Style and Graphite: Style: Dark Romance

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Style: Dark Romance

My brother tells me I look like a vampire hunter today, especially when I put on my black hoodie. We stopped by my mother's plot in the community garden and planted some vegetable and herb seeds, then did the shopping. So all around a busy afternoon!

Fred David button-down, Susie Rose belt, thrifted vintage DKNY skirt, Merona boots, black tights, Kohl's pewter choker and self made faux pearl and bead choker.

Simple makeup today- sunscreen (always!), concealer and powder, and my favourite lipstick, L'Oreal Infallible in Bold Bordeaux.

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Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.