leopard bear.


Good morning Friday, and to the peak of the sun~ The circular shape made of wooden parts chimes in Friday*
The days of week have unhurriedly passed.  At Monday's birth, I was seated on the lowest bench, stretched in trails of restlessness, and ten toes wrinkled in cold waters.  As morning awakens Friday, I'm teeth bent with a whimsical smile...  Alas!  I am untangled from my burdens.

Chewing bubble gum-- and hoping the weekend brings peaceful gatherings.


The week has been gorged with image-bending, wit-sapping, anatomy-straining school work, doctor visits, dentist visits, and a shortness in day dreaming.   To begin the narrative of my week, I will tell you about cavities, cupcakes and tooth-fillings.

For the past two months I've been enduring the aches of a bad tooth. The once porcelain-toned enamel suddenly grew into coal.  Then one day, I was living routine. Parked on the couch while snacking on animal crackers. As I bit into the hippopotamus, there was a sharp texture. My tooth had chipped. Now there was a cavern making a home inside of my tooth, and a sensitivity to cold water to boot.

Without further dreaming for better days, I visited the dentist.  Yesterday, my filling took place. This was my first cavity, and a visit to the dentist is an uncommon adventure. Although, believe me, I'm a tooth brusher..
( hair brusher? That's another narrative. . . .)  

Anyways, a warning was given, a pinch for the needle, but I didn't feel a thing. All I felt was a rumbling belly as I watched cupcake wars on the food network. The dentist drilled through my bad tooth while composing alien sounds with alien instruments. All while I was attached to red velvet cupcakes soaked in caramel.  Television's glued to the roof while the dentist fixes my teeth.  A blessing combination. 


The second chapter to my narrative begins with a new tongue, and a new belly.   On Monday, along with the restlessness, the cavern, and the preparation for school exams, I embarked on a new diet.  Gluten free.  This means no wheat, no barely, no rye.   Gluten free meals are composed of almond flours, brown rice, soy, and anything with the exclamation "gluten free"   Since Monday,  I've made three trips to organic markets, and health food stores.  Stocking up on brown rice pasta's,  cinnamon apple waffles, vanilla & chocolate almond milk, cranberries, pizzas, seasonings, and chocolate wafers.    My breakfasts, lunches, munches, and dinners are filled with palatable food. 

This morning I ate banana oatmeal spiced with cinnamon, sprinkled with white sugars, splashed with vanilla milk.  Highly pleasing to the senses.

My reasoning for embarking on gluten free digestion is because of the chronic belly aches.  Everyday, for the past three years, I've went to bed with hellish sensations and awoke with a cursed stomach.   A week of gluten free, and I'm already feeling a desirable appetite, and preferred belly feelings.

For dinner, it's won ton soup. 

This morning I ate banana oatmeal spiced with cinnamon, sprinkled with white sugars, splashed with vanilla milk.  Highly pleasing to the senses.

My reasoning for embarking on gluten free digestion is because of the chronic belly aches.  Everyday, for the past three years, I've went to bed with hellish sensations and awoke with a cursed stomach.   A week of gluten free, and I'm already feeling a desirable appetite, and preferred belly feelings.

For dinner, it's won ton soup.

Tonight it's a day trip to Vietnam, in the form of vermicelli and won ton soup. Then as dusk begins, I will find myself in a local music house, grooving and fluttering to the old country sounds.  "Oh it is good afar to roam, and seek adventure in strange lands. Yet oh, so good the coming home, the velvet love of little hands"

 As life's handed me sour lemons, I've been abroad from the blog.  Now that my mind is settled, and my task list has shriveled. I am freer to blog postings, and email-sending.  The blog once named http://flyingakite.blogspot.com is now www.amyflyingakite.com. I am thrilled to have a domain, and I hope you update your link lists !!      In the next few weeks flyingakite will be welcoming giveaways, guest bloggers, inspirational postings, along with outfit photographs and daily musings.

These photographs were taken last Saturday. I began the day eating oatmeal and fruit at Denny's with my sugary-coated friend KD.  We spent the daylight hours train-hopping, bus-jumping, and shuffling through the city's transportation.   As we were traveling on foot through the downtown,  we spotted a church dressed in antique stone.   Of course, a flawless theme for outfit photographs.

