Friday Photo Swoon – Lady in Black

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That little black dress. Or long dress. Whatever. It doesn't matter what you call it, we all have one. We know how we feel when we put it on too. Sexy, strong, in control. I don't know why exactly. Maybe because black has mystery where other colors don't. It is hard to pin down, to see detail. Almost like the night. You know everything around you is just the same, but nighttime can alter even the most familiar of spaces. Blackness can void what you think you knew. Maybe this is why we can feel different in black. We get to take on a different self. One that is in control of a mystery while others are left questioning...

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Last Week's Friday Photo Swoon:

Draped in Silk

Thursday Thrill – Opal

Chandelier Fine Art Photo by Jessa Mae Photo

October, that illustrious maiden so full of maddening change with galaxies of color glistening within. Flashes of Summer green, tints of Springtime yellow, kisses of Autumn red, and touches of Winter blue all thrive and pulse in her breast like a newly burgeoning world.

Opal

1980s Sequin Sweater from American Drifter

Petrified Wood Fine Art Photo by Seabelly 

Early 1900s Nautilus Bowl from Junctique

1920s Sequin Dress from Dandelion Daydreamer Vintage

1950s Opal Rhinestones from House of Twinkle

 Vintage Iridescent Glass Creamer from Brick Rose

 1980s Sequin Top from Nomadic Native

1920s Opal Brooch from The Great Country House

 1950s Sequin Top from Wild Honey Pie Vintage

 Victorian Opal Ring from Somewhere in Time Fine Jewelry

The Birth of the Opal

The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,

And followed her low and high, 

But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head,

She was so shy -- so shy.

The Sunbeam wooed with passion;

Ah, he was a lover bold!

And his heart was afire with mad desire

For the Moonbeam pale and cold.

She fled like a dream before him,

Her hair was a shining sheen,

And oh, that Fate would annihilate

The space that lay between!

Just as the day lay panting 

In the arms of the twilight dim,

The Sunbeam caught the one he sought

And drew her close to him.

But out of his warm arms, startled 

And stirred by Love's first shock,

She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,

And hid in the niche of a rock.

And the Sunbeam followed and found her,

And led her to Love's own feast;

And they were wed on that rocky bed,

And the dying Day was their priest.

And lo! the beautiful Opal --

That rare and wondrous gem --

Where the moon and sun blend into one,

Is the child that was born to them.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Last Week's Thursday Thrill:

Beggars and Choosers

Wordless Wednesday – Remembering Spring

Last Week's Wordless Wednesday:

Hidden

Treasury Tuesday – With Ease

Isn't this treasury refreshing? We've been having quite a few gloomy days recently with lots of cloud cover and rain. Seeing this bright and clean curation by Victoriya of Lasunka made me feel much perkier! With a pretty mix of sailor blue, golden yellow, and splashes of green, this certainly is a reminder of sunnier days. I was so happy to see that my gold necklace, "Paradise of the East" was able to bask in the sunlight too! 

To view individual items in this treasury, click here.

Last Week's Treasury Tuesday:

Early Afternoon Sunlight