The Colour Of My Dreams



 

 

 

 

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life...

The soil in which the meditative mind can begin is the soil of everyday life, the strife, the pain, and the fleeting joy. It must begin there, and bring order, and from there move endlessly. But if you are concerned only with making order, then that very order will bring about its own limitation, and the mind will be its prisoner. In all this movement you must somehow begin from the other end, from the other shore, and not always be concerned with this shore or how to cross the river. You must take a plunge into the water, not knowing how to swim. And the beauty of meditation is that you never know where you are, where you are going, what the end is.”  

 

Jiddu Krishnamurti, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Outfit

Vintage 1970s Pink Wide Leg Silk & Cotton Catsuit: made by Granny Kiki for my Mother

Amber Jewellery: gift from a friend

Vintage Silver Armlet: bought as a teenager

Hunter Wellies, just seen: from Ebay

 

 

 The Soundtrack

Lovin' Spoonful: Daydream

 

 

 Another season, but our dreams can be in any season and every colour!

Photos taken by me using the self timer on my little camera in the bluebell wood last Spring.

Strange lighting effects created by my camera for no apparent reason.

 

 

 I am delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

 

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.

English Rain

 

 

 

 

The Rain

 

 

All night the sound had

come back again,

and again falls

this quiet, persistent rain.

 

What am I to myself

that must be remembered,

insisted upon

so often? Is it

 

that never the ease,

even the hardness,

of rain falling

will have for me

 

something other than this,

something not so insistent—

am I to be locked in this

final uneasiness.

 

Love, if you love me,

lie next to me.

Be for me, like rain,

the getting out

 

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet

with a decent happiness

 

 

by Robert Creeley, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Red Coat: used to belong to late granny Penny

Vintage Crinkle Skirt: from late granny Penny

Green Snood: from the high street years ago

Red Faux Leather Gloves: gift from a friend

Vintage Red Poppy Umbrella: used to belong to late granny Kiki

Hunter Wellies: from Ebay

 

 

 

The Soundtrack:

 

Nick Cave: Push The Sky Away

 

 

All photographs taken by me, self portraits using the self timer on my little digital camera.  Sorry about the even fuzzier than usual images - the camera seems sad about the lack of light, it can only focus clearly in the sunshine!

 

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.

The Path Home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They say it is waiting for more, the snow

Shrunk up to the shadow-line of walls

In an arctic smouldering, an unclean salt,

And will not go until the frost returns

Sharpening the stars, and the fresh snow falls

Piling its drifts in scallops, furls. I say

Snow has left its own white geometry

To measure out for the eye the way

The land may lie where a too cursory reading

Discovers only dip and incline leading

To incline, dip, and misses the fortuitous

Full variety a hillside spreads for us:

It is written here in sign and exclamation,

Touched-in contour and chalk-followed fold,

Lines and circles finding their completion

In figures less certain, figures that yet take hold

On features that would stay hidden but for them:

Walking, we waken these at every turn,

Waken ourselves, so that our walking seems

To rouse some massive sleeper out of winter dreams

Whose stretching startles the whole land into life,

As if it were us the cold, keen signs were seeking

To pleasure and remeasure, repossess

With a sense in the gathered coldness of heat and height.

Well, if it's for more the snow is waiting

To claim back into disguisal overnight,

As though it were promising a protection

From all it has transfigured, scored and bared,

Now we shall know the force of what resurrection

Outwaits the simplification of the snow.

 

 

Snow Signs by Charles Tomlinson, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

 

 

Faux Sheepskin coat: very old, from Morgan de Toi

 

 

Silver velvet dress, seen as a skirt: bought from Monsoon when I was about 16

 

 

Black faux fur cardigan coat: very old from the high street

 

 

Faux wolf fur shawl: from an ex boyfriend

 

 

Red faux leather gloves: a gift from a friend

 

 

Wellies underneath: Hunter, via ebay

 

The Soundtrack

Nick Cave: Your Funeral My Trial 

All photographs taken by me, self portraits using the self timer on my cheap digital camera.

Unfortunately I've been unwell this last week, so I'm very behind on reading all your latest posts. I promise to drop by again very soon!

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.

Snow Parasol

 

 

“ In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them.
In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is!
In autumn, the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the insects.
In winter the early mornings. It is beautiful indeed when snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.” 

by Sei Shōnagon, from The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Black daisy wrap dress: Celia Birtwell for Topshop, via ebay

 

Vintage 70s blue dress: from ebay

 

Blue floral skirt worn as petticoat: New Look, very old

 

Vintage 30s fur cape: made by late granny Kiki for Kiki Couture

 

 

Pale blue jewelled gloves: a christmas gift I gave to late granny Penny years ago

 

 

Vintage Chinese paper and wood parasol: from late granny Kiki

 

 

Pink hoop earrings: gift from a friend

 

 

Black wellies: Hunter, via ebay 

The Soundtrack

 

Of Monsters & Men: My Head Is An Animal 

 

 

Photographs taken by me, self portraits 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.