I had not eaten a vegetable all day. That is very odd for me, as I usually have a salad at lunch and at least a veggie side with dinner. My body was in a little bit of shock about that. So naturally, I had the most adorable dream about carrots. It was just a brief dream. The carrots were organic rainbow baby carrots with the leafy stems still in tact. I remember craving a raw vegetable the first time traveling in Europe, something crunchy, un-edited farm fresh. At the time, that was hard to find. But tonight I decided to roast the carrots with a little olive oil and some spices. A little rosemary, cumin, a dash of turmeric, and what’s in this last little jar? I lightly sprinkle from the jar labeled “dancer”. Dancer Spice! I had a dream about dancer spice. -smile- Just a little dash, a little sprinkle of magic to make my toes point and my spirit soar.
Riding a horse through Central Park, sauntering slowly and leisurely. Letting the creative flow slowly build, no rush, relishing the freedom to explore. I started making a mental list for all the supplies and materials I would need to create the ochre satchel I had been commissioned to design for Ralph Lauren. HA! yeah, really… in my dreams.
1. The finest subtle Italian leather in ochre I could source
2. Antique brass buckles, brads and grommets
3. Silk lining material in buttercream, and a vintage pattern for pocket interior
4. heavy-duty thread for sewing
etc. etc. etc.
I was deep in thought. My horse dipped his head to the grass to eat a dandelion. Golden light falling all around on green grass. The way the light caught the horse’s eyelashes was so beautiful. My heart swelled and I felt happy to have special bond with this beast. A cinematic moment.
But the magic, the quietude, slipped away as quickly as it came. I looked up to see a crowd of people demonstrating in front of a movie theatre. Hoping there was no violence to come and selfishly disappointed my train of thought had been disturbed before I could complete my supplies list. I was on a mission to make cool stuff and I lost the flow… hoping to capture it again…just sit….and feel the light….it will come.
So while I’m at it, I’d like to make a pair of vintage cowboy boots and bicycle touring saddle too!
Horse eyelash found on Tumblr~ Oh To Live on A Farm
Ochre satchel – Ralph Lauren
Ochre boots – Vintage found on Pinterest
Ochre bike saddle – Brooks B17 Touring Saddle
Well, not really….
However, I did unwittingly complete an Ironman triathlon without breaking a sweat….
In my dream that is…
RUNNING – Up a long dirt hill. I was being chased by Nazis and I was headed toward the trees. I was running out of breath, but kept on going.
SWIMMING – The dirt road ended at a cliff edge and I jumped into the water below, swimming, swimming, swimming through cold water to get to the other side. I think I have lost them, but cannot be too sure, so I keep up the pace.
BICYCLING – I scramble through the brush on the bank and get to a dirt road. I see a bicycle with a yellow basket leaning against an old wood barn. I jump on the bike and pedal on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on ~ and on.
I pass a gentleman on a bicycle coming from the opposite direction. He is tall and thin and carrying a chandelier.
The Icicle Thief, 1989 spoof on the 1949 Italian film The Bicycle Thief
The “Truth Is” photo is borrowed from the 2008 American film Ironman poster.
So many funny lines in that movie… here is one that stands out to me, as it came to me in sleep or trying to sleep mode.
“I’m Tony Stark. I build neat stuff, got a girl, occasionally save the world. So why can’t I sleep?”
If you are curious about triathlon distances…
I’m tired, it’s time to wake up.
“But fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance
Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you’ll break your heart
Pick up your clothes and curl your toes
Learn your lesson, lead me home”
~ Mumford & Sons lyrics to Whispers in the Dark
Tossy – Turny kind of night, sheets all in a swirl. Gripping the pillow, attempting to tether to sleep.
Just ordinary routine, I pull into the driveway and angle to park the car. BOOM! I hit the side of the garage,
I awaken with a jolt. Did we have an earthquake?
More restless thoughts and attempts at sleep… Did my car roll into the ditch? Was I in a fight?
Did I feel anger, resentment or worry about something left un-done or un-said?
Finally, with heavy head – daylight breaks.
My fingers are lightly tap tap tapping on my eyelids. I am sure when I look in the mirror I will have a huge inflamed
black eye…. but I don’t. Not even a spider bite. Just a little puffy from the salty meal the night before.
I blame it on the Gochujang – Korean pepper paste, so delicious on pork, chicken or just about anything!
Drinking lots of water today… water with lemon and ginger…. water with fizzy…. pure spring…. watermelon fresca….. ahhhh
Black Eye Photo found on Pinterest with no given credit
Finger Tapping – known to relieve stress
Gochujang Red Pepper Sauce – highly recommended! See Roy Choy recipe from Steamy Kitchen
All week-long I had long convoluted dreams that ultimately ended in a fashion decision.
Recalling them now, they seem to be retro images of me and a version of what I wore when.
HA! Perhaps a series of what Not to wear moments.
First there was the entirely Pink dream. Work related… I am the only female in an all male office
in a mostly male dominated industry. The boyz all wear jeans and tees…. My usual wardrobe only two steps above
them toward business attire. One day (in my dream) I burst into the office wearing hot pink from head
to toe. A full tule skirt and short crop lace top, pink satin ballet slippers…. and the ultra accessory –
master blaster on the shoulder. “Hi guys, ready to rock the Monday meeting?!”
Tuesday’s was a much more intense situation with a subdued solution. I was kidnapped and forced to cook meth.
I know, Breaking Bad creeping in, even though I stopped watching seasons ago. I plotted my escape.
Down in the basement, donned in scrubs. I needed to find some shoes so I could make a run for it
over the gravel parking lot and jump the barbed wire fence.
I dug around in a gym bag I found under a table… stilettos, no those won’t do,
slip on flats, no thanks, but hmmmmmm.
These might work. Practical and get the job done – wing tipped oxfords.
The 3rd dream was bright and sunny. I think I was at a music festival or at the beach.
I felt the warmth and easy vibes all around. Must have been over the hump day and toward TGIF. My fashion decision ended up with a very casual Wayfarer and overalls look.
I actually did rock this look in real life… though mine was a much more Free People style than
what I could find pictured here.
Pink Thule Skirt from Lucky Pony
Blaster w/ iPhone docking from Pinterest
Winged Tipped Oxfords by Fratelli-Rossetti
RayBan Wayfarers & overalls on Alessandra Ambrosio from WhoWhatWear
I love all of Pat Cegan’s Source of Inspiration posts…. because, duh! they are always inspiring. 🙂 I really like when she writes these Alpha Bullet Point Poems. They are just so zen perfect and the Phantastical artwork slideshow is indeed a colorful collision of worlds and beauty. Simply dreamiliscious!
I’ve been watching a ton of New Orleans Jazz Fest on AXS TV this weekend.
Fully expecting for strands of zydeco, funk and blues to slip into my sub-conscious.
So far, the only song that lodged in my brain is Lyle Lovett’s “Here I am”
If you haven’t ever heard that song, definitely take a look at the linked video.
I think this stuck in my head more than any other tune I heard, because L.L.
is such a wordsmith. Check out the full lyrics.
I was not at Jazz Fest in reality or in sleep. It was just an annoying little dream about
not being able to connect. Not being able to say what I mean, in the right way,
materialized as mobile cell service not cooperating well.
Who was I was calling?
“Can you hear me now?”, “Do we have access? “, “Where are you?”,
“Can you hear me now?”,
“Look I understand too little to late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would be if you didn’t even try?
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I’d like to reconsider
Please if it’s not to late….
Make it a cheeseburger.”
~ Lyle Lovett
Dreamer’s Note: Photo from Saveur