Mondays, Museums, and Fashion

It's raining. Rain makes sitting in cafes so much cozier. which is a hard thing to do since cafes are pretty cozy to begin with.

My mom sent me this poem this morning. I thought I would share it with you.

On Mondays by Marilyn Donnelly On Mondays when the museums are closed and a handful of guards look the other way or read their newspapers all of the figures step out of golden frames to stroll the quiet halls or visit among old friends. Picasso's twisted ladies rearrange themselves to trade secrets with the languid odalisques of Matisse while sturdy Rembrandt men shake the dust from their velvet tams and talk shop. Voluptuous Renoir women take their rosy children by the hand to the water fountains where they gossip while eating Cezanne's luscious red apples. Even Van Gogh in his tattered yellow straw hat seems almost happy on Mondays when the museums are closed.

It ^^ makes me think of Philly and the art museums and of new york. Which makes me excited. Cuz I'm moving there in t-minus 103ish days. I'm excited. can you tell?

I've been thinking a lot about what my options might be for jobs after college, ie. what I like, what I don't like, where do I see my self thriving, what are my strengths,
For some reason I keep coming back to the fashion world. Sure, I don't design, I'm not artistic like that, but I love writing, I love fashion, I love photography. All these things add to up some kind of magazine job. So is that where I'll be in four years? Who knows... (besides God..) So I'll just spend the next couple months..years.. researching. Besides, the fashion world needs more lights in it anyway.

oh I got to talk to two of my besties today, one stopped by and the other we chatted on the phone. What a nice break from that madness that is my school.

speaking of madness... time to return to it.
Happy monday.