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| Parisian Toile |
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| Super Cupcake |
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| Anchors Away |
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| Paris Boutique |
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Jessie Steele
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Monday, May 30, 2011
New Music Monday!!! 5/30/2011
This video is Young the Giant's My Body. I heard it at Jeremy's and I thought it was great so I thought I would share it for my new music Monday post. Enjoy the music.
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Sunday, May 29, 2011
An Original Poem
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| Favim |
Dream Interpretation
Distorted face
It’s out of focus.
A gun appears
Blending into the night,
pointed at me
Feelings of insecurity
An identity crisis
Aggression, anger,
Potential danger
Confrontation
Frozen in time
Lying in the backseat
Alone and scared
Eyes wandering,
Can’t move
Allowing others to control
Putting myself down
Restless and uneasy
Stripped of my identity
Fruitless endeavor
Nothing to give
His angers swells
Cocking the gun
Staring into the barrel
Finger on the trigger
Sigmund Freud’s
Phallic symbol
Power and impotence
Out of control
Authority and dependence
Nothing happens
The gun is gone
A ringing phone
Unforgettable dream
It wasn’t real
Amanda Lynn Brown ♥
a little birdie told me...
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Saturday, May 28, 2011
A Summer Love Poem
Noon by Louise Glück
They’re not grown up—more like a boy and girl, really.
School’s over. It’s the best part of the summer, when it’s still beginning—
the sun’s shining, but the heat isn’t intense yet.
And freedom hasn’t gotten boring.
So you can spend the whole day, all of it, wandering in the meadow.
The meadow goes on indefinitely, and the village keeps getting more and
more faint—
It seems a strange position, being very young.
They have this thing everyone wants and they don’t want—
but they want to keep it anyway; it’s all they can trade on.
When they’re by themselves like this, these are the things they talk about.
How time for them doesn’t race.
It’s like the reel breaking at the movie theater. They stay anyway—
mainly, they just don’t want to leave. But till the reel is fixed
the old one just gets popped back in,
and all of a sudden you’re back to long ago in the movie—
the hero hasn’t even met the heroine. He’s still at the factory,
he hasn’t begun to go bad. And she’s wandering around the docks, already bad.
But she never meant it to happen. She was good, then it happened to her,
like a bag pulled over her head.
The sky’s completely blue, so the grass is dry.
They’ll be able to sit with no trouble.
They sit, they talk about everything—then they eat their picnic.
They put the food on the blanket, so it stays clean.
They’ve always done it this way; they take the grass themselves.
The rest—how two people can lie down on the blanket—
they know about it but they’re not ready for it.
They know people who’ve done it, as a kind of game or trial—
then you say, no, wrong time, I think I’ll just keep being a child.
But your body doesn’t listen. It knows everything now,
it says you’re not a child, you haven’t been a child for a long time.
Their thinking is, stay away from change. It’s an avalanche—
all the rocks sliding down the mountain, and the child standing underneath
just gets killed.
They sit in the best place, under the poplars.
And they talk—it must be hours now, the sun’s in a different place.
About school, about people they both know,
about being adult, about how you knew what your dreams were.
They used to play games, but that’s stopped now—too much touching.
They only touch each other when they fold the blanket.
They know this in each other.
That’s why it isn’t talked about.
Before they do anything like that, they’ll need to know more—
in fact, everything that can happen. Until then, they’ll just watch
and stay children.
Today she’s folding the blanket alone, to be safe.
And he looks away—he pretends to be too lost in thought to help out.
They know that at some point you stop being children, and at that point
you become strangers. It seems unbearably lonely.
When they get home to the village, it’s nearly twilight.
It’s been a perfect day; they talk about this,
about when they’ll have a chance to have a picnic again.
They walk through the summer dusk,
not holding hands but still telling each other everything.
They’re not grown up—more like a boy and girl, really.
School’s over. It’s the best part of the summer, when it’s still beginning—
the sun’s shining, but the heat isn’t intense yet.
And freedom hasn’t gotten boring.
So you can spend the whole day, all of it, wandering in the meadow.
The meadow goes on indefinitely, and the village keeps getting more and
more faint—
It seems a strange position, being very young.
They have this thing everyone wants and they don’t want—
but they want to keep it anyway; it’s all they can trade on.
When they’re by themselves like this, these are the things they talk about.
How time for them doesn’t race.
It’s like the reel breaking at the movie theater. They stay anyway—
mainly, they just don’t want to leave. But till the reel is fixed
the old one just gets popped back in,
and all of a sudden you’re back to long ago in the movie—
the hero hasn’t even met the heroine. He’s still at the factory,
he hasn’t begun to go bad. And she’s wandering around the docks, already bad.
But she never meant it to happen. She was good, then it happened to her,
like a bag pulled over her head.
The sky’s completely blue, so the grass is dry.
They’ll be able to sit with no trouble.
They sit, they talk about everything—then they eat their picnic.
They put the food on the blanket, so it stays clean.
They’ve always done it this way; they take the grass themselves.
The rest—how two people can lie down on the blanket—
they know about it but they’re not ready for it.
They know people who’ve done it, as a kind of game or trial—
then you say, no, wrong time, I think I’ll just keep being a child.
But your body doesn’t listen. It knows everything now,
it says you’re not a child, you haven’t been a child for a long time.
