Wednesday, March 25, 2009

but cobblestones are scary

I have outfit envy. But the purpose of this post is to lament the fact that I have ankle boots almost identical to these, but I don't wear them for two reasons. 1. I have yet to master the art of navigating rough terrain in stilettos. 2. The only time somewhat appropriate for me to wear those killers is the weekend. And chances are that at those so-called appropriate events, I often find myself in a state which further debilitates my ability to walk in them successfully.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

float actively

finding the smallest spaces large, heavily tapestried and stinking of earths. digging hoe fingers into the rows between planted hairs taking lobes into my most patient of mouths. leaving coffees sitting on the scattered surfaces of a new old home, the smallest of shared spaces. filling in shapes with my own. putting the flowers and pinks where i want them to be. spending the money it takes to get home. scissors the only sure extension of my warm weather hands. hearing the buzz of the bathroom from far down the hall. shouting sneezes through the stairwells. begonias on my window sill. taking songs into my hands. laced up the leg. what will we do, come thursday night? flat heeled on the tile, then raised up on the worn balls of my feet as a wiggledance i create to better fill the space when i brush my teeth. hands feeling through cotton the cold felt by the heat. implied dome. hang a lightbulb from the ceiling; what an idea!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


photo from jak & jil

Dear Nicholas Kirkwood,
I don't have a foot fetish.
I don't have a shoe fetish.
But the shoes that you create make me wish that I did.
xoxo, Sarah