Not actually Valentino

This morning I have accomplished quite a lot. I took my Papa to the airport. I ran intervals in the cul-de-sac. I read three children's books and the entire food safety handbook. I made an omelette. I fed my hens. I talked wedding with my two favorite brides and one groom. I drew a picture. I finished a letter. I made tea.

Yesterday I denied myself two things. One was a very nice black, lace skirt that came down to my knees and reminded me of Valentino without being Valentino. The other was a small leather, turquoise colored Bible. I put the first back not because of a lack of money, but rather because I am in the habit of not buying clothes. Still. As in, a habit of never doing it again and I don't know what to do about that because I can't seem to do it at all since Clothesless. I left the other because it was an NASB and I am snob. Yes, I did just admit that I am a translation snob. I like my King James Version. Honestly, I hardly tolerate the New King James. The only other one that I actually find refreshing and use at times is the ESV. Other than that, go ahead and blame my conservative background and the fact that I read Shakespeare, but I love my KJV in the mornings.

I am going to do dishes now. Then possibly paint. Also wallow in my jealousy over the fact that Nat & La got to see "The Lorax" and I haven't yet. I think I will try and persuade Maman to give me a spot to plant my lavender bed as well. The post is in my near future. Discussions over normalcy in my journal. And maybe some Zusak. I am in a dire summer mood and need some melancholy along with my fairytales.