Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Happy first of Spring my little ones. Enjoy this lovely season. It makes me want to be in love in a movie. With a boy who reads poetry aloud and drops fresh wild flowers on my doorstep, whilst riding past on his skateboard wearing boat-shoes, a bow-tie and a cardigan. I love Spring.
Photographs by Anooke.

Her light.

Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun that she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.


I said the rose, "The brief night goes
In a babble and revel of wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine," so I swear to the rose.
"For ever and ever, mine."

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clashed in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That wherever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In the violets as blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.


There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
-From 'Maud', Lord Alfred Tennyson.
Photograph by Anooke.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

la la la.

Yesterday I finished my major work that has been weighing heavily on my shoulders. I feel so relieved and it actually turned out far better than I expected. Now I have no more assessments until my final exams. I have decided that I am going to put the same amount of time as I spent working on my major work into my regular studies. It is going to be hard, however ten weeks of determination is all it will take. Forward.
Image via portable airport.

Like sands in an hourglass.

I find it absolutely amazing how complex each and every individual is. When you talk to someone you have no idea what they are thinking, most of the time, and if you don't know the person that well you can't be sure how much they know about you. For months I have watched a particular woman, whom I knew nothing about. Then one day my mother and I were in the post-office and were cued behind her. My mother started a conversation about how busy the line was and so we ended up conversing for about five minutes while we waited in line. The funny thing was that we knew so much about her, yet so little, and she had no idea that we had created a whole personality for her. She was very nice and knowledgable. After this incident I realised that you can never be sure what people are thinking, what their history is or where they are going. You can only know what is going on in your mind. Its frightening at times but comforting all the same.
Image via portable airport.

Friday, August 27, 2010


You are the finest boy I ever did see. I think that we should start a dance group and get married, you could play piano while I play kazoo.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


On Monday I stopped being a child and became an adult, legally. The celebrations started on Saturday when my precious sisters, brother-in-law and nephew came. Zee had organised a "wig" party, meaning that everyone was required to wear a wig. It was brilliant, with the eventual trading of each-others wigs. One of the best parts was the cake. Mammy and Zee made a masterpiece consisting of profiteroles on top of a mud cake. Be provided the sweets, Lella provided her pretty face, Father provided the tunes and my nephew Hamish provided his amazing self.
The celebrations rolled on to Sunday when I received my first piece of real jewellery. An antique men's signet ring. It makes me feel like a real adult. Now when I drink tea my finger chimes on the china cups and it shines in the sunlight. Hamish kissed me, he is the coolest, I can't believe I share similar genes with one of the most beautiful boys in the world.
I serenaded my mother in the kitchen and made her slow dance with me on Monday.
Overall I had one of the best birthdays I have ever experienced. And in the wise words of Douglas, I can now experience all the immoral things that the world offers.
Image via Weheartit.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Rupert Grint.

Happy birthday. You are still as fine as ever.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Mr. Bieber.

I recently have a new found respect for Justin Bieber. He can ollie. I can't. So therefore he deserves a little respect.

Listen Jack.

The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen Jack"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down Pappa, don't you blow your top
The buzzard told the monkey "You are chokin' me"
Release your hold and I will set you free
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye
And said, "Your story is touching, but it sounds like a lie"
-Straighten Up And Fly Right, Nat King Cole.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Oh love.

If you're ever worried
If you're all alone
Just remember darling that I'm as near as your telephone
And if you need me, honey all you got to do is to call me
Believe me, it's all right
It's all right It's all right It's all right
Honey, it's all right
Long as I know, long as I know that you love me
Baby, it's all right
-Sam Cooke, It's alright.

Oh Sam Cooke, I'm so in love.
image via weheartit.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Dior couture collection photographed by Quentin Shih. Love it.


Oh ballet is so beautiful. I have never been to the live ballet. The night that my mammy and sisters went many years ago, I was about six. I spent the night with my father, riding ferrys and eating ice-cream. I don't remember much about it but apparently I claimed that it was the best night of my life.
Photograph of Margot Fonteyn by Norman Parkinson for Vogue 1959.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Victoria Justice.

... How sweet.


"A boy with no hair took my heart. I was warned, but I was enchanted none-the-less. He taught me cool tricks and expanded my vocabulary. He said nice things and called me 'Mein Schatz'. I wrote him letters but he never used the postal service. Every time I saw him my stomach convulsed, I guess thats called butterflies. His embrace was like nothing else, like the rest of the world had never existed and that was all. I didn't like it when he corrected me or said that I shouldn't speak in different languages because I wasn't very good. Then came the day that he told me that he didn't even know what I ate for breakfast, or if I even ate breakfast. I told him that I eat muesli with yoghurt. He said that it was just an example, that his phrase wasn't literal.
Now, he is a world away, speaking foreign languages to other girls."
Photograph by Chiara Romagnoli for Test Mag.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Quiche for all.

Every man thinks of changing the world, but no man thinks of changing himself.- Tolstoy.

After close to eighteen years I finally like Quiche. I like this quote a lot and I thought in quite a shallow sense that it fitted perfectly with my new love of quiche. I need to find a dish that I can make that doesn't include pastry or my metabolism is going to catch up severely.
Image via tumbleanne.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Hide + seek.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. - Lord Alfred Tennyson.
Image via tumbleanne.


Today I spent some time in the backyard. It is not an easy thing to do in this climate, however today the sun decided to shine and melt the frost. As I sat on the grass I looked up and noticed that I could see the beginnings, as in almost invisible beginnings, of Spring blossoms on the plum tree. Seeing the delightful little buds made me realise that warm seasons are not as far off as I feared. I also rode Lella's old bike, which was a little scary at first but not at all once I conquered the feat.
Image via Tumbleanne

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


If you're are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. -Oscar Wilde.

I want to go skating. I want to feel the wind rushing though my hair and cooling my blushing face. Though it isn't the same whenever I hear the Shakespearian phrase "run on your knife", I think of this feeling. I want to look back and see you analysing me. I want Summer and Spring.
Image via Weheartit.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Two souls.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. -Emily Brontë
Photograph by Hello Gaby on Flickr.

Monday, August 2, 2010

The fact of the matter is. Part ten.

The average adult human has two hundred and six bones.
Tim Walker photograph.

knits and weaves.

Fear not for the future; weep not for the past. -Percy Shelley.
Image via Korean Lovers Photo-blog.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Sugar town.

I got some troubles but they wont last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, sugar town.
-Nancy Sinatra, Sugar Town.
Image via Marshmallow Phantom.


I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.- Javan
Image via The Never Ending Story, Saga Sig