Time Stood Still

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

 

 

The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Handmade vintage tapestry 30s coat: by my granny, Kiki Couture

Red 70s maxi dress: from ebay

Black polo neck: high street

Vintage fur hat: from granny Kiki

Vintage costume jewellery brooch: a gift from Mr Eve

Vintage mink muff: from granny Kiki

Painted wooden bead necklace: a gift from a friend

Red faux leather gloves: a gift from a different friend

Wellies underneath: Hunter, via ebay

 

 

 

The Soundtrack

Colleen: The Golden Morning Breaks 

 

 

 

Photographs taken by Mr Eve and by me, using the self timer on my cheap digital camera.

 

 

 

I'm delighted to be a part of 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.