I love a rainy night.
And I love a rainy day.
I happen to be wallowing in a funk at the moment, so turned to the Interwebs to wallow further. I firmly believe that a good wallow, savoring the depth of whatever form The Blues take for you, is the best way to cope with The Blues. For me,
I need armor. I need the structure of a Comme des Garcons design or the slouchy menswear-inspired trouser from Jenny Kaye.
I need to lose myself in a gaze, get lost far away in Billie's voice.
I need to acknowledge that The Bean is turning 5 this week, but remember that she'll always be my babygirl.
I need color saturation like only the 1960s can give.
I need a good storm - and a good book in which I can escape. It doesn't hurt when it was not only a childhood favorite, but was also "born" in my hometown. Returning home takes lots of forms.
I need romanticism, like the misleading glamor of an exiled princess.
I need ethereal mist - losing myself again.
Maybe some of this hits home for you. If it does, jump on over to my The Blues board on Pinterest.
