There's Something About Melancholy

I took this photo sometime in the Spring of my sophomore year of college, with photobooth, on the top floor of the library.  I was probably trying to work on some major research project or paper for finals and failing.  But the point of using it is that pictures of me not baring all of my horse teeth are rare and usually weird, and any stylized outfit shot would've downplayed the point of this post.

The universe has been kind of raining on my parade the past couple of weeks, today especially.  And though I never never post things I write in earnest for the interwebs to see and judge (even after lots of editing or confirmation that I didn't write it with my head up my ass) I feel some urge to be publicly creative.  So, enjoy or bombard, as you wish.

Big gnarled hands,

A little boy smile,

I always thought you'd stay the long while.

Too many manners unlearned, 

Awkward hugs unreturned,

stories you would never share.

The endearing magnification of thick glass,

charmingly gruff, a pain in the ass.

Checks in the mail each and every year,

Same signature, Same tender, 

Screeching helpers in your ears.

A white plastic stein with the letters rubbed off.

Hundreds of Kleenex,

a loud jarring cough.

Liters and liters of your favorite brown drink.

Sunday dinners, Easter mornings,

Festive holiday adornings.

Silent drives home,

and badly read lips.  

You can't bow out now,

when I've just got the gist.

Aimee A. Griffin 11/13/11

200

Can't believe I actually made it to 200 posts.  I know I'm not the most reliable blogger, but thank you to those who keep following with aplomb.  You are my bread and butter.

Forever 21 dress.  Blazer found at Macy's.  Frye boots.  Betsey Johnson sunglasses.  Bracelets were a gift from boyfriend.

Today is staggeringly beautiful, with the temperature at a balmy 70 degrees, sun, and not so much wind as we are usually wont to have in the burg.  I was so excited to finally break out this outfit that I had created in my head ages ago, but was too cold to wear.  Fact: the cold forces me to be less fashionable because I hate it so much.  All I think about is keeping it out and that usually leads to the warmest (not cutest) things I can get my hands on.  Some may call this an excuse, it isn't.  I could try harder, but I am too upset by the season.

I also like my messy bun quite a bit today.  And props to boyfriend on the bracelets, he picked them out all by himself!

Some of you are probably noticing the little purple and turquoise ribbon pinned to my left lapel.  I wearing it in solidarity with Students Against Sexual Assault (SASA) who are working to promote awareness and prevention of sexual assault on campus.  Do you go to the burg?  Stop by SASA's table in the Cub, take their survey (it will take up about one minute, really) and wear your ribbon too. 

I'm going to go take a walk in the sunshine!  Kisses!