i love storms.
all winter i wait for them, both literally and metaphorically. in between the big fun stuff i have been lazing around waiting for storms.
i took inspiration for my folksy layers from the ever-ingenious clover.
texture, ruffles, skirts-over-skirts, embroidery, color.
although cozy, i couldn't quite match her cuteness :)
i just borrowed her mixture of verdant green and red and the romanian-peasant-earth-mama vibe.
we've had hail, wind, slush, rain, snow, sunshine, mud, rainbows.
although we weren't buried in snow like the media promised, with pro-snowboarders riding down main street (that was the proposed gimmick apparently)
we've had a nice medley of weathers, just like february should be.
once again, i am adorned in more gifts.
the scarf round my waist came from sadie, the red dirndl blouse with delicate little buttons came from milla, who also handcrafted the lovely pouch pendant that holds my very special fertility charm from em.
this huge, thick golden cardigan came from missa and lately i've been throwing it on over everything.
it's perfect for these cold days, and it reminds me of a fisherman and even the boys are jealous of it.
on and off the snows came, and we made pizza and the boys played music and later darin and i watched Winter's Bone, which was really really good. i won't say too much because, i don't know about you, but i love not knowing anything about a movie when i first start it, having no idea what to expect.
bobey loved watching the crazy hail rampaging out of the sky while the sun shone. WEIRD i tell you.
it was coming down so hard the house was shaking. and yet the whole western sky was ablaze with bright sunlight.
here is a beautiful quote i meant to post last time:
"Oriol Vall, who works with newborns at a hospital in Barcelona, says that the first human gesture is the embrace. After coming into the world, at the beginning of their days, babies wave their arms as if seeking someone.
Other doctors, who work with people who have already lived their lives, say that the aged, at the end of their days, die trying to raise their arms.
And that's it, that's all, no matter how hard we strive or how many words we pile on. Everything comes down to this: between two flutterings, with no more explanation, the voyage occurs."
from Eduardo Galeano's Voices of Time
how are your stormy/sunshiney february days?
red blouse: vintage, thrifted and gifted by milla
black embroidered folk vest: thrifted, $3
pouch pendant: made by milla
gypsy scarf sash: giveaway from sadie
vintage red handmade skirt: thrifted, $3
underskirt: thrifted years ago
jeans: levi's from 2003
golden cardigan: gifted from missa
vintage green and red apron: thrifted, $1.50
argyle socks: ?