the pineaway

i should know better by now not to wander into zara when i'm supposedly only on my way to buy food. somehow i ended into a fitting booth and inside a dress impossible to resist. honestly, i thought it was going to be too big, so i could just sigh and say 'oh well'... but if was perfect in every way. very simple and clean-cut and essentially me. deep, inky blue seems to be rivaling wine reds in my wardrobe these days. i also had my paws on a lacy dress at the kiddie section, natural white and softer than soft, almost exactly like my piece of vintace lace curtain i'd sew into a garment if it weren't so fragile. it was dreamy but since i don't live in a whitewashed villa in tuscany, i walked away.

i thought i bought turkish delights from the delicatessen (i love that it's called that, even though in reality my grocery shopping is not that exquisit) but now i see i've got greek delight. is there a difference?

there was some sort of model competition at the mall and i swear some of those girls had legs longer than i am tall. i felt sorry for the nervous one that was so obviously not going to make it, even though she was very model-y and gorgeous. then, out of the blue, i felt very happy to be five foot two in flat boots with nothing to prove to anyone. today it was also warm enough not to slouch and shiver, with some ice-less streets, and all of that contributed to a stride and posture i'd forgotten i can pull off.

one of my friends stayed the night and he left me an organic pink grapefruit. it was so tasty... i boiled the peel to make an AHA toner, and the fragrance of that is out of this world! too bad the liquid does not taste as good...

i want to write about japan, but i don't know what to say. usually i don't get this upset over disasters in the world. i don't even know anyone in japan personally, but i'm so heartbroken that there's nothing i can do, no one i can offer shelter from the cold, no way to hold and comfort somebody. and how can life be so fickle for some, yet so persistent on others?