Nineteen Forty

8 Apr

Waking up on a hardwood floor can be painful and confusing, yet is sometimes what happens in life.  

Waking up, I threw on a parrot shirt and clipped back my outgrown bangs with an artsy leaf pin.

Waking up and walking across to worship the Lord at a place that used to be home.

Awake. Trying on clothes. Curling hair. Applying red lipstick. Rain and Umbrellas.

Yes, that is my day. My day is never the usual, but is always the usual for me. Last night, a dear friend of mine slept over and I had the opportunity to model for her today. She is making a portfolio of photos from each decade. I returned to Philadelphia just in time for the 1940s. Feeling like a child, I dressed up in my grandmother’s clothing and waited at the train station for my lover to return home.

My friend’s name is Jaci Bailey and she is such a cute photographer. Check her out at…




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