Matching Shoes

Julia insisted all the ladies gets matching shoes for the wedding, after all it was her one and only wedding. While all the dainty ladies popped off their heels, Angie cringed at the thought of those snooty metro’s looking at her humble feet. I should of done that feet manicure what-cha-ma-thingy, she whispered. When Angie's turn came around all the dainty doe-eyed ladies tried to politely ignore her. Angie immediately said sorry as she swung her tennis shoes off. Nonsense said the Metro’s you have perfect dancers feet. Angie beamed with pride and peered over at the ladies with visions of ballerinas in her head. The Metro’s walked her out of the store with 10 bags of shoes. It was apparent that Angie had never seen dancer’s feet.

Oh Great One

Oh great one, she said looking at the ceiling. Take me now, please oh great one, she whispered. Quiet giggle scattered the room. Take It easy I said, It’s just Yoga

Get 30

On her 30th birthday Anna started cry each day, she said it was from happiness and sadness. How is that possible?, I asked her. She smiled at me and said “Life is so amazing…..I just got it”.

Color Dogs

On New Years Day my sister said her new years resolution was to stop seeing the world through the eyes of a dog. Aren’t dogs color blind?

Loud

Today I declare “ I am living out Loud”. I SAID “TODAY I DECLARE, I AM LIVING ….oooohh never mind.

Early to rise

She had thunder thighs, an apple bottom plus a beer belly. Gee, she thought next time I’m coming early to pick out the good stuff.

Lying Fashion

I like people until I feel the “truth slip off”….that’s the fashionable term for lying.

Kidnapped

Why can’t you just say it! Julie screamed. I can’t she said it’s too awful. Said Sara What is so awful about that? Julie asked. It’s just difficult too say to someone, I’d rather tell him his dog got kidnapped then tell him. I mean anything will sound better after “Hey your dog got kidnapped”. Julie jumped up with a crazy look in her eyes and said “ You tell him you like him and I’ll get the kennel.”

Dinner time

I think if I was a perfect wife I’d celebrate each day by indulging myself with my wonder husband each morning and perhaps give him seconds, then I’d have the rest of the day to just prepare for the time I see my husband again, and make sure I’d cook the proper favorite meal and give out a sensual massage at least four times a week, he said. That’s not a wife, I told him. That’s a girlfriend, now go change Andrew , I got to go and finish making dinner. He stood their holding the baby, then asked “What’s the difference”? Without missing a beat Brenda said “A wife wouldn’t tell you where the diapers are”. Not sure if she said would or wouldn’t, David didn’t want to take a his changes, so quietly walked towards the hallway to begin his search.

bored

boredom compells people to do odd things.

Mirror

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty." -Pablo Neruda

she finds herself somewhere between Lolita and Madame Bovary...she is more a scent than an image: airy, empyreal. Like perfumes she contains the sublime, of course, but also the fecal. She sublimates the abject while drawing you to ideals. Vulnerable and ethereal, together with formidable and sadistic she has difficult moments where she feels misunderstood. She always seeks the truth as there are always contradictions around her...she is a scarlet lip-gloss suspect in the middle of global Puritanism...and surely angels with stringed instruments do follow. She sometimes wanders deep into the forest and into the sea. She is a translucent blue-green with firey red-orange tips that extend high towards the heavens. She is always late for the sky. She clothes herself in opal, emerald ,ruby and onyx dresses and pairs everything with her weathered english riding boots. She is all at once the femme fatale and the victim, the prey and preying mantis, the virgin and the whore. She is haunted by melodies that linger in her head from a different time and her class is a riddle. She changes her mind like the wind but she is always as constant as the Twelfth Night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Estrella is a clothing salon...I wanted to create a kind of shopping expierence where various creators from various fields gather together and encounter each other in an ongoing atmosphere of beautiful chaos: the mixing up and coming together of beautiful kindred souls who all share ONE strong personal vision of beauty.* * * * * ~~~~~~~~~~~And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us." And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us." The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow." But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions." At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east." And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset." In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills." And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

stranger

"Speak kind to a stranger, because you never know... it just might be an angel knocking at your door.

GoldFish Cracker

Every single time I get on an airplane, I am convinced it will crash, but I am equally as sure that I will somehow survive... and since Lost, I now scan the other passengers and imagine who I'd like to hang out with should we end up on a deserted island.

On one of my trips, the one girl who I decided would be my new best pal ended up being the very person to sit smack beside me.

When she offered me some of her goldfish crackers with a friendly smile, I got a little concerned... I figured it was a sign... but, thankfully that wasn't the case.

Sometimes a goldfish cracker is just a goldfish cracker.

Dark Angel

When I was a child there was a Man who sat on a chair in the corner of my room. I never saw him come and go but he was often there when I was frightened or worried.

I remember the first time I noticed him, during my walk to the neighborhood store. We needed rice, sugar..... something.

There I was lost in my day dream at night walking and thinking.

Daydreaming during a mid-evening walk.

A horse. I heard a horse drawn carriage running towards me!Alack horse who looked like the devil hissed at me to move.

