I thank god for:
My mom and dad,
My brothers and sisters,
My new holiday clothing,
My lavish Thanksgiving dinner that lies in front of me,
And the day off from school.
But it’s Friday now,
And oh dear god!
My mother and father are nagging me,
My brothers and sisters are bothering me,
There is a plethora of new clothing that I need to purchase,
I think we should to go out for a Black Friday dinner,
And I don’t want to go back to school again.
I think I will stay home this Monday.
Because, you see, there are some things that I still need to buy.
~ Submitted by Matti Fuld
Yet I make no sound,
I will to scream, yell,
and crush the world,
in my small hands,
Yet I stand there, silently,
scared someone may hear me,
weeping, like a little girl,
I feel as though everything is gone,
and I am alone,
the last to survive,
Yet people walk by, casually,
as though nothing has happened,
I bravely leave my hiding place,
checking if anyone is near,
I quickly wash my face,
tears gone, make-up reapplied,
I look as any other girl in the street,
I look like everyone else,
I open the door to the world,
Surprised to see nothing has changed,
the sun still shines, brighter than ever,
people chatting, cars speeding by,
It finally hits me,
the world cries to it’s own problems,
and my issues,
they’re just another candy wrapper,
in a gutter,
forgotten, and nowhere to be seen
~ Submitted by Neta Chizhik
I love that feeling that comes
During the longest night
When tiny white angels
Begin to take flight
They parachute ever so softly
Landing with barely a sound
Slowly forming a blanket
Of soft white upon the ground
But it doesn’t last for very long
This magnificent show
Because sooner or later someone walks by
And makes footprints in the snow
We are big fans of The Beauty Department! They give fabulous tutorials on everything from hair and makeup to the latest trends for nails. This look was meant for New Years but who says that’s the only night to sparkle? Wear this look to add a festive glitter to your winter attire.
She was never called The Woman, only, A Woman. Her locks were long and shining and her face was pure as snow, her lips the color of berries and her eyes wide and blue. She was the one who every night took the husbands to bed and showed them what a true dance of the spirits could be. She yelled in song and praised in plenty and never knew a slap or a whip or a curse. Her needlepoint was precise and intricate and her fingers were still soft because a needle never pierced her skin. She was the one who joined the twelve of them in harmony and peace, and the jealous wives tales became untrue when she was around because they were all the same, and how can you be jealous of a woman? Her children were bright and playful and she stayed young through the fretful winters and broiling summers; her hair never grayed and her skin never creased. They wondered about her but she only lived in this town, among these twelve, silent as a whisper. She was the one they turned to when there was nothing left to put on the table, no crumbsleft in the fridge, when their men had hit them and their children misbehaved. She was there when they were mocked because they didn’t know how to add or spell or read and write, and when their backs broke from the weight of sorrow; when their mothers died and they got feverish and black. She was there most of all when they looked in the mirror, a crack splitting their faces in two and she was between the crack and holding them together tight. She would whisper in the ears of the twelve and remind them of their beautiful locks and berry lips and the songs they sang together like birds going south. They would look into the mirror, straight into her eye, and they would know who they were. They would know that they were the thirteenth.
Fall is here which means it’s time for hot apple cider, holiday festivities and fun with layers! The Fashion Team over at Karen Michelle Beverly Hills sent us 7 chic ways to wear your scarf.