Monday, January 30, 2012

A Favorite Lovely or Three

These things, without a doubt, represent my favorites of the online world of lovelies. I believe I have mentioned before, as I find it a most gratifying source of vintage clothing. That is where the first picture, the jumper, hails from. The other two photographs belong to, which collects an immense collection of uncommon lovelies. 
* is not affliated with modcloth or urban outfitters in any way, shape, or form, but simply finds them a vast source of entertainment and lovelies galore.

365 Days of Tableau: Days 24-30

Monday, January 23, 2012

365 Days of Tableau: Day 23

Today I have treated you to a picture of fire, something of which will turn up in a few more tableau to come, as I have recently become infatuated with pictures of the thing. 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

365 Days of Tableau: Days 20, 21, 22

Dear Readers- I would like you to take note that the tableaus of the boot and the dress were not taken by me as my other tableaus were.  These are merely items that I found on and found as a true uncommon lovely.
With ever so much love, the eclectic authoress.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

365 Days of Tableau: Days 14-19

Apologies for the sideways pictures- the tilt tool is not properly functioning.
-with ever so much love, the eclectic authoress

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A Portrait of the Eclectic Authoress

The girl sits. Adjusting her black bowler hat ("It's like Cornelius Fudge's," she would laugh, "but not lime green!") and smoothing her braids, a notebook is acquired from her bag and we are let a peek inside. It is filled with books- Jane Eyre and Sherlock Holmes- along with a few Sharpie pens and mechanical pencils that are hooked onto the magazine clippings, loose-leaf scribblings, and notebooks of a vast array of sizes that scatter all other available room. And there it is- a wallet, black and white, with ever eclectic key-chains. She is writing. She looks around the room, sips her frappe. She writes. She is watching the businessmen, the ladies, the kids. She watches the employees and the mothers of toddlers and the scholars. All here. All prone to be watched. And as she watches, she writes, scribbles and lines and pages of stories. Imagine that the man over there with the sunglasses inside is a spy. Imagine that lady holding the bulging diaper bag is a smuggler. Imagine that kid is a genius. Imagine that girl is troubled. And find out why. This is what she writes. It is story-telling, but on paper. It is an art, she says to herself. Even if I cannot draw, I am an artist.
She sits. She writes. It is the bookshop cafe.
And that is a portrait of the eclectic authoress.

With ever so much love,
the eclectic authoress herself

365 Days of Tableau: Day 11

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Word in a Day, or Perhaps Two

Coxcomb: a vain, showy fellow
Profligate: shamelessly immoral; recklessly wasteful

Once Upon a Time and More: Immortal Quotes

"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs."
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters."
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

"Always" said Snape.
- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

- George Orwell, Animal Farm

“It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
-Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
A few of my favorite idiosyncrasies and lovelies, these quotes- forever immortal as they are- come from books modern and aged alike, from those accepted as classics, those made into movies, and even those that have a theme park dedicated to their name.  Because the printed page means more than a thousand spoken words, for they live forever in our hearts, and- out of the shadows- another will always come along. They ring true to even that one person who declares that books mean nothing- they always mean something.


With ever so much love, the eclectic authoress

365 Days of Tableau: Day 4

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

365 Days of Tableau: Days 1-3

Tableau: 1. a picture, as of a scene 2. a picturesque grouping of persons or objects; a striking scene
With 365 Days of Tableau, one photograph will be added per day.  As today is the 3rd of January, three pictures have been added, due to the fact that it was impossible to do on either the first or second.
With ever so much love,
the eclectic authoress