Take Me To The Water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.”  

 

 

Extract from The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch, via 1 

 The Outfit:

 

Vintage Crinkle Skirt: passed down from granny Penny

 

Vintage Green Cashmere Cardigan: passed down from granny Penny

 

Blue Striped Jumper, just seen under cardigan: old from H&M

 

Red Tartan Leggings, just seen under skirt: from Ebay

 

Mohair Snood: old from Topshop

 

Black Boots: old from Aldo

 

 

 

The Soundtrack

 

Talking Heads: Once In A Lifetime

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

Taken at Trebarwith Strand, Cornwall, on an effing cold day in April.

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

Gypsy Spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh I am a cat that likes to
Gallop about doing good
So
One day when I was
Galloping about doing good, I saw
A figure in the path; I said
Get off! (Be-
cause
I am a cat that likes to
Gallop about doing good)
But he did not move, instead
He raised his hand as if
To land me a cuff
So I made to dodge so as to
Prevent him bringing it orf,
Un-for-tune-ately I slid
On a banana skin
Some Ass had left instead
Of putting in the bin. So
His hand caught me on the cheek
I tried
To lay his arm open from wrist to elbow
With my sharp teeth
Because I am
A cat that likes to gallop about doing good.
Would you believe it?
He wasn’t there
My teeth met nothing but air,
But a Voice said: Poor Cat,
(Meaning me) and a soft stroke
Came on me head
Since when
I have been bald.
I regard myself as
A martyr to doing good
Also I heard a swoosh
As of wings, and saw
A halo shining at the height of
Mrs Gubbins’s backyard fence,
So I thought: What’s the good
Of galloping about doing good
When angels stand in the path
And do not do as they should
Such as having an arm to be bitten off
All the same I
Intend to go on being
A cat that likes to
Gallop about doing good
So
Now with my bald head I go,
Chopping the untidy flowers down, to
and fro,
An’ scooping up the grass to show
Underneath
The cinder path of wrath
Ha ha ha ha, ho,
Angels aren’t the only ones who do
not know
What’s what and that
Galloping about doing good
Is a full time job
That needs
An experienced eye of earthly
Sharpness, worth I dare say
(if you’ll forgive a personal note)
A good deal more
Than all that skyey stuff
Of angels that make so bold as
To pity a cat like me that
Gallops about doing good.

 

 

The Galloping Cat by Stevie Smith, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Outfit:

 

Vintage 1970s Sweetheart Neckline Green Dress: from Ebay

 

Pink Shawl: a gift from a friend

 

Vintage Bracelets: passed down from granny Penny

 

Purple Embroidered Pumps: a gift from Barcelona from darling Mr Eve

 

Hoop Vintage Style Earrings: Accessorize

 

 

The Cat:

 

our girl Nico

 

The Soundtrack

 

Django Reinhardt: Anthology

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

Wild Flower Blue Orient

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into my mirror has walked
A woman who will not talk
Of love or of its subsidiaries,
But who stands there,
Pleased by her own silence.
The weather has worn into her
All seasons known to me,
In one breast she holds
Evidence of forests,
In the other, of seas.

I will ask her nothing yet
Would ask so much
If she gave some sign-

Her shape is common enough,
Enough shape to love.
But what keeps me here
Is what glows beyond her.

I think at times
A boy's body
Would be as easy
To read light into,
I think at times

My own might do.

 

 

Brian Patten, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Outfit:

 

 

Vintage Blue Chinese Tunic: bought from a Chinese store on the left bank of Paris in the late 1990s when I lived there

 

Vintage Turquoise Indian Quilted Skirt: passed down from granny Penny

 

Miniature Vintage Japanese Fan, worn in hair: passed down from granny Penny

 

Pink Brazilian Wedge Sandals: a gift from a friend

 

Vintage Chinese Parasol: passed down from granny Kiki

 

White flower clip, just seen: Accessorize

 

The Soundtrack

 

Patti Smith Group: Wave

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

I've also just linked this post to Shoe Shine, a great new event hosted by the uber-cool Bella of http://www.thecitizenrosebud.com/, click on the website to see her cute shoes and those of many others.

Edwardian Lace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”  

 

 

Extract from A Room With A View by E. M. Forster, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Outfit:

 

 

Vintage Edwardian (or is it even Victorian?) lace blouse: my great grandmother's, passed down to me by Kiki

 

Vintage 30s/40s blue silk skirt: made by granny Kiki for Kiki Couture

 

White cotton parasol: from Ebay

 

White/blue gauzy scarf wrapped over parasol: a gift from my aunt in Hong Kong

 

Vintage pearl necklace: passed down from granny Penny

 

Silver vintage look earrings: Accessorize

 

Nude pumps: old, from New Look

 

The Soundtrack:

 

 

Laura Marling: I Speak Because I Can

 

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

 

 

Happy Beltane!

 

 

Due to the combination of a heavy work load and the glorious spring sunshine, which calls me away from my computer and out into the garden whenever it can, I'm way behind on responding to blog comments. I have time to either keep up to date with your new gorgeous blog posts, or to respond to the comments on mine, but not both, so I will keep commenting on blogs, but sadly commenting on your kind responses to my own posts will have to wait for a while.

I love to receive your comments though, dear peeps, so please do keep them coming! 

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

Stretching Up Towards The Sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.       

 

 

William Wordsworth, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

 

 

Vintage 1970s maxi dress with shawl sleeves: bought from Ebay

 

White flower hairclip: in the sale from Accessorize

 

Red chinese cuff bracelet: a gift from my aunt in Hong Kong

 

Red & black chinese earrings: a gift from my aunt in Hong Kong

 

Daffodils: all planted by my man and myself when we first moved here to the deep country!

 

The Soundtrack

 

 

Leonard Cohen: Suzanne

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera.

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.