I would like to share with you a song that Emily introduced me to a while ago. From the first listen I was hooked.
I don't really know what in particular about this song and this rendition, specifically, that I love, but I think it may be one of my favorite songs. I simply love it. So, so very much. It is one of those songs that just plays over and over in my mind and I have yet to get sick of it. I love Judy Garland (not nearly as much as Emily, though. She is like the Judy Garland aficionado of the South. Or maybe just in general... I dunno) and I love how her voice sounds in this version. And the mood of it. And the composition. Just everything.
Sorry for that terrible explanation, I just cannot express my feeling well right now.
Probably be cause I'm quite hopped up on honey. "Why?" you ask. This is why:
Yes, my mother sent me back to school with a bottle of honey as large as my head. I am convinced I will never run out... except not really since I have very little self control.
What's that? You want me to show off my outfit?
Fine. Stop being so pushy.
I have been trying to accomplish a pageboy hair do a lot lately, but it almost always reverts to normal curly-outy-ness after a few minutes outside. Today I was particularly determined because I am soooo in love with Ginger Roger's pageboy in Vivacious Lady, which just happened to be on TCM the one night I was at my mom's house (I have no TV here,) so we watched it. Thankfully she enjoys TCM as much as I do, unlike Emily's folks.
I had seen this film before and took screen shots of it then (I watched it on Youtube before TCM decided they actually had it and wanted the world to see it) so forgive me if the images are not too clear.
This is the hair style I trying to get:
|Vivacious Lady (1938)|
But I got something a little more like an very un-perfect version of this:
|Stage Door (1937)|
Which I still like a lot, but as I said, it didn't last too long.
But I REALLLY wish I could do is this:
Oh and another good, yet completely irrelevant part of my gloriously cool (70 degrees!) weekend with my mother:
|HOMEMADE PIZZA DOUGH. I love dough of pretty much any variety, but my ma's pizza and bread doughs are the absolute tops. As is the pizza we made out of this lovely dough.|
Now I need to go watch The Harvey Girls and simultaneously do a huge architecture project. Go me!