Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Into The Blue

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

Yet I recall not long ago
A bright and sunny day,
'Twas when I led a toilsome life
So many leagues away;

That day along a sunny road
All carelessly I strayed,
Between two banks where smiling flowers
Their varied hues displayed.

Before me rose a lofty hill,
Behind me lay the sea,
My heart was not so heavy then
As it was wont to be.

Less harassed than at other times
I saw the scene was fair,
And spoke and laughed to those around,
As if I knew no care.

But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell.

Whence came that rising in my throat,
That dimness in my eye?
Why did those burning drops distil —
Those bitter feelings rise?

O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood's hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.

I had not then mid heartless crowds
To spend a thankless life
In seeking after others' weal
With anxious toil and strife.

'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times
That never may return!'
The lovely floweret seemed to say,
And thus it made me mourn.

The Bluebell by Anne Bronte, read it here

The Outfit

Off the shoulder peasant blouse - Oxfam
Blue dress - Asos

The Music

Sibelius - Violin Concerto in D Minor

All photos taken by me on my little camera

Saturday, 4 March 2017


I forced myself to kneel, when I did not wish to kneel.
He had me pray when I did not know the words.
I was crying for a god unknown whom I had slept with in the cradle,
And when I stood to leave red butterflies flew from my skirts, spraying me with earth.

The Outfit
Victorian Silk Satin Ballgown passed down from Granny Kiki
Red Faux Fur Hooded Coat just seen from Hell Bunny

The Music
Arvo Part - My Heart Is In The Highlands

Poem written by me

All photos taken by me, very quickly during naptime on New Year's Day, on my dodgy little camera

Tuesday, 24 May 2016


No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of the snow.

Between plaster and jasmines, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
the ivory letters that say "siempre",

"siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,
your body elusive always,
that blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already lightless for my death.

Gacela of Unseen Love by Federico Garcia Lorca
via here

                                                                         The Outfit
Dress - from a charity shop, originally Oasis
Flower Hair Clip - Accessorize
Vintage Chinese Paper Parasol - from Great Granny Kiki

The Soundtrack
Florence And The Machine - Delilah

I thought it was time to show my face after 2 years of twin parenting. The dark shadows and lines have inevitably worsened, but the desire to dress up like a hippy preraphaelite continues unabated!
ps. I'm finding the formatting of these posts seems to have changed weirdly, so bear with me if there are some big gaps like the one below!

Tuesday, 29 March 2016


“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”  
Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli's Mandolin

The Outfit
Dress: Charity shop
Skirt: from Granny Penny
Sandals: from Asos
Hat: Charity shop

The Soundtrack
Goldfrapp: Tales Of Us

I've not made a blog post for so long I'd almost forgotten how to do it! My babies are now walking talking toddlers, and most solitary free time is spent doing the laundry.
I did have a 20 minute break from childcare yesterday and the sun was shining so I took these photos as quickly as I could before I went back in to give the girls their bath.

To respect their privacy, I won't be showing my children's faces on this blog, but it feels ok to show you how big they've grown in these photos from our recent Easter egg hunt:

Sunday, 30 November 2014


Colour which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.”  
Painter Paul Gauguin, via 1

 The Outfit
Maxi Dress: Charity Shop
Floral Head band: made from a floral band from a sunhat, charity shop
Sandals: Toast

The Soundtrack
Kate Bush: Hello Earth

Well here I am updating my blog rather later than planned, all those of you who are parents will have known my plan to blog once a month was laughable! The babies are 6 months old now and I am finally getting the occasional moment of spare time. This photoshoot, totally the wrong season, was taken in August 3 months after the babies were born, when they still took long enough naps for me to take photographs. I shall endeavour to create more posts in the months to come but it'll be a while before I can do so as regularly as I used to. Unfortunately I never get time to comment on your blogs anymore, I rarely have a chance to read them but I so love it when I do.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Two For Joy

From this belly....

came these baby girls, a little premature but so healthy and strong...

Introducing Snow White and Rose Red
(not their real names)

I am so happy. So exhausted, so happy!

I won't be showing any more photos of them on this blog until they're old enough to give their consent, but wanted to give you a glimpse.
Do hope you're all well, I'll be back online blogging and visiting you about once a month if I can.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Under The Bower

Out of this wood do not desire to go:

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

I am a spirit of no common rate;

The summer still doth tend upon my state;

And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;

I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,

And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,

And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so

That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!

Extract of Titania's speech to Bottom, A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare via  1

The Outfit
Blue Maternity Dress: Asos sale 
Blue Necklace used as Headband: charity shop
Gold Flipflops: free with a magazine years ago
Bracelet: Granny Penny's

Photographs taken last month at 30 weeks pregnant with twins

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