I know, I know, everyone has a baby somewhere who they adore, a long list of baby nieces or cousins or best-friend’s toddlers or even your own sweet one, but our family has waited a long, a very long time for the arrival of a new baby. It’s been decades. Needless to say, he has swept us all into baby magic with his adorable cuteness. Seriously, it’s impossible not to share our delight for this little sugar baby. Please indulge me, yet again, come along and see for yourself his sweetness!
Earth Day
Earth Day is on the horizon, and these recycled words hit the theme and still echo true, if you ask me. Reuse, even if it’s a blog post, that’s the motto of this day, right? Hope you enjoy your first read new followers, and a second meaningful glance to you old time Nine Cent Girl fans. xxoo
“Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs, —
To the silent wilderness,
Where the soul need not repress its music.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley
As a Nine Cent Girl reader you are uniquely aware of the lovely places where I roam and know many are right out my front door. Having the very best of air, water, earth, with a fire in our hearth keep us balanced on this one small planet. This week as Spring is slowly emerging from her underworld and winter garb, there is the reminder that Persephone is rising with her mantle of yellow flowers and cape of greens. As all New Englanders, I anxiously await the ease this next season will bring and am always reminded how lucky I am to live here, in absolute beauty: under grey clouds or vast blue, each day is a gift.
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Spring Fling
Come April I am desperate to see more color in the natural world beyond my doorway. The snow melt has left rivulets of brown earth all through the open fields which are also left browned by the harsh winter. Trees are still bare, their silvery gray bark peeling in the brisk wind, abandoned broken branches strewn all across my yard, while I crave soft pink, daffodil yellow and kelly green. The anticipation over Spring is building only making my yearning more frantic. Old time Nine Cent Girl readers will know, this time of year I often concoct a photo shoot with expectation dominating my mood board, pulling together an array of props from my closet to mimic the bright pastels and infectious joy that is about to arrive. This week that happened once more with me prancing about my living room, having donned three “new to me” outfits. Since I was a teen I have loved finding wardrobe favorites from thrift stores or yard sales or in the case of these dresses, from the pop-up sale of a friend’s closet. Perhaps not divine inspiration but a Spring Fling all the same.
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