Carly's Cotton Candy World

everybodycares:

Is this a word?  Because, if it’s not, I submit that it should be.  It would be used to describe that particular sense of longing one feels in the morning following a dream that has taken you some place, with someone, that you’d like to stay for a while longer; it’s that feeling in your chest when you realize it was all just a dream and you never really shared that experience with another person, and that you can’t even talk about it with them, because that would not only ruin the experience you had in the dream (attemping to translate the feeling of a dream into words is always, at best, a huge disappointment), but would also be very strange for them to hear; it’s that slow dulling of emotions throughout the day when you learn - because you have to - to re-accept your life as it is.

Dreamache.

This morning, I have dreamache.

Now there scientific evidence that explains why I’m up so late and sleep in until noon.

acewepeel:

expectoomuch:

1 // You may need more sleep than you think.
Research by Henry Ford Hospital Sleep Disorders Center found that people who slept eight hours and then claimed they were “well rested” actually performed better and were more alert if they slept another two hours. That figures. Until the invention of the lightbulb (damn you, Edison!), the average person slumbered 10 hours a night.

2 // Night owls are more creative.
Artists, writers, and coders typically fire on all cylinders by crashing near dawn and awakening at the crack of noon. In one study, “evening people” almost universally slam-dunked a standardized creativity test. Their early-bird brethren struggled for passing scores.

3 // Rising early is stressful.
The stress hormone cortisol peaks in your blood around 7 am. So if you get up then, you may experience tension. Grab some extra Zs! You’ll wake up feeling less like Bert, more like Ernie.

Wired Magazine

Now there scientific evidence that explains why I’m up so late and sleep in until noon.

My name is Carly.

I make stuff. I read. I sew.

I have a Facebook account that has a few friends in bands, a few friends from the Make community, and a friend from high school I no longer talk to.

I love robots and ray guns, polka dots and stripes, lingerie and high heels, thigh high stockings with garter belts, summer nights with full moons, photography and architecture, comic books and illustration, fashion and style.

I guess we will see what becomes of this blog.