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Holiday Whimsy

 

 

My Vintage Santa loves the new snow

I’ve been away for a few days. No I wasn’t traveling, shopping or having some fun. A little flu bug decided to visit me but I think he’s moving out and not any too soon. This next week is loaded, I’m working extra hours, have several holiday parties, a polital rally for a friend running for State Rep and I haven’t wrapped a thing. I’m sure most of you are in the same boat.

I love the Holidays and so want to take a little time to enjoy everything it has to offer.  I’ts with that spirit that I share a couple of my favorite Holiday window dispays with you. 

Saks Fifth Avenue- so whimsical and fun!

Bergdorf Goodman- I love this winter fantasy!

 

Through my office window-It may not scream Christmas but it’s festive and fun.

Enjoy your day.

xo-jj

December 11, 2009 Posted by | me, photography | , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Just beyond the pink door part 3

sexy-manIf you missed the beginning go here for part one and here for part two.

Her eyes got lost in the deep dark pools that led her to his soul, she saw, she remembered. How could that be? His soft curly locks framed his masculane chin ever so perfectly, supple lips, strong shoulders, and a muscular chest all packaged in his warm Latin skin. She felt his touch course over her body, even though they were table lengths apart. She remembered his smell, the spicy aroma of smoked wood and the sweetness of a just ripe peach. A prickly sensation started at her lips and spread through her body ending with a tiny spark at the tips of her fingers and tops of her toes. She felt a primal urge to reach out and embrace each hair and every limb of his body but couldn’t move or speak. Her feet glued to the floor, her mind unable to think  her lips dripping with lust for his, they were incapable of forming the words. She needed, she felt, she ached, and lusted for this man who’s name she didn’t know but who’s touch she remembered. She could recall every detail of the old woman’s description and felt each encounter so deeply. Had this woman sent her to live out the past, her fantasy, a long lost love, or her destiny? But how did she know- the accident, the choice of detour and why did she do it? What was her motive? She envisioned they’re tangled feet and embracing arms with feverish  passion. When she closed her eyes she could almost feel his hot breath on her neck. She was trapped in a body of indecision and plagued by the fear of change.

But then, his deep eyes glowed as he winked his long lashes and turned toward the door. Should she stop him and risk her secret life so private and perfect? Can she share her life, her sensuous garden of succulent fruit and glowing candle light? She feared losing her independence by falling completely for this man. She could lead him to the garden to dance barfoot in the breeze and bathe in the warm waters that trickled past her sleeping nest.  Her mind was conflicted but she felt her heart open and her hand reach out as he passed by. She felt the firmness of his skin as her fingers melted painlessly into his flesh. His head turned toward hers, his face so gentle, his eyes so intent but his lips never spoke and… and…. he held out his hand with perfect fingers out-stretched toward hers. As her mouth tried to make words he laid a finger to her lips and…….

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Did he?…… Did she?…….. Should they?………. I guess I’ll leave this one up to you.  You, tell me what happened. Sorry for the delay in the story my week has been a little hectic thus far. Today I am dreaming of running barefoot in the garden- just waiting on spring. Enjoy your day!

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This was one of those perfect moments, perfect shot, kind of things. I captured this image last summer. Make a wish.  Gotta love this kind of opportunity.

jj

April 1, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me, saga | , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

A secret recipe and oh yeah… magic

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( a cool August evening over the pond- shot from my bathroom window) 

The spark of excitement and the essence of change floating is around you in the form of tiny sparkles. Sometimes things are just more beautiful and vast than words can describe. It is as if there is another realm of existence that we refuse to see. It existed long before we were grown and could be seen perfectly through our childhood eyes. The spirit danced around us and we refused to give up on the magic. Take a moment and float in that bubble of all things fantastical and possible. Let yourself believe in a world that sparkles and a light that dances in your presence.

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(A magical sunset over the ocean)

Do you remember those days as a child when the realm of the fantastical was part of your every day and anything was possible? Make me a promise to never lose sight of your fairy tales and dreams. Don’t forget that you matter and are special. Don’t let life drag you down and take away your dreams, your magic, your life. Let go of the things and people who drag you down. Cherish the life you’ve created for yourself.

Great things can happen when you truly let go and allow your whimsical, fantastical self create. Yesterday I did just that and what transpired took my breath away. My vision of a world of peace and colorful happiness developed into this beautiful necklace.

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The secret to this recipe is that it is absolutely free. Magic is all around us. Be adventurous and take a big bite, let it roll around on your tongue, taste the essence of freedom and savour the flavor of success. Let your intuition be your guide into the world of possibilities. So burn your to do list and bury your stress this is your day….Enjoy!

jj

March 6, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

A Little Neighborly Advice

Please welcome Shera to the sofa.