Missed.

Suddenly there he was. I wasn't afraid. Just curious. There he was sitting there, on the corner. I can see his feet, his legs, his body, hands, arms, no face. It's too dark. His face in hidden in the shadows.

Somehow, i believe that even if a light has been cast on his face...i would not be surprised if there was not one.

Strange, I thought. He sat there on the ground. More like a drunk who was passed out, not looking at me.

Strange, I thought.

Odd that he warned me about the horse but never uttered a word.


Strange and kind, he told me soft stories of things that are difficult to remember.

I think he was always doing something with his hands like carving little birds with his pocket knife.

My parents and family never spoke of him and sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and he would still be sitting there in the dark.

Dark Angel...maybe

I think I would like to meet him again one day when I am very very old and had enough of this world.


Maybe my dark angel would move away from the shadows and reveil himself to me.


Remove his hood to reveil, a face.

A face so familiar, it would take me back a second in time.


my face would appear...smiling. we would hold hands and walk together into the shadows.

Why do you want me?

From time to time, you ask me Why I choose you. What is so special about you.

Well the reason is simple, i chose you because of you.

I have never had anyone treat me the way you do.

I have never had anyone just look at me and make me feel beautiful.

You do that to me!

You make me feel special and wanted.

As liberal as I can be, I would never do anything to hurt you.

You mean more to me than you realize.

I am hoping that one day I can prove all of this to you! I want you for you!

Good and Bad. Handsome and ugly. Thin or fat. Perfection and Flaws. Good mood and not so good mood. Mistakes and achievements. I don't want a version of you. i want the real, honest, bare You. All or nothing.

Nmaria

She came running into the store. i thought I was going to be late she said. Her hair wet from the rain.


Did you run in the rain? I asked, knowing the obvious answer.

Yeah, but I don't care, I thought I was late she said with a nervous smile.

She was never late. As a matter of fact she was always a delight. Kept herself busy. She knew how to think on her feet. Independant. Most important trust worthy. I could see how she grew more wise, more confident after the summer. She knew her stuff.


I haven't seen that nervous smile since.....well since that first day she I met her.


Short and sweet, she trotted in the studio. Shy and nervous, I thought.

There was a sort of determination about her.

She looked back towards the door, then I noticed this sweet pretty lady, with a big proud grin. Mother, I thought. She has to be the mother.

Mother waved her hand foward, as if to propel daughter forward. It did.


With an air push, daughter moved closer and uttered, "umm Hello, my name is Maria. I go to school near by here. I live near by here too. I like volleyball."

Is there a job opening here?


I didn't need an assistant. "Well, let me have your number and I'll call you," I said smiling.


She wrote her name and her number. Mother proudly standing by the door.

Good job Mother, I thought. To raise such a good daughter, that I would notice what a special kind person she was the first minute I met her.


Nervous smile I thought, nevertheless , her smile made me smile.

Smart girl,. I thought. Brave front with a nervous smile.

I think I'll call her.

The Velveteen Rabbit

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."





THE Velveteen Rabbit
OR HOW TOYS BECOME REAL
by Margery WilliamsIllustrations by William Nicholson

Retail

She has the soul of artist, the face of an angel and the instincts of a killer shark, of course she naturally gravitated towards retail.

Only to find that....... the fish in her, was actually a Dolphin. She swam far far away.

Smile

Macka and Layla headed out the door with their Luxury named brand bags and accessories ready to tackle the retail world.

Mother looked at her beautiful girls and someone yell out to them with a course voice, Someone once said " You are never fully dressed without a smile".

The girls looked at each other and kept walking away.

Layla, now pouting more then ever ...... asked Well, Then where can I buy one of those?

FAT

Atche sat on the bed waiting for Ceilya to finish dressing. Does this make me look fat? Ceilya asked.

Atche sat there and glared at her, thinking how dare she parade her little frame in front of a large woman and ask that question.

Atche managed to blurt out a lazy, No.


Are you sure? asked Ceilya quickly realizing that it was a mistake to confirm the unsatisfactory reply.


Too late. Atche was irritated. Fat peole are usually short about weight topics.

Why do you always ask that question? Atched snapped.


Ceilya poundered a minute, as if this was the first time she was met with this question.


Because I just want to know what makes me look fat, and I don't know what makes me look fat. Can you tell me? Ceilya, sounding like a 6 year old girl.

Atched looked at her once ugly duckling, now turned beautiful butterfly of a sister. She was standing there in her designer outfit at a negative size and Atche thought about all the times Ceilya carried her make-up kit during fashion shows. The times Ceilya waited on her during pageants. How Ceilya would help fix her hair everyday before school.

Atche looked at her beautiful sister and smiled inside knowing that she was beautiful no matter what she wore.


Hello? said Ceilya

I asked you What make me look fat? sang Ceilya


Atche took one look at her, got up and said. Fat.

What? asked Ceilya

Atche irritated again, started walking out of the room and yelling.

You heard me, I said Fat.

"Fat makes you look Fat."

No outfit in the world can make you look Fatter then Fat.