Yep. The face says it all…
Every year, as E-Tailers drum up all things Halloween, I find myself relating a lot more to newsletter content. It’s literally without fail -whether decor, fashion, accessories, even beauty, I’ll find my every day go-tos featured as seasonal specialties.
I can’t say it bothers me so much, but I am left wondering whether I should indulge…or just leave my monster collection of skulls, black, studs and corset ties well enough alone. I’ll tell you, it’s awfully hard to restrain myself.
In the case of Rebel Circus, they’re always a little creepy (in a good way), but overall the October newsletters are so much more my scene than the rest of the year… ❤
Rebels Market…they get me too… ❤
And then there’s Iron Fist, equally as dark, dreary, and beautiful, who also seems to have my number…
Ahhhh… ❤ I feel so understood!
When I had to let my two melanistic F1 Jungle Cats go many years ago, I was so devastated that I refused to have cats at all – my heart was broken and I just didn’t want to go through it again. All or nothing.
But when faced with a debilitatingly painful situation in my life, a close friend gently suggested I think about it… Bearing time alone – or any time at all – hurt so much that I was nearly unable to function.
One of the boys, a rescue, was taken into a home, and then brought back to the foster because the new family thought – because of his fur color – that he was “bad luck.” He was one of the sweetest kittens any of us had met and I decided – if he liked me too – that he would travel back home to live with me. For good. Black cats and I have a habit of working out. ❤
As fate would have it, a second all-black, bob-tailed rescue would show up…and the two of them got on famously.
The rest was history, and now we have two beautiful, jet black boys, Keku and Musashi.
I remember nearly every day how lonely I felt back then…and how lonely I’d feel now without them. Even when I get mewed to death an hour before dinner time, I’d be crushed not having them in my life.
No matter what I’m doing, they’re there just hanging out, with sweet spirits and ridiculously silly antics to assuage any bad day.
Did you ever notice this? Because I did. And it seriously creeped me out to see the level of cardio fitness this, oh…I don’t know…dead serial killer had! I’d be doomed!
It’s so NOT funny! I’d be like “hey, Michael, can you hold on a second? I need to put my sneakers on. Just ONE second, geezuz, Mr. Impatient! I need a head start.” And then I’d have to HIIT out of there.
And of course this is incredibly appropriate…for the lady who only ever wears (SLIMMING) black, AND worked in fashion for a dozen years...
I’ve always had an affinity for all things darkly-hued. I couldn’t even say why, save that there is a richness born of the depth of the color (or “absence” thereof) that woos my heart (and sight!)
I bought my mother a spectacular black pansy plant for Mother’s Day one year – nothing “morbid,” nor dreary about it! She was delighted knowing that those velvety black blooms with sunny centers and a burst of violet were my way of smiling at her each day. ❤
I also have a tradition of sending 50 Black Baccara roses to my parents for Halloween. This year, my wedding in on the 29th (as close to Hallows as I could manage!) but I will still be sending them their gloriously, decadently-hued blooms all the same!
“BLACK?!” people say? Well…not necessarily 100% pitch (there are some flower varieties that are pretty darn close, though!)…but very much “blackened” and beautiful most of the time.
There are countless varieties of black’ish blooms, and one day if I DO have a garden, I will endeavor to plant as many as I can. “Queen of the Night,” “Black Magic,” “Mystic Dreamer,” “Raven’s Wing”…for me, those names alone have me full swoon. Strange? Maybe…but we are all entitled! I love a brightly-colored bouquet as much as anyone, and in fact one of my favorite flowers are the Pascali rose – an angelically white bud, fresh as driven snow – that my mother planted in our garden in my honor as a child. My skating coach still calls me “Pascalli” and the memory of those striking, moonlit petals will be with for always.
Perhaps, then, I will add a Pascali plant…and some red varieties…since red is also a favored shade… Osiria, naturally, speaks to my Egyptian-Pagan-heart… ❤
And “Hearts” would work so nicely…
What would you plant in your garden…?