Who doesn't love poppies? I have this dream of a perfect poppy dress; white, with delicate stems growing up from the hem, a little like they're painted with watercolors. It would have puffy sleeves and a row of buttons in the front, and be light and soft as cloud...
Listening to: John McGregor
Oh I forgot: I got tagged to play the 6 quirks game by the lovely spandexpony.
The rules of the game are to link person who tagged you, to tag 6 other bloggers and let them know where the rules are found, and then to post 6 of your quirks.
Quirk 1: This is hard. I view my oddities as being so natural, they don't seem weird to me...
I write fan letters. No, seriously I do. I'm an extremely critical person, and don't like to give idle praise, that means nothing. So in the rare occasion I actually adore something, I like to express my admiration for the creator of said thing. If I generally liked popular books and bands, this would be a fairly inane habit, but I doubt Laura Barton receives bucket-loads of fanmail (though she would deserve it). I mostly write fan letters to authors and many are kind in enough to reply. Writing is a lonely occupation, and one often has little knowledge of the impact of one's work on others.
Quirk 2: This is more preference, but people seem to find it weird. I HATE YELLOW. Like I can't stand wearing it, having it in my room, or on any of my stuff. I refuse to buy books with yellow on the jacket.
Oddly I don't mind it on other people at all. I think this is residual effect of my high school color neurosis when for 3 years I would only wear white and blue.
Quirk 3: I'm rather vain, but don't take care of my hair AT ALL. I've never used conditioner, I don't even own a hairbrush and I often wash it with bar soap, because there are more important things in life to spend money on than shampoo. I cut out tangles. Don't tell mom.
Quirk 4: I used to eat lunch at the British Museum next to the cabinet containing the mummy of an Egyptian princess. Morbid much. That kinda seems weird now that I think about it.
Quirk 5: When I was little I used see God a lot. And we're an atheist family.
Quirk 6: Mountains and things make me cry. Not like a little misty-eyed, but like all out sobbing, cry. And so do many other things. Like random things: movies where someone does something that's damn near impossible for them, books where children miss their parents, little birds on the yard. Not just sad stuff, but really beautiful scenery, or events, too.