"... it was a very good year, for city girls, who lived up the stair(s)...."
I spent most of my summer listening to Sinatra's greatest hits. Nothing beats this lil ditty! Some time during the days of August I got the blog itch. That sounds like an STD, but really, I just decided I have things I'd like to say- I always have- and I'd like to say them out loud. Here. With my words, or with my pictures. Always with the chance others might like them- or not. Either is fine. Lived Up The Stairs is, first and foremost, for me. I will write it as such. If you like all of it, or some of it, or one part of it, then it is also for you.
ANYWAY: This song. So good! And the inspiration for this blog's title, Lived Up The Stairs (and since I have almost always lived up some stairs, so very fitting). I want to look back on this space when I am... well, older... and be able to say, damn straight- it WAS a very good year.
"But now the days grow short
ANYWAY: This song. So good! And the inspiration for this blog's title, Lived Up The Stairs (and since I have almost always lived up some stairs, so very fitting). I want to look back on this space when I am... well, older... and be able to say, damn straight- it WAS a very good year.
"But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life, as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And now I think of my life, as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year."
It was a very good year."
Life inspiration. If you don't know, now you know. <3
