i recently went apple picking:::hempiteras are still being found in my clothing

which is exciting because they are my favorite kind of bug.



today i found out...people actually read this...maybe I should start using proper punctuation, grammar, words in the english language. and so maybe this is one place where i don't have to feel so composed...like eating a dinner without the napkin on my lap.




so i'll talk about this strange day before i tell you about what i've been wanting to tell you.




i woke early and had some severely aquarian indecisiveness about where to get coffee. i don't have a coffee pot, nor a french press (which is a travesty really, the way I drink coffee) i found myself at THE EARTH CUP because the air was cool and i like to ride my bicycle in the coolness. the sky was blue and i thought---yes, so it is that i want to sit outside. rationale. ((((the barista)))) gave me a shot of espresso for free. I ended up sitting with the 'photographer' for awhile. he's a busy fellow. he's kind of famous. i felt kind of famous....but it seems these days i'm spending more and more time with supposed "VIP's". Leaving for ballet class, I saw T, my neighbor...he says "YOU ARE ALWAYS CHANGING YOUR HAIR", I said "yes of COURSE! as is the weather these days"




Dance class (see below), afterwards, I went to go sit and rest my ballet legs before heading home. Already i felt that the city was so small. I was a little disgruntled because I craved the anonymity that one can only seem to get in NYC. Of course, at the park, I see my neighbor "T" selling his art work. Then, I run into an artist I knew from way back---she looked like a sketch book---unshaven legs, mashed together clothes collected from the roadside. She was talking with a professional hairstylist who said "you have beautiful hair, I WANT TO CUT AND STYLE IT" okay "yes, sure, when, where?" OK, so at the park someday soon, I shall have a professional cut my hair in broad day light. What a strange day...Of course I get back from work and neighbor "T" wants me to come see the design of his living room. THEME=STAR WARS. (it was actually really nice)





so this is my life. I woke up wanting to continue delving into "Hopeful Monsters" by Nicholas Mosely. The hour I finally dug my nose was the subway ride home post work.






you know, i don't think fall fashion has really got its leg up on the table. this is frustrating. today i thought about my brown combat boots waiting to be torn out of storage and plopped on my feet for street entertainment come autumnal weather---but god, summer, is holding on with a death grip.







so i wanted to tell you about how i'm finally taking class from NATALIA. and that I finally admitted to myself yesterday that I AM NOTAMODERNDANCER.



which means, I don't know what I am because I'm certainly no ballerina.


but then again, neighbor "T" philosophized today---saying---"look at all this nothing! we can be whatever we want, make things be what we want. I tell a girl she sweet as sugar, and we're still having sex!" and I thought, yes okay, interesting, but what about physical limitations? Or mental limitations? Why do we always want to be "things"? It's like when people ask "so, what do you do in the city?" and I want to say, nothing. and so then, therefore, everything. I wander---but now---



i'm really interested in STRUCTURE. OPEN STRUCTURE. It's a hard line to balance.









really, I'd be really into coaching a soccer team of eight year olds. the guys who do----they're really great.


anyways...
I wanted to tell you about Natalia and how I adore every aspect of her teaching and even though I look like a fool in her class, I'm determined to be not be a fool for too much longer.


THE APPLES, THEY WERE REALLY DELICIOUS.

THE HEMIPTERAS, NOT SO MUCH.




concretely::::sweetly::::
katelyn