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Friday, June 29, 2012

Carmen


Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself cause her liquour's top shelf
It's alarming honestly how charming she can be
Fooling everyone, telling how she's having fun

She says you don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says you don't want to get this way
Famous, and dumb, and no age
My, I'm dying

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Carmen, carmen, staying up til morning
Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean
It's alarming truly how disarming you can be
Eating soft ice cream, coney island queen
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lana+del+rey/carmen_20992970.html ]
She says you don't want to be like me
Looking for fun, get me high for free
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says you don't want to get this way
Street walking at night, and a star by day

It's tiring, tiring

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Baby's all dressed up, with nowhere to go
That's the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Time and cherry marks while doing party favours
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now, the camera's on
And you're alive again

Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi
...

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Like lightning, light, like lightning...

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself cause her liquour's top shelf

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Sweet Like Honey

 Lately, I have been dreaming about taking my first vacation to Hawaii...how can it be that I, being from California and all, haven't been to the Big Island yet? It is unfathomable. I remember those high school years, all of my friends went on a regular basis. Mexico and Hawaii. Anywho, it is long overdue. Tiki drinks, hula skirts, and Spam sushi, here I come! Hey, if Anthony Bourdain likes it, then so will I ;)
As previously mentioned, I currently live in the Balkans and I have been trying to get my paws on a bottle of setting lotion, but that seems to be nonexistent in this part of the world. Along with slips. I had to scour the entire city for a slip to wear under my summer dresses so that my unmentionables will not be visible to the public. I got so many strange looks when I asked about the slip. "A slip? No one wears those anymore", one salesgirl smugly replied. So am I the only person in the entire city who is reluctant to show off my undergarments? Methinks not. It cannot be true! Anyways, back to the story. I couldn't find setting lotion, so I found a wonderful recipe for homemade setting lotion. All you do is boil a few spoonfuls of flaxseeds in a cup of water, and voila! I have yet to try it out on a whole head of hair, but I did a test run on one curl, and it turned out amazingly light and fluffy and not crunchy at all. I think I will buy a bottle of almond oil and add a few drops to enhance the scent. I love homemade things. *le sigh*.
That is it for now, I'll be back soon :)

Sunday, June 24, 2012

A New Beginning

Hello,
My name is Catherine and I am a native California girl who fell in love with a Macedonian boy, and currently live in the Balkans. This is where I live...Macedonia. For now. I miss California so much. But for now, this is it:








Hands. Fingertips. A bare wrist. A naked arm. We take so much for granted in this strange new world of overexposure and hypersexualization. There were times when a naked ankle could cause a riot, when the mere sight of a bare hand could stir a man's imagination, there were times when the simple act of walking down the street could bring a man to his knees. What ever happened to the poetess courtesan? The woman who was oh so quick to expose her brilliant intellect and her distinct sense of cheek, but who was calculating and strategic concerning revelations of the physical realm. What have we done to our Muse? We have stripped away everything that was virtuous and pure, everything worthy of being worshiped, and replaced her (the goddess of Love) with a cheap version constructed of plastic and paint.

This is where my love of vintage comes in. I love the way vintage clothes, specifically from the 1930's until the 1950's, make me feel. Uncommon. Feminine. Beautiful. I cherish keeping a part of me for myself, only to be exposed behind closed doors. Mystery and novelty, these are the lifeblood of seduction. This is why I love vintage. A piece of clothing may seem trivial and frivolous to some, but I truly believe that what one chooses to wear reflects the innermost depths of ones personality.

Wearing my favorite 1940's dress...I'm obsessed with flowers!


After some deliberation, I have decided to begin writing about my philosophies on life, beauty, seduction, and of course, my love of everything vintage. I hope this blog can bring you some sort of pleasure...stay tuned if you like vintage, kitties, cooking, and travel!

Greetings from the Balkans,
Catherine "Pussycat" W.