Jeune fille au chienBerthe Morisot
1887
I have a wonderful calendar of Impressionist paintings, and this is the painting for September. It fits, somehow. The colors and the pensive expression of the young woman. Summer has gone, and another season will be starting soon. I love autumn, and my favorite flowers are autumn flowers -- Dahlias, Asters, Black-eyed Susans. Soon the leaves will begin to change, and nature will put on a riotous display of color. My life has been sort of strange lately, as I sit and watch the lives of others around me -- achievements, new loves, lost loves, accomplishments, new houses purchased, careers changed. I have sometimes described my life as being "outside the candy store" watching everyone inside. It's as if there is a glass wall between me and all the people who are participating. But I do have a special friend who can make me laugh more than anyone has ever made me laugh.
Jeune femme en toilette de balBerthe Morisot
1879
Last night I had the strangest dream that everyone was going to a fancy-dress ball. All the women were in their beautiful ball gowns, the men in their tuxedos. I sat and watched everyone getting ready, but I was not able to go. I remember looking at Tori Spelling's dress, thinking how lovely it was. Oh, yes Tori Spelling was there -- don't ask me why -- but she had the most beautiful dress. As everyone danced off to the ball, I sat and watched them thinking, "Oh, yes..." I woke up laughing. How on earth did Tori Spelling get into my dream?
September is really the beginning of the new year, and it calls for a new wardrobe. This weekend I am going to hit the malls and buy myself something new. Maybe I'll even buy myself a ball gown -- just in case.
19 comments:
You never know when you'll need a ballgown. Your dream reminded me a bit of Cinderella, perhaps you too have some sort of magical adventure just around the corner.
I can see you dancing the night away in that beautiful ball gown - to the September Morn song. I thought of Cinderella, too. Something is in the air...
I can seldom, if ever,remember what that darn dream I was having just before waking up.
Try as I might, it just refuses to even give me a clue as to what it was all about. Most annoying, as I can always remember it was something that I really wanted to recall.
I love dancing too! May I have the next dance?
Of course you know that the painting September Morn never sold very well UNTIL it was declared pornography by the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice in 1913!
Once it was declared objectionable, it flew off the shelves of art stores! Sort of says something about society and how to effectively advertise something...!!
Now, what were you saying? I was staring at my picture of September Morn....!! You know, for its, uh, well, uh, its artistic value, yes, yes, that's it .... its artistic value!
Russell, the copy of Jude the Obscure that I have has a forward by Thomas Hardy in which he muses over the fact that having his book burned by a Bishop had done wonders for its popularity.
Jo, as the summer dies away and we start to prepare for cooler weather, there are now some among us that will be thinking, "What would Tori Spelling wear to a formal event?" thanks to your funny dream.
Sometimes we all feel a bit like we are on the outside looking in, and in your case it makes for some wonderful observations.
I just need some new boots - I think that would be the solution to ALL my problems. Do you think that would work?
Hello Jo.
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All the best, have a nice day, see you soon.
José Filipe 01-09-2009
That's also what I'M gOing To do: Hit the Malls, and buy me some new wardrobe.
That's funny I was wondering why Tori Spelling was in your dream as I was humming September morn! What a lovely surprise when I scrolled down and there was Neil Diamond. Thanks Jo :-)
Dahlias were on my mind tonight as well, even heard an Italian Opera, maybe a Waltz as well...seems as if this month promises much.
I love the concept of a year beginning in September. Perhaps we'll meet in the mall.
I hope you find the item that brings a sparkle to your eyes. Shopping can be fun sometimes, when you find just the right item.
Funny, you're the second blogger today i've read who has said that the new year begins for them now. It makes sense to me!
I had a dream about another blogger getting ready to climb Mt. Wilson. Funny that these folks come into our lives enough that they enter our dreams too!
I love the idea of a ball & beautifully dressed folks. What a pleasant dream. :)
The price of admission to the ball was exactly right. Hope you danced the night away on clouds of dreams Jo.
even i love the month of Autumn! but here autumn is a rainy season. its chill and gr8!
The paintings are beautiful!
Already comes September...soon the leaves will falling down....The falling leaves~~~
Alissa, yes, I thought of Cinderella too. :-)
Nancy, yes, hmmmm... I wonder...
Philip, yes. And you look very nice in your tuxedo.
Russell, *heh* I thought of putting that picture up with my post, but the last time I did that, three people stopped following me. :-)
Land of Shimp, I never think of Tori Spelling from one month to the next. How on earth did she get into my dream!? *heh*
The Bug, new boots are the solution to EVERY problem. :-)
Jose, welcome! Thank you, and please visit again.
DUTA, yay! Show us your new wardrobe when you buy it. :-)
LovelyPrism, don't you just love that song? I do.
Robert, September always seems to be the start of the new year, doesn't it?
Mary, yes. I'll keep an eye out for you. :-)
Brenda, there's nothing more fun than finding the right item, even if it's just something small.
Kathryn, yes the ball gowns were just beautiful. Funny, hey?
Mark, I didn't get to go, but I will definitely go to the next one! *heh*
Pranksygang, it is getting chilly here too, but I love it.
Nomore, yes, the leaves are beginning to fall here already.
I love that second painting. Very lovely.
Tori Spelling is no Deborah Kerr, if you don't mind my saying so.
I see you in a lovely ethereal gown made of butterfly wings, although of course no butterflies were harmed in the making of this gown.
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