
Currently listening to: Asobi Seksu "Hush"
So, I actually had a pretty successful day. I went into the city to get my bangs trimmed because they keep falling in my eyes and bothering me. However, the salon was closed on Mondays (of which I was not aware--curses!). But, instead of moping, I decided to do a quick little search around the Paseo arts district to see if I could find any interesting shops. I found one that had a retro sign up, so I went inside. It smelled like musty incense, and I had to listen to a fortuneteller reading customers' hands while I shopped, but I did manage to find a cute dress that can be pulled down to make a jumper. And the lady had a buy one get one free sale, so I got this gorgeous wooden basket purse that has a turn-latch, and I found another wood woven purse that I got her to throw in for only five dollars. All in all, I spent about twenty dollars for a dress and two purses--a pretty good deal in my opinion. =]
Afterward, I went to work, and then out to dinner at Cheddar's to celebrate my brother's birthday. I could only eat a few bites before I was filled, so we went to Hasting's to look around for a bit. I found a splendid collection of Emily Dickinson poetry that I had to have, and the C.S. Lewis book Till We Have Faces. It's tells the story of Eros and Psyche from Psyche's sister's perspective. A little different from the original story, but Eros and Psyche was always my favorite Greek myth. It's so enchanting! Well, it's off to bed with me, but I will leave you with a beautiful E. Dickinson poem I found in my readings tonight. Sweet dreams, all!
I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels.
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy speechless hills
That gaze upon his journey;
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As heaven, unto me!
I envy nests of sparrows
That dot his distant eaves,
The wealthy fly upon his pane,
The happy, happy leaves
That just abroad his window
Have summer's leave to be,
The earrings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,
Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.

