Nevermore

Nevermore

This polyvore creation indulged my darker side.  My Gothic tendencies.  My love of all things Poe.

There are a few tongue-in-cheek references to Mr. Poe, obviously, but it was largely an experiment with textures and patterns.

Looking at this, however, is dangerous.  It makes me want to run out and adopt a black cat.  And name her Cattarina.

Sigh… I miss having a feline sidekick in my life.

Owl Reading in Blue and White Room

Owl Reading in Blue & White Room

Okay, the owl is actually a doorstop and not a pillow, but I liked how comfy he looked on the couch.

While designing this room on Polyvore, I was thinking of my favorite decorating colors:  white and light blue.  They calm me.  They make me happy.

And owls and books and fluffy pillows and soft blankets make me happy.

Not that I’d actually be able to read a vintage French paperback, but I could hold it in my arms, feel the delicate pages with my fingers, and fall asleep with it on my chest as its gentle scent cascaded through my dreams.

That would make me happy, too.

Roaming Rosie Reads Ten Apples Up On Top

Ten Apples Up On Top was written by Theo. LeSieg, or, as he’s more affectionately known, Dr. Seuss.

There’s a lot of repetitiveness to the story, but a good rhythm and my girls love it.

It is often requested at home, so, here it is:

Roaming Rosie Reads Owly

Owly was my favorite book as a child.  Still is.

I read it to my children often.

But as my divorce progresses, things have become difficult in ways that I never imagined.  Like having to say goodbye to my children at the end of every other week.

One day, as their father was about to pick them up, I was talking to my 3-year-old and telling her that I’d miss her but that she was going to have a great time.  I try not to say “I’ll miss you” or “I miss you” too often, because I don’t want her to connect any negative emotions with the time she spends with her father.  But I’m human.  It slipped out.

And she smiled at me and said, “you can read my books while I’m gone.”

It was such a grown-up sentiment.  It was all I could do not to cry.  I’d once told her she could hug a stuffed animal if she was missing me, and now she was giving me the same advice.  And with books!  As a writer (and a reader), story time with my girls is SO special to me.

This happy memory blossomed into the idea of me reading the books to a camera, so my girls could still have me read to them even when I wasn’t around.

And then I thought – why not share them?

Books are a gift, after all.  A wonderment.  A comfort.  And certainly worth sharing.

In the spirit of privacy, I had already decided not to make the stories too personal, (including their names in the video, for example), so I simply added a title onto the front of the video.

Seemed pretty nice.

Nothing too fancy, though.  The books themselves are magical enough.  And I wanted it to be like when we curl up in bed or on the couch or on the floor together and read the book, page by page, sharing a simple moment.  Books are powerful enough on their own with no need for special effects or soundtracks.

So the videos will be just me.  Reading.

Here is my first video, Owly:

I hope you – and especially your children/grandchildren/etc – love it!  Please let me know what you think.  :)

And if you’d like to follow along, you can find Owly on Amazon.

A Boarded Up Borders of Sadness

boarded up borders

I loved Borders.  Worked there for 2 1/2 years during college.  It was like a second home to me.

And, long after college, I’d take my oldest daughter there, to look at the kids books while I drank coffee.  And tried to whittle down my pile of books and magazines into a smaller pile that I would actually purchase.  Even tho I often went in saying, “I’m not going to buy anything today.”

Like that ever happened.

And, actually, I’m talking about two different Borders in two different towns, (the one I worked in, and the one I visited after college) but that part doesn’t really matter.  I miss the atmosphere.  The openness and the bright colors.  The row upon row of books that I could lose myself in.

Sure, there are other bookstores out there.  But it’s not the same.  And driving by this boarded up Borders makes me sad.  I usually don’t drive by it anymore, but when it happens, my heart cries a little.  :(

A Head in the Hunny Pot Kind of Week

 

It’s been this kind of a week:

 

winnie the pooh oh bother

 

So I think I’ll do some relaxing this weekend.  Relax my brain.  Rejuvenate it.

You know, drink some good coffee…

 

coffee

 

curl up with an amazing book…

 

cat reading book

 

watch some of my favorite movies…

 

movies

 

during which I’ll probably fall asleep on the couch…

 

cat sleeping

 

but that’s okay, because at least I’ll…

 

dream

 

and that’s wonderful.  Because lately I’ve found that dreams can sustain us.  Our goals are part of what make us who we are.

 

you may say i'm a dreamer lennon quote

 

And I love making my dreams come true.

Even if I need to take a day off to relax.  And fall asleep with a good book in my lap.  :)

Why Books are Awesome

Yesterday, I passed my state licensing exam for real estate!

Woohoo!

And today I signed on with a local broker, so I can start working on my new business … an essential part of me moving onto the next stage of my life. This is huge.

Huge.

I’m excited and I’m relieved. I’m happy that I don’t have to study tonight. But still, even though I’m looking forward to my new career in real estate, I plan to talk about housing and housing markets and all that stuff on my real estate blog and Facebook page… not here. This blog is for everything else. Like my first love: books. I’ll always be a writer, no matter what my “day job” is.

And, on that note, I’d like to share 10 Reasons Real Books Are Better Than E-books.

Enjoy :)

{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}

The Startling and Disappointing Truth

There is a quote from Eudora Welty that I adore, that really speaks to my soul.  That makes me smile.

I had gone on a pinning quest to find the quote written out on a nice background, but couldn’t find the entire quote, or an image I liked, anywhere in my searchings of the web.

So I made my own:

Eudora Welty Quote

And there it is – I’m smiling again.

Enjoy  :)

Roaming Rosie Signature

{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}

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