The day was spent galloping through sunny speech and frosty clouds. As hours passed, we were welcomed by the the evening's rise. With the dark of sky, me and KD seated ourselves in a local pub sipping flower water*gin.  

 
Kisses !!
let there be singing in your heart*
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what i wore
leopard leggings- the bay $20
black floppy hat- jessica simpson from ross for less $20
boots- gift from sponsor atseoul.com
faux fur- value village thriftstore $10
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garden gown


 

Hello evening and it's fully illuminated moon;-
           Across the world, the sun is being born again.  New eyelids are unfastened, and the morning's tide begins. In my homestead,  a layer of white crystals spread across the fields while the moon is writing poetry.  I have fallen into my bed, and now I blend into the cotton blankets.   Full from my day, and a roast chicken dinner.




 
During the daylight of my Thursday, I discovered a seat located in an unknown coffee shop.  I was searching for a calming place of study. It was here where I continued to prepare my brain with education(math studies)

   Alongside the weighted papers and the brain boggling, there were delicate harmonies, and swooning music.  Sounds of mason jennings, noah and the whale, blitzen trapper, and herman dune.    Oh the sedated feeling which spins when music belongs to your ears.  I was delivered to a flight of fancy while scents of espresso tickled the air.


 

As the sun spotted sky began to fall, I returned to my nesting.  My eyes spoiled two hours aimlessly watching television. I'm not opposed to the electricity of television-Although, it's light will never outshine the moon- but it makes me feel gloomy when I conclude these hours as wasted.  Maybe, I should have spent my hour writing letters. 


 

Tomorrow is Friday. The sixth day of the week. I plan to rise beneath the first blush of light, and continue the exploration of math. Early studying means the afternoon will deliver me happy, and free.    But!  Before my wings can widen, I must visit the dentist. 1 pm tomorrow, I'll be exploring dentistry.    

A month or two ago, I was assigned to the test of my "first" cavity.   Now, the cavern has fallen into a state of suffering. So, a trip to the dentist is much needed.     The only imperfect thing minus the cavity itself-  my fear of the dentist.   I haven't had a dentist adventure in quite some time.  This means there is little to be expected...I hope tomorrow leaves me tasting honey, and chomping on gram crackers.





Here's to my outfit.
The dress is abloom: bursting into flowers; all shades of emitted light. red, yellow, violet, blue, green. I will call this vintage dress my garden gown. The speckled flowers, and ebbing flow remind me of picnic days, and the Summer's air.   It would be a shame to keep the garden gown unspoken for during the winter. 
 
To protect my skin from wild winter, I wore thick thermal tights, a cozy knitted sweater, and hidden wool socks. To bring me good fortune, I wore my mom's emerald-splattered gem necklace.   Sometimes the gems are camera shy. Playing hide and seek during photo shoots, leaving you with only the golden backside.


  The bones belonging to my body are turning into skin.
My eyes are growing moistureless
A thousand trumpets ring through my head..
...Signs of tiredness, and a neediness for dream land..
Goodnight at 1:01 am.
 
Sweet Kisses !!




what i wore
floral dress- value village $8
hat- jessica simpson from ross for less $20
sweater- winners $18
boots- gift from sponsor atseoul.com
necklace- mom's closet 
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the willow wife

 

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
 

 
And a prince he was. Before his carriage rode one company of men and another behind it; servants dressed in scarlet and gold bore him along, the coveted umbrella was held over his head, everything his heart could desire was his. But yet it was not enough. He looked around still for something to wish for, and when he saw that in spite of the water he poured on the grass the rays of the sun scorched it, and that in spite of the umbrella held over his head each day his face grew browner and browner, he cried in his anger: "The sun is mightier than I; oh, if I were only the sun!"

And the mountain spirit answered: "Your wish is heard; the sun you shall be."

 
When the old man came home from the hills and found that the bird had flown, he asked what had become of it; so the old woman answered that she had cut its tongue and let it go, because it had stolen her starching-paste. Now the old man, hearing this cruel tale, was sorely grieved, and thought to himself: "Alas! Where can my bird be gone? Poor thing! Poor little tongue-cut sparrow! Where is your home now?" and he wandered far and wide, seeking for his pet, and crying: "Mr. Sparrow! Mr. Sparrow! Where are you living?"


