Dreams, Schemes & Countless Fabulous Things..

"I'd rather have friends who care than friends who agree with me."  Arlo Guthrie

If mannequins could speak to passersby who peep by the light of the window display..
they would tell the stories of shopgirls & the chatter filled noise that brought them to life on that day.

Something about laughter & talks about happily ever after & all the ways the world could be brought together
IF we all really wanted it that way...  

A little talk about politics a lot of talk about concert tix
& the latest people in their lives who take their collective breaths away.

Dreams
Schemes
Countless fabulous things

 If mannequins could tell about the fierce loyalty that is held between shopgirls who style them up without end?
  It would surely be stories of infinite glitter dance parties & how nothing shimmers brighter than the love of a friend. 

Happy New Year

2012 is Yours

Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams

Birdee Bow

Santa So Stylin' & Blue Bic Wishes

I keep Santa on speed dial because a girl never knows when she's gonna need to call upon a snappy fabulous friend dressed in red with a beard as white as the driven snow who loves to give gifts & is rumored to be made of pure magic.  As much as the world would like to tell me that such magical endeavors are merely fantasy?  I'm still a fan of The Claus. I'm still a believer, even though I realize this crazy world makes it tough to be a believer at times..

Today I decided to do something I haven't done since I was a little girl.  I decided to write my very own letter to Santa.  The last time I touched base with Santa in writing I'm pretty sure the correspondence consisted of a teddy bear, roller skates & pink cowboy boots request.  For the record he came through on all accounts.  Ahhh good old Santa!  Anyway, I thought it might be fun to write The Claus as an adult, just to see where my thoughts would take me.  I was curious to know what wishes I might conjure up on a moment's notice.  The plan was to blog about it later & share the silliness of my materialistic nature (because I definitely have one). I fully planned to put a stamp on it & mail it away to The North Pole immediately after writing.  Why not?? 

My letter journey started out simple enough:   "Dear Santa",  I sketched out, in my best print handwriting " I wish for.." At that exact moment a blank stare parked itself upon my face. As my hand froze, something beyond my comprehension began to happen.  I did NOT know what to ask for, I did not know what to write.  ME? Come on!  I want LOTS of things. Endless things!  How could I be at a loss for words? Things Things Things. This is my specialty. THIS is what I DO.  I'm a wisher!  I'm a crush it til I get it kinda girl. What on Earth was happening here? Suddenly, just as quickly as my pen hit the table,  I jerked it back up again & the words "makes me happy " began to form.  Only this time the letters were in cursive with large meaningful strokes, swirls of letters across an empty white page coming to life with a blue Bic.  Happy, fun, energetic words on & on flowing so easily, effortlessly, as if by magic.  Hyper cursive words appearing with accompanying smiles on my face for every listing of a beautiful person in my life:  People who care about me in this world & ask for nothing in return except for exactly who I am.  People who make me feel alive with the spirit of a holiday season every day of the year. My Holiday Wish?  To spend more time with them.
 Santa's So Stylin!  Hope he writes me back:)

Believe
Hepburn Hugs & Claus Wishes

xoxo
Birdee Bow