16 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
≈ Comments Off on Memory overload…
Lauren DiMarco in Vancouver © Joan Currie
Her memory from old habit of the mind
Went slipping back upon the golden days
In which she saw him first,…
from The Idylls of the King – Guinevere by Tennyson
I remember first seeing him standing in the doorway of the dockside restaurant.
06 Monday Aug 2012
Posted in Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
from When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare
Tears came to my eyes when I found a keepsake box containing a pink sweetheart rose from my first prom corsage. It is lovely still!
19 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Art, Design, Music, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
≈ Comments Off on Entering anew…
Tags
I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice
how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.
Ransom Riggs
Taking less tentative steps forward…
26 Tuesday Jun 2012
© Lauren DiMarco
Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Trying to shed old habits…
24 Sunday Jun 2012
Posted in Art, Design, Music, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
Tags
Bronx, Lady Gaga, Lauren DiMarco, NYC, Photography, Relationships, Telephone, Travel
© Lauren DiMarco – Bronx Telephone
We’re sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time
Please check the number, or try your call again.
from Telephone by Lady Gaga
Why do we talk so much on the phone yet fail to communicate?
23 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Design, Photography, Reflections, Travel
≈ Comments Off on Sum of its parts…
Tags
Bananarama, Cruel Summer, Einstein, Harlem, Lauren DiMarco, NYC, Photography, Travel
© Lauren DiMarco – Harlem
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go.
lyrics from Cruel Summer by Bananarama
Sometimes the details create the bigger picture.
(Note: Einstein had a different idea about the sum of its parts.)
17 Sunday Jun 2012
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Relationships
≈ Comments Off on Happy Father’s Day…
© Joan Currie
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
from Only a Dad by Edgar A. Guest
Thanks to Dads, one and all!
You may also like:
15 Friday Jun 2012
Tags
© Joan Currie – Journal cover
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something looseknit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes to mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.
by Virginia Woolf
I created my journal cover (above) with a painted section of fabric from a vintage Joseph Ribhoff jacket.
Fabric Cover Construction Methods:
Creativity Prompt
Candace Jedrowicz
Country Living
01 Friday Jun 2012
Posted in Design, Food, Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
≈ Comments Off on Loving again and again…
© Joan Currie
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
‘I love her for her smile – her look – her way
Of speaking gently, – for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee – and love,
so wrought.
from If Though Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Surely after all these years our love is transcendent.
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Design, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Relationships
≈ Comments Off on Radiance…
Tags
beautiful, Fashion, Margaret Sangster, Photography, Poetry, Vintage drop earrings, Winsome Womanhood, Writing
© Joan Currie – Vintage drop earrings
No trumpet sounds before him,
No silver bugles blow,
And skies are radiant o’er him,
And stars to light him glow.
from Winsome Womanhood by Margaret Sangster
I remember the intensity of your Prince Charming light.
Satin & Sand 