Elizabeth Dye...

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happy friday, loves!

greetings! i hope everyone in the states had a lovely thanksgiving. i certainly did! we hosted breakfast at our new apartment for Joe's family and my little brother. i made french toast (with french bread!), scrambled eggs, bacon & cuties. aside from almost starting a grease fire, the morning went well.

joe & i went to my grandparent's house for dinner. i made a spinach dip as an appetizer & a side dish - sweet potato and carrot puree. we relaxed and had good conversation.

the holiday season is starting up at work, so it's possible that my posts will be few & far in between... (as if i post much now!)

our apartment is coming along quite well. we're thinking that by sunday the book shelves up & our desk set up... i'm so excited! yay for diy projects!

i haven't been putting too much work into the shop - i really should do more! i have all these awesome vintage clothes at home that i need to list - the days just don't seem to be long enough! recently i listed these 1940s platform heels.. gahh! i wish they fit me!

so to leave you off, here's a little dylan quote to start your weekend right.

"I was heading for the fantastic lights, destiny was looking right at me and nobody else."

(photo found here.)

quote for the day

"If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance."
- Bern Williams

(photo found here.)

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.



Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.



Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.



Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?



Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.



You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.



Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?



Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.



Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.


(photo found here.)