BLONDE FOX
She was the wildest of the foxes and the blondest of the blondes. She left home at eighteen and never looked back. She road on skateboards with boys on the west coast, and made men fall in love on the east. She was like a fresh jar of vanilla frosting, creamy and sweet. Her heart was too big for her chest, so she’d carry it around in a baby blue alien pendant around her neck. And when she got tired of the noise, she’d crave the loving Berenstain Bear house where she grew up.
And when she got homesick and tired of the east and west coast… she drank champagne and slept in her momma bear’s bed. She knew what she needed; love, affection. And she had it all; three beautiful sisters and a teenage brother. She was healthy at home, the connection of eyes, the brushing of the hair and a stroke on the cheek. Society had made her a monster, a woman that could live like the Spartans with no sleep or food. But she had been blessed with a home, a home she could return to whenever the foxes of the coasts got a little too wild.
sunglasses by wildfox
sweater by wildfox
boots from dollskill
photos by Adam Montgomery
That’s quite a nice piece of fiction… But I don’t know it lacks something, couldn’t point it out, maybe is it a narrative voice assured of itself, a bit of originality, of twistedness. You need to practice, that’s a normal thing… love you, your brain, your pain and your pen (one of the words is there just for a matter of style or maybe another just for a lewd joke … ;-)) )
I just wanted to say that you inspire me :) last night i read half of your blog and now i just want to put on my shortest dress, highest heels even though I’m 5’11, go out and don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone :) thanks and keep doing this :)
thank you so much for leaving a comment, they keep me going… you are inspiring me with your kind words xo
On September 16, 1832, the first of the Lee brood was born-a healthy son they named George Washington Custis Lee. Robert wrote to his brother Carter of his joy. “I have got me an heir to my estates! Aye, a boy!” Baby George, or “Bouse” as Mary affectionately nicknamed him, grew quickly and the new mother soon realized she had her hands full. She wrote to her mother, “If his energies can only be well directed, they may be the means of much usefulness. But I already shrink from the responsibility. It requires so much firmness and consistency to train up a child in the right way…” Mary’s days were filled with sewing, cleaning, and cooking. Even so, she found occasional time to read and paint. Life at Old Point Comfort was becoming palatable. She even found time to tend to the black children in the fort who were not permitted to worship in the chapel. She opened her home to them and taught Bible classes. She also used her own money to purchase Catechism books for the slaves located at the garrison.
Great shots. So light and pretty.
thank you xoxo
They made great time the rest of the way… suddenly not tired, or thirsty, or hungry…they raced to the finish and have been running ever since.