faby bairies and Naomi

[W]hen the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.

~James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan

Now presenting...naomi lee o'bryant!  My newest cousin! Even though I'm claiming her as my niece since her mother is basically my sister. I WILL be Auntie Carlie, that awesomely stylish and wealthy aunt (minus the, you know...wealth) who spoils her fabulous niece. That's right--I'm AWESOME. ;)

Oh, she is so precious. There's something about a baby that just...smells like Heaven. Literally. They're so fresh and new to the world. Simply angelic and completely innocent. It's a beautiful thing to hold that in your arms! I love her!

 I'll tell her to believe in fairies.

Vintage images found at graphicsfairy.blogspot.com.

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:) :-) :0)

January

There's nothing worse than depressing snow, at least as far as weather is concerned. In early December, the first snow is a thing of celebration, jubilee, festivities! It means that Christmas is closing in. It's happy snow. Once Christmas is over, the snow stays fairly cheerful for about a week. Then, just after New Year's Day, it resorts to a sad, selfish, and unreliable mood. With no more holiday to look forward to, the snow quickly becomes an inconvenient hassle and a dirty, gray, wizened atmosphere settles over everything. It melts, refreezes into deadly ice, then melts, refreezes into even deadlier ice, and so on. Then, out of the CLEAR BLUE (or rather, sooty gray--I haven't seen clear blue skies in far too long) fresh, clean snow starts to blizzard around. Things begin to look a little bit nicer, the new snow disguising the blackened ice, but it doesn't hold the same excitement as it did before. It's merely an unexpected cover-up. Tomorrow afternoon, it'll get just warm enough to liquify some of this precipitation, and then tomorrow night, the biting cold will sweep through and turn everything to slick, hidden, cunning ice.

Boo on January. It's crampin' my style, Lyle.

In our lovely deseret...industries

More fondly known as D.I., and quite possibly one of the greatest miracles of these latter days. A thrifty miracle. An oh-my-gracious-do-they-really-have-that-item miracle.

Carlie's Shopping I-just-barely-bought-these-incredible-things-tonight List

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  a couple of fantastically vintage dresses
• three pairs of delicious denims
• peachy-keen blouses
• an extremely creeper porcelain doll with a pale purple pallor
• a not-so-scary mini porcelain doll to hang on my mobile (YES! I am making a mobile! For my ROOM! Like what babies have, except...I'm seventeen!)
• a new desk chair, ready to be re-covered
• the shelf: $10.00, perfect condition, perfect size, perfection.
• and randoms: musty-smelling books, miniature brass picture frames, and ribbons.

All in all, a highly successful evening.

storm

The drumming hum
of ceaseless rain
that thrums against
my windowpane.

Fingers there
enticing me
to sit and watch
the tossing sea.

From warm indoors
I watch the sky.
Its cold eyes too
are watching mine.

The chilling season
here abounds
in never-ending
rainy rounds.

A former glory
of the sun
has disappeared,
its day is done.

Once happy waves
now angry turn
in rolling thrusts
of frothy churn.

-CGH

and whom do you prefer?

On saturday I went to preference.

it was quite enjoyable. We made masks for the day date (the theme was masqerade) and then watched wait until dark, only one of the best movies of all time. We ate a fabulous dinner at my grandparent's beautiful house, then danced ourselves silly. I had the time of my life.  

growing wings

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Now these are a few of my favorite things, a few of the things that help me have wings.