If you are cold, tea will warm you; if you are too heated, it will cool you; if you are depressed, it will cheer you; if you are excited, it will calm you.

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People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.


The fisherman did not long enjoy this kindly exhibition of the Moon Lady's skill, for very soon her dainty feet ceased to tap upon the sand. She rose into the air, the white feathers of her robe gleaming against the pine trees or against the blue sky itself. Up, up she went, still playing and singing, past the summits of the mountains, higher and higher, until her song was hushed, until she reached the glorious Palace of the Moon.


japanese folklore


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thursday at the gala.



It's Friday. The sixth day of the week. A morning sun tickles my dusty curtains, and a song bird is caught by melody beyond the mayflower.  A light so strong, how could I possibly not enjoy the morning?      I've plucked my doing-nothings from each day of the week. My head has been so immersed in invitations, and explorations, that I've had no time to feel unsettled.    Surely, I'm aging more and more behind in school, but what does it matter? If I'm not chained to my bed and days are filled with exploring the dirt and gold beneath my feet. Then should it matter if I am behind? I certainly think not. Life is for discovery.

When Thursday made it's glowing entrance, I awoke with intentions.  There were two invitations to the downtown Bay's cosmetics gala sitting on my dresser.  Now, as often as I express love for poetry, wits, and fabrics, I seldom, if ever, share my love for cosmetics.  Peachy blushes, glossy pouts, glittery-splashed eye shadows. It's all art to me.

Before the Gala began, me and my ma decided to search through the ocean of sales.  No more than 10 minutes after arrival, I purchased leopard leggings($22) and flower-spotted tights($11)








As the set up was complete, and the gala began, a DJ started spinning sounds, and the atmosphere was alive with women of all ages. Me and my ma used to be shy turtles, and skeptics.  We'd hide away from anyone who said "Come try this lipstick"...  For the first time, we decided to embrace our livelihood and embark on adventure. That being said, both me and my mom had our cheeks shimmered, and our lips glossed. We met a sugar-coated lady with a flower in her hair who painted my lips a similar color to that of a spring Dahlia.

We continued to mingle with cosmetic artists and consultants. One peachy girl at the mac counter introduced me as "flapper girl".. This lead to a conversation about secret belongings to the 20's, and how our way of style was born long before we became people.


After the search for color palettes, and pink-hued make up, I splashed so many different floral perfumes and allowed my fur to attach to the mist. Suddenly, my jacket was transformed into a garden.  With shut-eyes, and a breath, I was reminded of springtime and the scents of flowers tickling my nose.


Smelling like springtime, feeling like summer, my belly was growling.  Suddenly, a table of treats magically appeared. Of course, me and ma indulged. Pink tart sprinkled with a cinnamon heart, warmed cheese bun, and orange punch to coat my hunger and renew my batteries.  


We continued to adventure through cosmetic land, purchasing blushes, and creams.   I splurged on a Nars blush. It was eye-pleasing, and I was too tempted. No regrets.  Also, if your wallet spits more than $70 worth of cosmetics, you get free things at this gala.   The free things include nail polish, a photograph, and a psychic reading.   Without question,  we had our nails polished, a photograph snapped, and Amy the skeptic had a psychic reading. I'll tell you, it was unsettling at first...     The way she took my hand and elucidated my dreams.  No more a skeptic..



The gala was sprightly and chipper. Friendly faces painted the walkways, and the bright glow of shared preciousness with my mother made for a delightful day!  Tomorrow is the Coach celebration invite. There will be candy, some bubbly, and of course, coach.  I'm beaming with joy.      Also, my deepest gratitude is for Matthew. This post is for you.  Without your kindness, and generous way, the gala, and a starry-eyed Thursday wouldn't have been possible. Much love always.

Off to breakfast. Raspberry yogurt with Apple Cinnamon oatmeal.
Kisses !!



what I wore:
dress- value village $5
boots- gift from sponsor atseoul.com
faux fur- value village $15
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