• Fashion

    The Key to My Heart

    I have the key to my heart around my neck and I’ve worn red, so you know who I am.  I want to fall in love today; the sky is grey and chilly, but it wouldn’t matter…  … if only you found me… Our love would be breathless; A melody not unlike the stars’ dazzling song- Full of untold wonders that can only be felt, not heard.  And you are like the sand; Which grain are you, and when will the sea bring you to me? The key to my heart hangs around my neck, and I’ve worn red, so you know who I am.  Dress, thrifted. Headband (necklace): Forever 21…

  • Writing

    Dark Tower: Chapter Three

    Gosh, I am SO behind. I got to 7k and suddenly got distracted. So now my goal is to write upwards of 10,000 words by… Friday. It’ll be fun. When Rosalyn left her mother’s chambers, she found herself wandering aimlessly through the castle, so deep in her thoughts that she noticed not who passed her nor where her steps would take her next. Her heart contracted every time she thought of her mother’s announcement. What could she do? She had no power to keep the Queen from marrying unless she herself married first and forbade Lilith to take a husband. But who could she marry? The foppish Prince of Semlick,…

  • Writing

    Dark Tower: Chapter Two

    This blog might just be spammed with storytelling for November, let me warn you. Especially with the time change meaning that the light is totally gone by the time Mr. Owl gets off work, so we have very few days to take outfit pictures. If you haven’t seen the first chapter and don’t know what this is all about, click, and read. Otherwise, enjoy. 🙂 Chapter Two Rosalyn woke the next morning with grit in her eyes and a heaviness weighing down her heart. Yet, her mind was clear. She had no doubts that her mother was already planning to marry her to whomever suited the Queen’s wishes; likely a…

  • Writing

    Friday Story-Time: Dark Tower

    So a few of you who are my long-time and amazing blog-readers know that I came into blogging from a site known as Fiction Press, where I curated my imagination with many, many (Sadly) unfinished stories, as well as a few completed ones. You probably know that I adore writing. It is the one “job” that I would love to have: write novels. You likely also know that I haven’t written in over a year. More like nearly two years. Life and inspiration kind of just kicked me down in the writing world, and I haven’t written more than one paragraph of a story (which I have been deleting because…

  • Photography

    We need a Rochester. Any volunteers?

     My friend Sarah and I had a photoshoot yesterday. We took 640 pictures, and out of those… approximately 30 turned out. In the rest, we were laughing. Or making faces. But here are the good ones, for your enjoyment. (Yes, we climb trees in Vintage dresses. Because we’re cool like that.) And yes, I had fun editing these. Can you tell?       I think this one looks like a movie poster. Yes. I’m supposed to be dead. And yes, I know. I forgot to round these corners. You can see the full set of pictures on Facebook, as well as some outtakes. Because we are pretty much total spazzes. I hope…