Details:
Cardigan-Thrifted
Tee-Victoria's Secret
Leather Leggings-Bohme
Boots-gifted
Necklace-birthday present!
These pants were called sexy today. I may have accomplished the impossible folks. I'm the least sexy person alive. I smile constantly (except in blog pictures, interestingly), I laugh too much, and I make odd faces when it's quiet for too long. That is a recipe for unsexiness...
A friend even told me that, actually. But he really fixed that up nicely when he told me today that these pants are sexy. Yes please! I felt like a foxy latina lady...
I can't wait to finish the sweatshirt I'm working on for class. I'm not a sweatshirt girl, but I feel amazing whenever I learn to make something new. Holla for fleece!
Also, I read the most lovely poem today:
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
Lord Byron
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
Lord Byron
Love, Sarai
PS:
This song gets me every time
