a tisket, a tasket. i lost my yellow basket.

[frnchvanila]

this has been a day of yearning.

i found myself, this afternoon, in capezio with emma, gazing longingly at the most lovely of dancing shoes.
particularly a pair of black and white high heeled tap shoes and just made me want to take up tap again.
but of course it didn't stop there.
there were other shoes that made me want to salsa or rumba.
shoes that made me want to take up modern or hip hop.

i found myself, this evening, in a cafe with david karasick listening to a lovely jazz duo.
and i listened to her sing longingly, wishing more than anything that i had a place to be singing like that.
or just to even practice.
to sing again.
more than just to sing along with pre-fabricated music.
but to create something that is my own with my own voice.

so now i'm here,
sitting in my room,
in boxer shorts and this beautiful black lacy bra i bought this afternoon that i can't bring myself to take off.
because it makes me feel so attractive.
listening to ella fitzgerald,
dreaming about the wonderful things i worry i'm forgoing by focusing so intently on fashion design.