Oh, you pretty things!
I hope you will forgive my occasional tributaries into the land of cupcakes, apartments, dresses, movies and other things that are not books, but it is all under the same umbrella of eternal youth, and that is where my interest really lies! So I thought I would share a few photos I snatched from this website called 'The Selby', which features photos taken by Todd Selby of painfully hip apartments- many of them up the road from me in Brooklyn, to my non-surprise! Though I'm not one for lots of blaring white and right angles (too 'hospital') or for mounds of clutter, which appear a lot with these creative (and rather wealthy!) people.. I've got to give a cheer! because these guys with their toys and books and gusto are really inspiring me to match my lifestyle with my style-style.
I find that though I dream and drool over the things I want to wear and own like a 1940s housewife with nothing to do but clean her house and drape pearls all over her body in the throes of a mid-afternoon, post-shopping euphoria... I am, and have been of late, horrifically broke. Until I can extract myself from that tar pit, I must admire in a quiet, smoldering way these creative peoples who are fabulously outfitting their eternal youthfulness with so many books, toys, and pretty things:
To TRY and keep things topic-full: what childrens books might have influenced, or currently influence, your aesthetic taste? I make very Miss Frizzle-y outfits, and look at the people of Nemo's Slumberland as style icons, and though I dress a bit like Pippi Longstocking right now, I wouldnt count it a bad thing. Nor would I mind at all living in a house like hers with a hollow tree, and a horse and monkey for roomates. Who doesn't STILL want a good sloping banister, or an upside down house like Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, or secret passageways, fun dinnerware, all the art supplies and toys you could ever want, and a backpack that happens to look like Yoda? Who doesn't want to do musical numbers about cheeseburgers in your kitchen with your husband in matching sparkly rainbow leotards? ..........
You can grow old when you're dead!!
Love
Me
P.S. In other, very sad news, Harold the Owl Hat vanished at a party and seems to be gone forever. It is truly a source of misery for me. If you are reading this, happen to live in NYC and spot it, pop them one right in the nose and snatch it for me? Then tell me their identity so I can boil them alive.
