I have a spring cold. Yesterday I lounged around in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants and felt like crap. Today I decided to pull myself together. I still feel like crap, but at least a monster isn't staring back at me from the mirror. For the past two days I have been spending way too much time a) watching The Office non-stop on DVD, b) browsing through fancy style blogs and feeling unstylish, and c) feeling sorry for myself because my tomato seeds are not germinating. Today I decided to a) read books, b) enjoy the way I dress, no matter how unpolished and uncool it might be, and c) appreciate my alive-and-well broccoli seedlings. I also decided to brush up the look of the blog a little. So long, the cannibals and dusky belles header, and welcome, the floor plan of the old Binghamton insane asylum! There is something to be said about the power of getting dressed.
I had been looking for dream catcher earrings for some time. There are plenty of them out there on Etsy and eBay, but I waited until I found the perfect ones. I am very pleased with myself for not buying anything before I found exactly what I wanted. The earrings arrived today from CucumberWind, an awesome Etsy shop, which is on vacation right now. (They'll be back in action in May.)The ring is from America's Attic, a local shop that has an extensive selection of vintage jewelry. Lynn bought a bunch of scrap jewelry, found the ring in the bag, and gave it to me. Yay!
These are the books I am reading. I had been waiting for the reprint of Samuel Edward Dole Shortt's Victorian Lunacy (originally published in 1986) to come out since late last year, and I finally got my copy. The book reflects the trends of Anglo-American practice of psychiatry through the eyes of Richard M. Bucke, a prominent Canadian psychiatrist and superintendent of the London Asylum in Ontario. My other pick is Rachel Pollack's Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom. I was looking for a no-nonsense book on the Tarot, and this one was highly recommended by many, including Charlotte, whom I partly blame for my sudden fascination with Tarot.
I am wearing an old cardigan from a Benetton sample sale, a Target t-shirt, thrifted camouflage shorts and lace-up boots from Urban Outfitters. I stole the scarf from Chris.