OK, so I’m married and have feelings for my neighbor. I know he has the same feelings for me. It’s needless to say that I don’t have a great marriage and haven’t been happy for a long time. My problem is I just can’t get this neighbor out of my mind! What makes matters worse, I’m “friends” with his girlfriend. I don’t know what to do.

Junie: Relationships are difficult to keep alive and sometimes the temptation to cheat is overwhelming.  Pull back and take a good look at the situation. The feelings you have for your neighbor has more to do with what’s lacking at home. Do what ever you can to avoid an affair. At least make an attempt (professional help) to save your marriage. This neighborly affair won’t be worth the the price you’ll have to pay in the end.

jj

February 3, 2009 Posted by | confessions, lovers, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Confessions of a Daydreamer

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I just had to let you in on my day dream. Yes it’s a fantasy, but we are allowed those. I was cool hunting this morning and came across my dream job. I admit I am a bit of a cloudy headed day dreamer, silly heart and all around crazy girl with her feet always partially off the ground.  Well,  you didn’t expect that  June Cleaver was running this blog did you?

How would you like to get paid to walk the beach, snorkel the barrier reef, take pictures, and keep a daily blog about your activities? Did I mention that a modest pay of $150,000 Aussie dollars ($105,000 us) comes with this fabulous job? No I’m not suffering from cabin fever or indulging in one of my winter fantasies. I assure you this is real ! So real that I am jumping up and down while gazing out my window that is blanketed in a thick layer of snow which promises to continue amidst the dipping temperatures that will be in the single digits by dinner time. This would be my fantasy job. I love, love the beach and everything about the sea. I’m all over it. Want to take a peek for yourself? Check it out right here. Yes, Yes, I’m there !!! Where do I sign up, you say. Your next statement will probably be…help the employment link doesn’t work.
Can you say system overload?

Get in the long line of crazy, blog addicted, sun starved, unemployed individuals just itching for the chance to be island caretaker to Hamilton Island’s Great Barrier Reef in Australia. This list includes yours truly. Although I haven’t applied yet, I have been dreaming about what it would be like.
Why- you ask- would the Queensland state government offer such a position. It’s a way to promote tourism for the beautiful land of Oz. Not too shabby for a temp job. This fab position does end after a six month contract and yes that means you must vacate the island of your dreams.

This past year proved to be a tough year of disappointment for many. Maybe this is a sign of what’s to come in 2009…who knows. These are crazy times we live in.

Just thought I would give my friends a peek into this crazy head of mine for just a moment. Now back to your regularly scheduled confessions.

jj

January 13, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

It Must Be True

It has been several weeks since I heard such an interesting confession. Penny (let’s call her that) was a beautiful girl with a boring life. Her confession started with what she liked to do for fun. She said she liked to stalk people she was envious of until she got their routine down. Then she would break into the house when they were away and pretend to be them. Touch their things, wear their clothes, lay in their bed. This really creep-ed me out. I wasn’t quite sure if she made it up to impress her me or if it was for real. She described her last scenario play by play and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here is her startling confession as told to me from the Velvet Lady:

 Penny knew exactly where the key was hidden and it took her less than a minute to get inside. She quickly made her way up the long staircase. She knew right away which bedroom belonged to Debra and Dan. As soon as she opened the closet and began to touch Debra’s clothes, a snap came over her and the fantasy began. She touched her sweater, touched her robe, touched the boiled wool coat Debra got for Christmas, touch, touch, touch, jackpot, this was the one. She chose the silk nightgown with a matching robe that was trimmed in a fluffy feather boa. It fit her like a glove and flowed off her body in a very sheer fabric. She sat down in front of the dressing table and brushed her hair, next came the make up and the jewelry. Then she walked down the steps in Debra’s black pumps and opened the refrigerator to pour herself a glass of orange juice. Just as she sat down at the kitchen table and opened the newspaper she heard a car door slam. She jumped to her feet as her glass of orange juice shattered across the floor. She tugged at the slider but it wouldn’t budge. She then saw the wedge in the bottom track and removed it. The door slide open, she kicked off her shoes and ran across the lawn, around the shed and to the side of the house. She peeked around the corner to see Dan open the front door and walk inside. Penny made a dash for her car and drove off down the dirt road in Debra’s see-thru nighty. She said her heart was turning summer salts, but it was the most exciting twenty minutes of her life- even better than sex.

Penny laughed as she touched the souvenir she was wearing. It was a pearl necklace that belonged to Debra. Penny said it was the best pearl necklace she ever got.

Who could make something like that up? It must be true!

JJ

December 3, 2008 Posted by | confessions, secrets, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment