An Audrey Moment.

"Living is like tearing through a museum. 
Not until later do you really start 
absorbing what you saw, 
thinking about it,
 looking it up in a book, 
and remembering -
because you can't take it in all at once." 


— Audrey Hepburn

With the combined anniversary of Audrey Hepburn's death
and the 50th anniversary of the release of 
Breakfast at Tiffany's
this year,


I find myself having a bit of an Audrey moment today.


Here's one for you, too.

Mourning in Camelot...

R. Sargent Shriver died tonight 

at the age of 95,

 burning out one of the last remaining links to Camelot.

"Sarge" served as Ambassador to France, 

and lived just under two years from the death of his wife,

Eunice Kennedy Shriver,

the younger sister of John F. Kennedy.

His life was spent working in worthy causes such as

the establishment of the Peace Corps, 

fighting the war on poverty,

& the sudden arrangement 
of the funeral of his wife's brother, JFK.

He is also notably connected as 

the father in law of California's Arnold Schwarzenegger.

A Merry Little Christmas.

Merry Christmas, friends.

Thank you for your daily gifts of

support, kindness, & love

throughout the past year.

I treasure our friendships dearly!

Friday Funday: Dilemma of the Decade.

It's fairly common to have

heroes in history & pop-culture

branded into our minds.

For instance, 

I have a {slight} fixation on 

The Kennedys.

It's because of this adoration,

I'm left looking at life

through a 1960's lens.

via

For Friday Funday,

I'm throwing out this question:

What decade would you pick to spend your twenties in?

Do you dream of Daisy in Gatsby's days?

Do you revel in Rosie the Riveters war time ways?

Would you sing like Sandy of Summer Nights as a girl?

Or did Madonna model the mood that you feel?

The Trouble with Angels.

was always my video of choice

when my parents went out for the evening

and I was left with a baby-sitter.

Haley Mills. June Harding. Rosalind Russell.

1960's cinema

perfectly gifting audiences

2 hours of

high-spirited, best friends

running amuck at convent school.

Bliss.

Kind of like the movie

Sister Act.

Only with a better wardrobe...

And no Whoopi Goldberg.