Thursday, February 25, 2010

Oh, to be in this picture...

Andy, Edie, and The Velvet Underground

Delia's Gone- Johnny Cash

This video... So 90s, yet so beautiful. This is one of my favorite Cash songs of all time. It is ridiculous, I know, but it is also terribly awesome.

Happy 78th Birthday, my friend.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Caitlin's Closet: The Return!

I have returned to Caitlin's Closet, this time with more sensibilities. The last one was an embarrassment... I know, I am harsh. However, today I was feeling saucy. Vintage dress from Buffalo Exchange, saddle shoes from Savers, and cardigan from Forever21. All items put to their best use, I think :)

Thanks for stopping by!

Vampire Weekend- Give Up the Gun

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Feed Your Head

I think Grace Slick needs to be my new friend.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

On a lighter note!

I don't even celebrate Valentine's Day but the combination of the secrets and that awesome song really got to me. I heart it ;)

I'm ranting and raving again.

WARNING: I am going to rant and be really obnoxious for a minute so... If you're not interested, read no further.


YOUR= belongs to you. YOU'RE= you are.


"Your welcome" does not make any sense. If it did, you would be bringing attention to my welcome. What about my welcome? It's like saying, "Yo, wuddup?" and then responding with "Your welcome is a little out of character."


YOU ARE WELCOME or YOU'RE WELCOME is perfectly fine!

My problem here is that 90% of the people I know and the people they know are native-English speakers. For a lot of them, English is the only language they speak. So, I would think that if you only know one language, you would know it pretty well. Apparently, not the case at all.

I admit, with a bit of embarrassment, that I make mistakes quite frequently. I never claimed to be perfect. I say "like" in over-abundance and that word is almost never necessary. It is one of those words like "get" or "got" that can be easily replaced with another word or phrase. However, the difference is that I am trying to improve my vocabulary, my spelling, my punctuation, and most importantly, my grammar. It bothers me so much that most people do not care in the least! It is even more irksome that employers, professors, etc. are becoming more and more lax when it comes to grammar.

I will never forget coming home from one of my first days of sixth grade and telling my parents that I was a more competent reader than my teacher.

What is the education in this country coming to?

I think I am going to have to send my children to private schools...


Rant complete.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

500 years of female portraits...

This made me want to cry. I am so blessed to finally know what my passion is!

(via Art Fortune)

The Beta Band- Dry the Rain

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Through his eyes

Last night was a good night.

My boyfriend, Stephen and I talked on Skype for a couple of hours and, as always, it was lovely.

The thing is, last night was different...

I took all my makeup off for him.

Well, really it was because my eyeshadow was bothering me a lot and I got super annoyed. Still, as bad as I am about wearing makeup at all times I would have suffered through that just to feel made-up and gorgeous on my webcam. Stephen, however, convinced me that it would be fine if I just took it off. It wouldn't be a big deal, he told me. *SIGH* Alright, I'll do it. So, I went to the bathroom and took it all off. I mean, I scrubbed. I got every last speck of junk off my face... and felt awful.

Side note: I've discovered, lately, that I have vulnerability issues. It's hard for me to look someone in the eye for any length of time. And makeup is my security blanket. Without it I feel extremely vulnerable... This is a huge deal for me, if you couldn't already tell.

Anyway, I came back in view of my webcam and felt so weird. SO so weird. I mean, it took a long while for me to stop putting my hands all over my face to cover it up. I couldn't really talk. I kept wanting to move out of view. Then Stephen told me I was beautiful (yeah, I know. He's awesome.) and everything slowly started to get easier. Very gradually I took my hands off my face and slowly but surely started to feel a bit more comfortable. Eventually, I was fine.

His goal (and my goal, as well) is to get me to truly believe him when he tells me I'm beautiful no matter what. I hope that I can learn to see myself the way he sees me, someday.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Latest thrift finds...

and yes, that is The Communist Manifesto.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010