whimsy |ˈ(h)wimzē|(also whimsey )noun ( pl. whimsies or whimseys )playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humor• a whim.• a thing that is fanciful or odd: the stone carvings and whimsies.
- The fact that I'm only 50buckaroos away from photography bliss - le Canon T3
- Learning French phrases like je ris de vous {I laugh at you} and vous chèvre {you goat}. I'm excited to use them in some public place :)
- Endeavoring to learn viola. That's right. I'm willingly taking temporary leave of violin {lessons} and taking up viola.
- Impressing my violin teacher yesterday with my awesome shifting and transposing skills {ha}
- Finding Ken Burns' Civil War documentary on Netflix
- Drawing a semi-amazing Sherlock cartoon tattoo on myself. Ah, the sadness when it washed away!
+ Between
- Wishing I could time travel. Or just fall into books. That would be great, too.
- Starting another story. Mid-19th century farmstead this time. Largely inspired by my infatuation with the Civil War era.
+ Not so cool
- Me. Not writing. The shame.
- This weather. It's seriously a million degrees below zero with a major wind factor.
- Having to pick through moldy hay while freezing in said weather.
- Walmart's people-goers. I don't care how punk or emo or whatever-the-heck you are - leggings are not pants.
- Grandma drivers. Once you reach a certain age road laws must no longer apply.
- Shyanne being a cow; rearing and bucking and the like. I'd thought she'd grown out of it by now. I mean, she's 17!
all pictures via Pinterest.com
I absolutely loved this. I was laughing at the "picking through moldy hay while freezing in said weather."..because I know exactly what you mean! Been there done that. Still doing that actually. Haha. :))
ReplyDelete*laughing so hard she can barely breathe* The Nuns..
ReplyDeleteL.O.L. This was fantastic.
ReplyDeleteAbout "Having to pick through moldy hay while freezing in said weather."
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain. I truly do.
(oh, and I love the nuns! what's your name on pinterest?)
Lady N: You can find my Pin profile by clicking on the Links page :)
ReplyDeletei'd love one day to just live on a farm for awhile. growing up in the suburbs of NYC... it just doesn't exist. there is no space between towns, and the only thing that designates a change is the sign on the side of the road that says you're crossing lines. hope the weather gets better for you! (personally, I'm a huge fan of the cold)
ReplyDeleteOh, hope you get your precious T3 soon! I love mine! ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd I know what you mean. Leggings being worn as pants is very disturbing...