i heart holidays | eyelashes & old fashioneds

I’m on the road to recovery with my flu! I felt well enough to be out & about with the hordes of people in the throws of their last minute Christmas panic, but I still haven’t been hit with the Christmas Spirit!
Jay & I had breakfast at Cornerstone this morning where Harley was doted on by passerbys. I then had a date with the Napoleon makeup counter where they did my makeup & put false eyelashes on; how I do love lashes!
We later met Brendon and Syaz for dinner down at The Treehouse which is this gorgeous little nook for dinner & drinks.

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The City immediately preceding the thunderstorm.

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Christmas blooms, new shoes & my new Alexander Wang Rockie bag.

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Party lashes by Napoleon

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The Treehouse

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Dinner with Syaz & Brendon

Great day, I must say!!!!

//solar flare//

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// isn’t she a ball of purely beautiful terrifying energy //

captured by NASA’s Solar Dynamics Obsevatory, this solar flare on 19th Dec 2014, rated as a X1.8-class flare; where the solar radiation cannot penetrate our atmosphere enough to effect humans, but does disturb the atmospheric layer where GPS and communication signals travel.

it was just too beautiful & interesting an image not to share!

“i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon”
-ee cummings