if i had a british accent. . .

. . .i'd never shut up.

isn't everything happyful about this picture? you see it and HAVE to smile. what does it have anything to do with british accents? nothing. except that i'm infatuated with them (british *including* irish and scottish,) and they make me smile. very wide. i don't shut up anyway, and i put my mastered falsetto accent/s to use often. so the quote almost counts. . .oh, and if you noticed, i changed my header/theme again. earlier this week anna and i ventured into "the shire," a scrumptious, open field behind our house - covered in golden rods and bright orange poison ivy. it's our very own magical place, a tiny bit of the country, even though tops of houses peak through; we ignore them. because it truly is a sacred place, where one enters silently, breathlessly. . .then gives way to frolics and photo-shoots and all manners of sisterly goofiness.

i've decided i'm part hobbit. (notice part. hairy feet and too many meals don't count.) that would explain  the shortness and anna's sudden infatuation with frodo. i think she wants to marry him. o.O and i'm starting to adore him too. it's all her fault. which reminds me - 'into the west' is probably the worlds most gorgeous song. . . .the instrumental version gives me goosebumps and thrills and makes me cry. so does the braveheart theme, 'the love of a princess.' the music store should be getting a visitor soon. . .btw, i'm so glad you enjoyed 'my heart will go on.' :) i really appreciated everyone's comments/suggestions. thank you so much! - film scores are my latest craze, listening and playing them; i can't get enough! any recommendations? 

a sneak peak of the photo-shoot. here you can see a bit of "the shire" in all its painted yellow . 

there is nothing more beautiful then a reenactment by torch and candle light, on an island in the middle of the ohio river, under a blanket of clear, star-filled sky. siiggh. a ferry ride from bank to bank, costumed interpreters, "ghosts" roaming among the ancient walnut grove, carriage's drawn by ponies at full canter; wood smoke, gingerbread and irish sea chanties. only this time i wasn't a spectator. together with a group of good friends, donned in our finest regency garb - we were at blennerhasset island. . .to dance. {click}

just amazing. (yes, i overuse that word.) but it's true. english country dancing in a tiny roped off area of the mansion, boiling to death in our costumes, nervous as groups of tourists flocked in to watch. it was like stepping into a movie. . .as if it were a real, moving, living story - our little story, swept back in time, imagining, experiencing. there aren't words for the thrill of it all. spending that special evening with such wonderful ppls made it all the better. . .eating enormous oatmeal cookies, talking theology until 2:30 AM, waking up to a Southern Ohio country morning, more conversation around the breakfast table. . .then the long drive home, more talking, and way too much chocolate. like yesterday, when mom and i had our little shopping date. what could possibly be better then chocolate, sushi, more chocolate, adventures at a candle warehouse. . .and a coffee brand stating: "coffee, chocolate, men. . . the richer the better." perfection.

  

celebrating fall. thinking of (and wearing) knee length boots, eating crunchy-delicious Melrose apples, loving my little nick, who is getting so big and obedient, praising the Lord for a new part-time nanny position. and even though i have to fake a british accent. . .smiling. {don't worry. . .i'll never shut up anyway. ;) }