three magics

.....

tchaikovsky in love.

picasso learning ballet.

 a most extraordinary circus.

.....

three silver threads cast wide to this clouded world.

i hope you find magic there, too.

xo. r

on scars

people will say these things to you, you know. and they won't know that you'll remember. they won't know how these words, they'll scar. and the most insignificant sentence will haunt you and dictate you and become you at your weakest moments.

or the way an object will hold an entire ugly memory in just a fleeting glance.

i keep a list of my scars. as if by writing them down, i could change their power over me. (a set of sheets, two parallel grooves, sweet dreams, a crack in the wood, a chest.) these things, they don't let you forget.

i wonder what scars i have left for others to list.

r

to remember

this is the thing i want you to remember. the thing we all need to remember. you need to let it out. when these feelings get bigger than the inside of you, they need to come out. you can't keep them in, not really. they will well up inside you and push their way out. they will do this in a million little ways. ways you can't predict, or understand. and that will be worse.

if you need to lie on your back on the floor in the middle of the room and cry until the tears puddle in your ears, do it. eventually the fact of having wet ears will make you giggle and the dog will wander over to see what you're doing and it will all be over. it will all be out.

this is the thing i want you to remember. let it out, love.

grey gray grey

it's raining. and snowing. and raining again.

i like grey days, i really do. but this one is seeping in making the shadows in the corners darker than ever and spring feels like a cruel joke.

so here are some grey words. they may not make me feel better. but i like that they are true and someone took the time to say them. 

also, there's this.

marcin ryczek

i find it almost obscenely hopeful. stark and wild and winter and joy.

grey is the soft place between black and white. where you can see before and after, inside and beyond.

it's an important place for many of us, mother nature included.

grey words, as best can be tracked down:

1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |  6 

xo. r

thank / full

there is much to be thankful for this year.

a day of excess...

excess food, family, and cleanup in the kitchen.

i enjoy every minute of it.

here's to a wonderful thanksgiving for all of us.

raise a toast to the ones you love,

and find what makes you thankful deep within.

it had better not be the turkey.

xo. r

yay

i demand to feel this way more often.
yay! (that one was for practice. the next will be for real.)

xo. r

wrinkle

i really like this.
i really like this in the way i really don't like ironing.
it reminds me of a very good word: scrumple.
which is at least 50% more effective than plain old crumple.

i wish i knew who did this. if you do, please share.

i do apologize for being a bit scattered this monday.
i'm normally very good at mondays but the weekends have been chaos
and it's leaving my mondays a tad unfocused.

xo. r

dulled

- new nature systems 8 by russell leng -

i find myself feeling dulled these days.

blunted. fractured. grey.

it's been too hot to work in my studio and i find myself pacing around the house unable to think.

i feel empty. hollow. and yet, i feel a bit like i'm full to the point of bursting.

perhaps a change in the weather will help.

perhaps a new nature system.

sometimes the internet feels like high school.

everything you put out there will be measured up, scrutinized, found wanting.

i find it stifling. 

but it's the not internet, not really.

it's something internal. some part of adolescence i've never really been able to shake. 

you spend too much time rattling around in your own head

you're bound to knock something loose.

something that's been holding on for a very long time.

every story should have a beginning, middle and end.

this one is mostly middle.

middling.

xo. r

letters & words

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave "V" words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land's-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around. 

I have just returned and I still like words. 

May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh






how a copywriter gets a job.
possibly also, how i fall madly in love.

just look at all those delicious words.
say them out loud. roll them around your mouth.
taste them. savor them. tuck them carefully under your pillow.
be good to them. do.

robert pirosh's letter via letters of note.
an incredible repository for correspondence.
explore it. it will delight you.
read this one.
and this one too.


xo. r

oh, albatross

here we go.
deep breath.
after sitting on this nagging thought for a few months now
i've decided that it's time to let everyeskimo go.
the name anyway.

it was an accidental moniker.
a funny little name that was thrown against the wall and stuck.
so i was more than a bit horrified to find that in some places,
"eskimo" is considered an insulting term. pejorative at best.
and while that was certainly never my intention, it bothers me greatly
to think i could inadvertently be disparaging anyone.
ignorance is hardly bliss in this case.

so i'm saying goodbye to everyeskimo
and hello to something new...


oh, albatross


a few notes about the word albatross...
i adore the lesser known definition, "a seemingly inescapable moral or emotional burden"
it's a perfect fit for this humbling situation i've found myself in.
a way of remembering where this came from, and whistling in the dark.

and something i find truly lovely, buried in nautical myth and folklore,
is that albatrosses were thought to be the souls of lost sailors.
a beautiful match for these vintage ghosts that always surround me.

i'll be switching everything over this week... shop, blog, tumblr, twitter & email.
just getting some last minute ducks in a row. and if i remember how to do everything properly,
you should find yourselves redirected automatically.
( i can't promise a seamless transition, but it will all work out in the end. don't things always? )

have any questions? feel free to leave a comment, or email me at ohalbatross@gmail.com

xo. regina from oh, albatross
(formerly known as everyeskimo)

don't worry, i promise i won't ever change my name to a symbol

sick

officially petitioning to change the name

of the common cold to the endless hell.

i've taken to alternating between bed & couch

and breathing exclusively through my mouth.

it's not pretty.

patrick has been wonderful.

cooking, bringing juice, taking care of the dogs.

i'm a lucky, lucky (mouthbreathing) girl.

hope to be back on my feet again soon!

xo. r

( love lost )

real life never really compared to ballet.

love, lost.

xo. r

( anew )

and we begin the year anew.

i hope you had much to be thankful for in 2011

and even more to look forward to in 2012.

it's going to be a great year.

xo. r

( afterwards )

thankful for a long weekend.

time spent with family.

time spent with my beloved.

thankful to be able to give myself a break.

instead of trying to compete with black friday & cyber monday

and all the craziness that can bring on...

instead i gave myself permission to take the long weekend slowly.

i started a project that's been too long put off.

sewed at a leisurely pace.

enjoyed breakfast out. an afternoon drink. a nap.

and switch off the tv in favor of a book and a warm blanket.

now i'm recharged and ready to go.

there are new vintage finds being put onto the shop shelves.

along with three winter pocket bears

and one burberry fox.

and soon, something new to share!

hope you all had a wonderful holiday yourselves.

(and thanks to one lovely reader, i think we'll have a double friday fuzzy this week!)

xo. r

( afterglow )

the weekend afterglow

xo. r

( hush )

here

quiet this week

just for a break

i'll be back soon

xo. r

( art and love )

to me, love has always been a pas de deux.

a beautiful idea. chloé suits better than a tutu.

i do recommend watching this in fullscreen. it's breathtaking.

{ via frolic. via nowness. via janie taylor's feet. }

xo. r

( insides )

i didn't find my favorite pair of slippers

until i cut away their outsides.

the canvas underneath, striped and stained from the glue

was far more perfect than the preppy stripe sweater-knit 

previously covering it.

it's what's inside that counts, you know?

xo. r

( maybe )

the internet is a place to explore.

it's full of surprising little spaces.

things to accidentally find.

and sometimes they can be just as sweet & unexpected

as a tiny bird's nest with eggs waiting to hatch.

maybe.com

maybe when the moth comes back it won't be so angry.

go! find!

xo. r