What Possessed Me

Deliciousness

Kris from Kris's Color Stripes - one of my favorite sources of inspiration - has just come out with a calendar using the sketches she created during her travels. Aren't they beautiful?





She asked her readers to contribute one thought in the comment section of her blog and she included some of them in her calendar. Look closely to see who was mourning the last roses blooming on her balcony...



You can buy one of your very own here.

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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary the day his wife Alice died from Bright’s disease. He was 25, she 22.

From Wikipedia:

Of their first encounter, Theodore would write, "As long as I live, I shall never forget how sweetly she looked, and how prettily she greeted me." For young TR it was "love at first sight."

On February 13, 1880, an ecstatic Roosevelt recorded in his diary his great joy that the woman of his dreams, whom he had actively courted for more than a year, had finally accepted his proposal of marriage. Knowing that his love was reciprocated and that he could now "hold her in my arms and kiss her and caress her and love her as much as I choose" gave the enraptured young Roosevelt enormous satisfaction. They announced their engagement on February 14, 1880 and after courtship of a few months that might have gotten in the way of Roosevelt's studies at Harvard University, they married on his 22nd birthday, October 27, 1880.

On February 14, 1884, aged 22, Alice died of Bright's disease two days after the birth of her daughter, also named Alice.

Theodore was so distraught by Alice's death that except for a diary entry and some oblique references to her in the months after her passing, he never spoke of her again and refused to have her name mentioned in his presence.

[He] would go on to the Presidency of the United States in 1901.

via tiny unicorn.

Quiet riot

This photograph makes me laugh. It reminds me of those days at girls school, when we thought we were badass punks, but were just mousy, sarcastic, power-nerds with a bad OED habit. When we all hung out, the decibel level rose by 1000 percent until all our parents could hear was a terrifying girl roar.

We scared the boys across town. They dated the blondes down the street instead.

I love that.


Photograph via Suicide Blonde.