by Angeliska on December 15, 2008
Last night we went to see the Golden Dragon Acrobats at the Paramount Theatre.
Oh heavens, they were so incredible! I have rarely seen such
feats of daring, grace and strength performed so playfully
and (apparently) effortlessly. I want to be an acrobat when I grow up.
(Nevermind that I don’t even know how to do a cartwheel!)
We were celebrating Miss Sarah Belle’s birthday (aka. DJ Organgrinder)
with sweet potatoes roasted in the fire and ginger lemon whiskey,
on the most beautiful night of the year. Shivery silver winds + skeins of stars!
And even though she was far away, numerous birthday toasts
were made in honor of Mlle. Tamera’s whelping as well!
In fact, there was a meteor shower in honor of these two amazing mädchens!
A gibbous Moon will overpowered all but the brightest meteors..
Next year, the Geminids will be stunningly bright and very visible,
since the moon will not be so luminous as it has been recently-
mark your calendar and go lay down under the sky!
“And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown
from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee”
-Emily, Joanna Newsom
I have a new winter hat.
It is very, very old- and
was once a raccoon.
Vintage raccoon hat – ebay
Black + copper scarf from street vendor
Hand of Fatima from my gramma
Fur lined vest (handmade by some hippie
out of an old mink coat with moroccan textile) – Uncommon Objects
AA black tunic
Red cotton leggings – I don’t remember- free box, maybe?
Black vintage Olathe boots – Uncommon Objects
I am super excited about these boots-
it’s so hard to find vintage boots that fit me
(I wear an 8.5) and these are nice and tall!
I’ve been wearing the silver and chrysocolla
bracelets my mama made. For almost 3 years
after the hurricane, I couldn’t find them anywhere-
I was terrified that I might have lost them in the rubble!
I was so relieved and happy when I found them
in a box full of treasure, still caked in plaster sludge.
Chrysocolla is associated with tranquility and peace,
intuition, patience, and unconditional love.
You are still wrecked among heathen dreams.
We danced to where in the winding thicket
The damask roses, bloom on bloom,
Like crimson meteors hang in the gloom.
-William Butler Yeats,
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I
p.s. The ends of braids make excellent moustaches.