Well I'm Excited

Sweet Serendipity

For this week's assignment we got to pick our own theme...I was planning on doing a self portrait to try out my new Opteka remote, but it was pouring down rain for most of the day [personally, I thought this would add a wonderful effect to the picture, but I could find neither willing models, or someone to hold an umbrella over my camera].

 My Mom and I went to run a few errands, and I brought my camera in case any spectacular photo opportunities should arise. None did, but when we were finished we stopped at a local thrift store where I snagged a gorgeous vintage wedding dress for only 19.99  [I'll put a picture on my blog after I wash it]! 

We then moved on to an antique store filled with all kinds of vintage things...

I bought three old postcards, a music/powder box, and a blue feathery headband/cap thing. 

I don't know if you can see it in the picture, but that tiny letter was sent in 1911!

- Erin :)

P.S. The music box plays a wonderfully haunting tune, I do wish there was a way to put it on here...

Pillars

" He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory: for the pillars of the earth are the LORD'S, and he hath set the world upon them."

1 Samuel 2:8

Happiest Independence Day to You All,

 

I hope it was lovely. 

"It is easily overlooked that what is now called vintage was once brand new." - Tony Visconti

"Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you." - Nathaniel Hawthorne

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." - Rabindranath Tagore

"We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever." - Ê Carl Sagan

-Erin :)

Vintage

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. "

~ Jane Austen

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

~ William Shakespeare

The Taste of June