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