouds, so I greeted the Lady. not soon after (or before, or during, I can't remember which), the bats came out to hunt. at first, I didn't notice, for I often wonder if I've finally fallen off, and then I realized what I was hearing. It grew louder as the bat flew closer, filling my mind with it's beautiful noise. as it flew away, my ears were almost ringing, and I wondered if it was still calling or if I was imagining it.

probably both.

and as for theDanger Dame Veronica Varlow, I was very saddened to read this . (ahem! I'm talking about the second one!) and am very proud to have contributed to this, though not directly.

I sent her a letter with the aforementioned money in a second envelope.

I dearly love her, and hope she feels much, much better in the coming times.

we love you, V!

A good many things, but mostly just three.

'ello loves!

goodness, it has been quite a long time, has it not?

to get us rolling right along here:

Thing the First: I have learned (throughout the afore-mentioned "being vegan week") that it is nearly impossible to do so when you are eating the foods an entire community eats, and you can't bloody plan your own menu (yes, indeed, we partake in "menu-planning" for the week at my lovely boarding school) and you aren't buying and making your own food (though some people had taken the time to actually make vegan food, thanks a lot to them).

Thing the Second: I'm home! and I've been so for over a week now, though it hardly feels like it. *tangent* and you know my very favourite part about being home? when people ask you a question while you're eating lunch or dinner or something, and then everyone stops and stares at you, waiting for a very-detailed answer. and usually, it's the same question they asked last time you were home. and before that. and then, other people ask the same bloody questions, and it goes on and on and on and it drives me bloody well INSANE! and then, oh, and then, they have the absolute gaul to ask when I'm leaving, which is not exactly something I feel absolutely joyous about... *un-tangent*

Thing the Third: today, I fell in love with the art of Margaret Wall-Romana (http://mwallromana.com/). AMAZING!

xo

And now for something completely different...

'ello, Lovelies!

I've noticed that my posts are becoming rather scattered as of late...

---

anyway, I'm finally completely alone (accept for an off-duty houseparent) since I've been home, and joyous am I!

my house has always been very calm, clean and just plain quiet, so whenever I can get that here I try to enjoy it to the fullest.

---

in other news, I'm going vegan for a week, starting monday.
I've been wanting to do it for a while (though I'd never made much progress, accept the occasional summer day when I would spend all day outside reading about it, and then (when I was younger then I am now) my blood sugar would become all askew from eating little to nothing all day) and now I have an actual reason to, for I am doing it as a project for my nutrition class (along with a report, of course.)

---

people have returned.

---