theseventhsphinx - The Seventh Sphinx

What, really, is there to say?

It is a gold lamé python print bikini.

I concede that there is a garish element to this suit, objectively I understand this… but my reaction is pure approval. This is a bikini of extremes, to be worn in extreme heat and sun, with extreme accessories. A bikini for some stylized goddess of pythons. A bikini that can really stand up to summer. It is rather summer that might fail to be summery enough for this bikini. [I live in entirely the wrong latitude for this bikini.]

We have seen python before, and we are going to see it again.

Gold and white are some of my favorite colors, too. I turn toward them, move toward them, like a raccoon toward anything shiny, without fail.

The suit with the green leaves is I think my casual favorite…but this might be my outright favorite. Or I think favorite is not the right word, a favorite existing in this case within a certain context and mood. This is the most me. The result if I were to be traduced into a bikini. My spirit bikini.

(Yes, it was from Victoria’s Secret.)

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is so good every time. One of those books I seem to be always reading, always re-reading. Published in 1865, which I find incredible.

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”

“You used to be much more…”muchier.” You’ve lost your muchness.”

“Curiouser and curiouser!”

“Be what you would seem to be- or, if you’d like it put more simply- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.”

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

“It’ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying, ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look up and say, ‘Who am I, then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up — if not, I’ll stay down here till I’m somebody else’ — but, oh, dear!”

Ah. I want a crown. And an apron, too.

Author: theseventhsphinx

bikini of the day: gold lamé python print

weekend distraction: re-reading Alice