happy days

So my shoot went well. We did 3 looks, a 40s dress, burlesque corset and Hollywood swimsuit - all of them looked amazing, so I'm very happy. I can't wait to post them but the photographer's going to Berlin, so I won't get the photos back for a few weeks. In the 80s today, ugh. Soon be Halloween, just won't seem right if there's not a touch of frost in the air. Ordered our costumes last week, now just have to work on turning the basement into a spooky 300esque set. Should be fun.

big 60

So this being my 60th post shouldn't someone be buying me a diamond? I can only hope right? Sunday is my photoshoot, so I should be able to post the images within a week. I'm doing another show at the end of October, so I'll be busy over the next month organizing that. Today is my littlest brothers Birthday - Happy Birthday Tom! Miss you. What happened to my nice crisp Fall? Today is muggy and hot. Boooo.

RIP

I was very saddened to hear of the tragic death of Colin McRae and his young son (and others) in a helicopter crash near his home in Scotland this weekend. He was one of Britain's greatest sportsmen, and one of Scotland's finest men. My sincere condolences go out to his wife and daughter. On the way to my show this morning we drove past an accident with dead bodies laying on the road covered with sheets. It's days like this make me hold my children a little tighter and breathe a little lighter.

current mood - chipper

So I'm busy getting ready for my show this wkend. Can't believe it's already the afternoon, where does the time go? Fingers crossed for good weather. I can feel the baby moving now, which is exciting. My friend delivered her little bundle of joy on September 11th. I think it's a sign of hope, rather than an unfortunate birthday. Life goes on. Anyway back to the dull task of packing stuff up, sigh, at least I have my wonderful husband to keep my spirits up. And keep my stress levels low.

seasons

Today I awoke to singing in my head. I could hear the song from Rent - Seasons of Love. You know the one, I quoted below for those who don't. I loved that musical the songs were so energetic, and so memorable obviously. Maybe this is in my head because it's cooler this morning, the seasons are a changing. Now I've got Dylan "the answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind." Must be the lack of sleep, that's got me all hazy, or maybe the late night rendition of Twinkle Little Star with my 2 yr old.

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments So Dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do you Measure - Measure A Year ?

In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life

How About Love ?

9/11

Six years have passed, and yet the images splashed across the media seem as raw as that day. My thoughts are with everyone who lost someone that day, and to all who were affected in other ways, if it is true that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, then in my eyes you are all truly some of the bravest and most robust people on earth. If it is possible to have a favorite funeral poem, without it being too morbid - then this would be mine. To me, it seems as appropriate for a memorial, so here follows W. H. Audens Funeral Blues/Stop All The Clocks.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

busy days..

Time just flies past me at warp speed. I can't believe I'm already going into my 4th month of this pregnancy. My two toddlers say more words everyday, and grow taller, and I like to think wiser too. My Malamute puppy now dwarfs my Lab. Suddenly the trees in my street are turning orange and red. And I hear there might be a cold front sweeping through soon - hooray! My pin-up shoot with Viva was postponed until the 23rd, so I'll have my pics up here by the end of the month. Saturday was a crazy day for me. A film crew, reporter and all arrived to interview me on what I've been doing since I left Scotland. They filmed me with my family and took lots of footage of my jewelry, so I hope to sell loads when it airs! This weekend I'm on the road selling my wares at the Queens County Fair, Saturday and Sunday - come see me - mention this blog and get a free Vargas print!