Their thinking is, stay away from change. It’s an avalanche—
all the rocks sliding down the mountain, and the child standing underneath
just gets killed.
They sit in the best place, under the poplars.
And they talk—it must be hours now, the sun’s in a different place.
About school, about people they both know,
about being adult, about how you knew what your dreams were.
They used to play games, but that’s stopped now—too much touching.
They only touch each other when they fold the blanket.
They know this in each other.
That’s why it isn’t talked about.
Before they do anything like that, they’ll need to know more—
in fact, everything that can happen. Until then, they’ll just watch
and stay children.
Today she’s folding the blanket alone, to be safe.
And he looks away—he pretends to be too lost in thought to help out.
They know that at some point you stop being children, and at that point
you become strangers. It seems unbearably lonely.
When they get home to the village, it’s nearly twilight.
It’s been a perfect day; they talk about this,
about when they’ll have a chance to have a picnic again.
They walk through the summer dusk,
not holding hands but still telling each other everything.
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
R.I.P. Kenickie
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xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
a little birdie told me...
OK all you uncommon girls, here is your daily truth from the Brave Girls Club.
Be sure to follow the link and sign up for their email address to get yours sent straight to your inbox!
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Friday, May 27, 2011
a little birdie told me...
OK incredible girls, here is your daily truth from the Brave Girls Club. Follow the link and be sure to sign up for their email!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
An Original Poem
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| Favim |
Trying Not to Remember
The mascara runs from her eyes
Black streaks cover her cheeks
Her once perfect face stained.
She tries not to remember his strength
As he held her against the wall
The feel of his hand on her thighs
She tried to scream but he held
The knife against her throat
And looked into her eyes.
She remembers his eyes
There was blankness in them
The darkness frightened her.
He tried to kiss her, his lips on her neck
His smile, she turned her face
His whiskey breath sickened her.
The strap from her ivory dress, broken
Her innocence shattered and taken
She closed her eyes and cried.
She doesn’t remember his strength
She tries not to remember his smile
She can’t help but remember his eyes.
Amanda Lynn Brown ♥
Amanda Lynn Brown ♥
a little birdie told me....
All right "Sparkling" Girls, here is your daily truth from the Brave Girls Club. Enjoy and sign up for their email to get your straight to your inbox.
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
a little birdie told me...
Here is the daily truth from the Brave Girls Club.
Enjoy and be sure to sign up for their email!
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
♥ Paris
I found these images on the favim website. They only inspire my love for the city of lights! I know for a fact I will be back there one day.
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| Always!!!! |
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| I promise I will!!! |
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| They are too cute to eat! |
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| Who wouldn't love Alice in Wonderland in French! |
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| 1950s Christian Dior Image |
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| My heart is still in France! |
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| One Day |
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| It's in Paris! |
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| Roughly translated "I am afraid to leave and lose you, please, don't forget that..I love you..." xoxo, am&a lynn ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Good thing Blogger autosaves because the powerstrip on my computer died and turned the computer off. I would have lost everything!) |
Monday, May 23, 2011
New Music Monday!!! 5/23/2011
It's new music Monday. Today's song is "Boyfriend" from the band Best Coast! They are a Los Angeles based surf pop band. Enjoy the music.
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Saturday, May 21, 2011
just one more reason to love ♥ Adele...
"I love food and hate exercise. I don't have time to work out... I don't want to be on the cover of playboy or vogue. I want to be on the cover of Rolling Stone or Q. I'm not a trendsetter... I'm a singer... I'd rather weigh a ton and make an amazing album then look like Nicole Richie and make a shit album, My aim is never to be skinny." - Adele
I have plans to go see her performance at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, Tenn on June 20th with some friends from work. Keep your fingers crossed that I can get a ticket!!
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Friday, May 20, 2011
Yee-Haw!!! The Rodeo is in Town
It's time for the annual Franklin Rodeo. Now I haven't actually been to the rodeo since I was a little girl, but that doesn't stop me from looking at some gorgeous cowboy fashions.
Driving in Downtown Franklin, Tenn., there is a shop called lulu franklin. They have a beautiful window display about the rodeo. I particularly love this print hanging in the window.
This is the sign that is in front of their shop!
So this store and the rodeo has inspired me to do some rodeo "window shopping", since I can't afford to do any real shopping. There are quite a few places to find vintage looking cowgirl/rodeo wear.
I particularly like this belt buckle from Montana Ty's Jewelry.
Next is some particularly "charming" vintage inspired jewelry from The Rhinestone Cowgirl. Their slogan is "Being a Rhinestone Cowgirl isn't expensive, it's priceless."
I think I will be sporting my cowboy boots whenever I can this weekend and will definitely keep my eye open for some handsome cowboys.
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
a little birdie told me...
Just got another Brave Girls Club email. Enjoy the advice and be sure to sign up for the email!
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A Tattoo Idea?
OK, I've always wanted a tattoo but I never knew what to get. Now I do. I want an Eiffel Tower tattoo. But where? I was mentioning it at work the other day and Cheri and Sam said down my side. I just happened to stumble across this image.
I think I want mine a little smaller, but I really like this a lot. I also found these other images as well.
I like the detail on this one.
I like this but I want mine a place that I can cover up if I need too.
This one is nice. I like the top but not the bottom half.
What do you guys think?
xoxo, am&a lynn ♥
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