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octobre's lone dolly shoe has been included in a beautiful treasury.  this shoe has made it's way into several vignettes throughout my living room, but i have *somehow* resisted pulling the listing.  seeing as i am mint-obsessed, doll crazy, and a collector of sad, lost & random things, this little shoe is pretty darn special.

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4cd45080b95c6d9128f4f2fe/winter-mint#4cd4adcafa5a8eef46a35709

for years, i have owned this delightful little crimson slipper.

when i acquired the shoe, i discovered this note tucked inside~

"Shoe belonged to Jean Cartier - lost the other while walking home with mother from Aunt Judgie's -
Age about four years.  Mother discovered shoe gone when arrived home."

found

my long-lost victorian bear rug! well, we can all sleep a lot easier now...

Camera Obscura - "French Navy" official video

amen

The Bridge Poem
by Donna Kate Rushin

I've had enough
I'm sick of seeing and touching
Both sides of things
Sick of being the damn bridge for everybody

Nobody
Can talk to anybody
Without me
Right?

I explain my mother to my father
my father to my little sister
My little sister to my brother
my brother to the white feminists
The white feminists to the black church folks
the black church folks to the ex-hippies
the ex-hippies to the black separatists
the black separatists to the artists
the artists to my friends parents...

Then
I've got to explain myself
To everybody

I do more translating
Than the gawdamn U.N.

Forget it
I'm sick of it

I'm sick of filling in your gaps

Sick of being your insurance against
the isolation of your self imposed limitations

Sick of being the crazy at your holiday dinners

Sick of being the odd one at your Sunday brunches

Sick of being the sole black friend to 34 individual white people

Find another connection to the rest of the world
Find something else to make you legitimate
Find some other way to be political and hip

I will not be the bridge to your womanhood
Your manhood
Your humanness

I'm sick of reminding you not to
Close off too tight for too long

I'm sick of mediating with your worst self
On behalf of your better selves

I am sick
Of having to remind you
To breathe
Before you suffocate
Your own fool self

Forget it
Stretch or drown
Evolve or die

The bridge I must be
Is the bridge to my own power
I must translate
My own fears
Mediate
My own weaknesses

I must be the bridge to nowhere
But my true self
And then
I will be useful

gazing mirror

octobre's gazing mirror is featured in two very pretty treasuries~

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4cacf9252e2f8eef679b054f/hush?index=0

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca8d25363448eef115ef6c7/the-winters-ghost-goes-a-flutter?index=5

i think hanging on a wall, it would be lovely and unexpected.

Rufus Wainwright - Rules and Regulations

this calls for a little rufus~

legs

heterosexual men's hosiery advocate, eugene t. s. wong. i love this guy~


not sure this is what he had in mind for man hose, but okay.

octobre's victorian mustard thigh high stockings were featured in a rainy day treasury. it seems that the feminine mystique has not always been so...feminine.

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca8041af0306d91abda9fb5/be-weather-ready-and-let-the-rain-kiss?index=0

apparently, men wore stockings (pardon me, they were called hose) long before women. they were embroidered, tied above the knee, somewhat fancy and very sultry~

by the 16th century, these two legged hose became one garment. i did not know this.

egon schiele~

e. j. bellocq~

aubrey beardsley~

enchantment

octobre's woodland pixies have been included in this very pretty treasury~

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca74e0363448eefa79eb0c7/enchantment

who doesn't love pinecones, wild rabbits and mossy forests. i am smitten by the color and texture of laura trager's magickal trees...

http://www.etsy.com/shop/LauraTrager?ref=seller_info

watch horse

my sister visited national velvet this weekend and was really creeped out by the antique toy horse perched on top of my china cabinet. it wasn't his horsehair, but the eyes that gave her the shivers. she felt i had too many eyes scattered around. there are quite a few.

anyway, today he was featured in the following treasury. i'm really going to miss him when he's gone.

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca4cacc47cc8eefab46d88c/my-favorite-creatures?index=0

r.i.p. mr. klaus

octobre's memorial card c1886, is featured in the following treasury...

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca0424549696d91549c6849/all-hallows-eve-are-you-ready-hahahaha

woo hoo

i am celebrating the unexpected return of my favorite coffee table...

...and it's kitty approved.

how am i seeing these just now

the portraits of luis gonzalez palma, born 1957 in guatemala. soulful, sorrowful and lovely...

vials

octobre has many fine wares for sale. autumn is just around the corner and i feel as if i am starting to breathe again. we shall see.

my 19th century homeopathic medicine vials are featured here~

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4c7ab7f61f5a6d912adfbca1/i-love-antiques

the curse

i am presently facing the challeges of weaving together all of the odd and wonderful pieces of my life...the good, the bad and the ugly. all the while, the desire to create something beautiful is growing...never-ending.

for now, i will share a lovely song that today, i heard for the first time. sometimes we find love in the strangest of places.

things

many romantic and lilliputian treasures found their way to me this weekend....here are just a few.

the sweetest antique french doll gloves, miniature german cutlery, victorian repousse and vintage circus~dance~burlesque costumes. all will be listed on my etsy later this week. i suppose that means i should link my etsy here...um yeah, i'll have to figure out how to do that.

the beauty of living in a house with children, cats and lots and lots of string...

a charming little vingette i stumbled upon in my kitchen. i love how the string goes up and around the tomato.

batty

iris, more rain please.

in love with monica canilao

'we are dust' is ca artist monica canilao's first new york solo exhibition featuring found antique portraits, enshrined in the collections she has amassed through time.

"every place she goes she is picking up the abandoned remnants of other people's lives...everything is built is made up of things abandoned, in a phase of decay. in the manipulation of these orphaned portraits, gender and identity is blurred, refined and made fluid. monica's compositions seamlessly meld the old and new: stained paper, withered fabric, and bones combine with her hands to take part in breathing new life."

fecal face has many more photos posted along with an interview with monica.

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1949&Itemid=90

what i would give to see this installation or...ohhhh to spend an hour with monica in her apartment pawing through her layers of objects of desire! what an inspiration she is...

also, please do yourself a favor and view her website....she is DIVINE.

http//www.monicacanilao.com/

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20 may 2010 . addressed and message written out to yours truly.

Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love

good morning.

my apartment has the loveliest shadows. this is one of several light patterns that greet me every morning.