dear one-day-pal,

in


i broke the candlesticks. the one's i knew you'd hate.

this last move.

they were on top of my bookshelf.

i was moving a picture frame and they fell.

and they shattered.

i didn't imagine they could make themselves so small. even in breaking, i couldn't fathom that there would be so many pieces. so tiny.

i was fine. unscathed. strangely enough the glass seemed to avoid me all together.

i should be thankful for that.

i know. i know that.

but the thing is, all i can think,

it's one less fight. one less fight we'll have.

a silly little fight about differing tastes.

one less memory.

one less moment for me to fall madly and deeply and desperately in love with you.

love,

the girl two-candle sticks short tonight

in


one regret,
dear world,
that i am determined
not to have
when i am lying
on my deathbed
is that i did not
kiss you enough.

hafiz


seeing in colors.

in


sometimes i like to go and just stand under the arched trees of central park.
and feel both small and big.
and safe.
to feel enveloped by green.

and remember that, while for one brief moment
i may not be able to see the blue of the sky, it's there.
it's always there.

and today i feel so darn full of blue.
(in the best possible way).

the cake

in ,

it should be noted...
(since comments were made about the cake in my latest post)
that i made it.
yes! i know! i who may not know how to cook, can whip up baked goods when push comes to shove.


that being said...
it should also be noted
that i made the frosting.

and that the frosting was not yet hard enough when i placed it on the warm cake.

(it has been a while.
since i baked.
anything).

and that i may have left the party with frosting in my hair.
on my left arm.
a tad on my boot.
and just a wee bit on my skirt.

and that victoria may find frosting in her kitchen for days to come.

that being said,
it was a hit.
(i think.)
{i hope.}



ps:

a word about plagiarism...

i love when people reference my blog. or cite it.
it flatters me to no end. lets me know that things are
relevant and relatable.
(and it always makes my giddy when someone tells me,
but it's not necessary--it's that person's prerogative.)

i get that the blog world is in many ways about
inspiration. and this lends itself to a certain
amount of passing of ideas. we borrow from people.
use their ideas as a spring-board for our own.
it's an amazing phenomenon.
and a lovely form of sharing.

plagiarism is not these things.
it is stealing. you know it when you
see it. you know it when you do it.
if you think maybe you've done it--if
you're unsure--chances are, you have not.

i hate that i'm doing this.
but let it serve as a little public-service
announcement:

(note the sidebar. and then scroll down).

follow up: i was alerted to the plagiarism by a very kind reader. i love it that you all have my back--it means so much.