Thursday, 27 June 2013

Beach Hut Life


She goes, she is, she wakes the waters
primed in their wave-form, a flux of urge
struck into oneness, the solid surge
seeking completion, and strikes and shatters
and is its fragments, distinction’s daughters
and now, unholding, the cleave and merge
the hew and fusing, plundering the verge
and substance is the scheme it scatters
and what it numbers in substantial sun.
Her hands hold many or her hands hold none.
And diving the salt will kiss a convex eye
and be salt fact and be the bodied sky
and that gray weight is both or beggared one,
a dead dimensional, or blue begun.
(She goes, she is, she wakes the waters) by Karen Volkman via 1

The Outfit:
Pale Yellow Breton Top: bought in a charity shop, originally from Boden
Red Gingham Capri Pants: bought in a different charity shop, originally from H&M
Straw Hat: bought in yet another charity shop, originally from Accessorize
Vintage Rose Print Scarf Tied Around Hat: from Kiki
Sunglasses: from the High Street can't remember where
Nude Pumps: very old from New Look
The Soundtrack
Beth Orton: She Cries Your Name 
Portraits of me taken by my Mum on my little digital camera while we had lunch together at our beach hut, other photos taken by me. 
As Mr Eve and I live near to my folks, every summer we all share the cost to rent this little hut at a nearby beach.
I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
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Thursday, 20 June 2013

For Kiki The Bluebell Fairy

My hundred thousand bells of blue,
The splendour of the spring,
They carpet all the woods anew
With royalty of sapphire hue;
The Primrose is the Queen ’tis true
But surely I am King.
Ah yes,
The peerless woodland King.
The Song Of The Bluebell Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker, via 1
 (Barker's illustration is that of Granny Kiki as a young girl) 




The Outfit:
Kiki's Vintage 1930s Pale Gold Tapestry Silk Satin Wedding Dress: made by late granny Kiki for her own wedding day!
Inspired by her love of Medieval gowns.
The Soundtrack
Beethoven: Pastoral Symphony
Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera, often by propping the camera between tree branches as I don't have a tripod. 
Strange over exposed light effects created by my camera, for no apparent reason. I like them!
I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
Also linking up with Jane 's great new Shiny T Tuesday link up, where the theme is When Patterns Speak, click on the link to see her outfit and others.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Blossom To Blossom


From blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the boy

at the bend in the road where we turned toward   

signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,

from sweet fellowship in the bins,

comes nectar at the roadside, succulent

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,

comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,

to carry within us an orchard, to eat

not only the skin, but the shade,

not only the sugar, but the days, to hold

the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   

the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere

in the background; from joy

to joy to joy, from wing to wing,

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee, via 1


The Outfit:
1910s/30s Style Floral Ruffle Dress: bought from Ebay a few years ago
Green Silk Sash: vintage fabric from Kiki's days as a couturier
Green Patent Ballerina Pumps: a gift from my mother from the Boden sale
White Cotton Parasol: from Ebay
Vintage Style Silver Teardrop Earrings: from Accessorize
Vintage Style Green Pendant Necklace: gift from my mother
The Soundtrack
Edward Elgar: Enigma Variations
With many thanks to the inspiring Sara of Ladylike Delicacy for introducing me to the joys of an old photo generator in her delightful post 100 hundred years ago..
Photographs taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera. 
The eye infection continues, but is no longer painful, and the gp says it will take as long as it takes, so I am treating it with a good dose of ignoral.
I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
I'm also delighted to join Shoe Shine, a great new event hosted by the uber-cool Bella of, click on the website to see her cute shoes and those of many others.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Portraits & Mirrors

Must I, in this question I am asking, include myself
Asking it? Must I include my face—
My face that I cannot see—through which I speak
This question about my eyes, about the field
Of vision, in which my hands press down these letters
Unattached to my arms? The sunlight
Comes in the window and lights up my hands
As they work. The world is not being kind
But there is the sensation of kindness.
There is an appeal to a rule when we realize a term
Behaves uncomfortably. God falls down
Into grammar and says I am but the words are spoken
From a bush on fire. God is included in this grammar
Philosophy offers to the fly stuck in the bottle—
There it is on the table, walking in circles within the empty
Bottle, pausing only to rub its forelegs together,
In anticipation or prayer. I remember
Walking into the glass-walled museum and seeing myself
Reflected in the head and in the belly of the metal rabbit’s
Mirror-like skin. This was not long ago, this experience
Of the ancient world, reason simultaneous with appetite,
Watching myself think, seeing my eyes thinking,
My body a body that contained this thinking
That I write in the margins of the books I read, a script
That over time appears less legible, a form
Of cuneiform I cannot read myself what I wrote
In the margins. There is a fragment that floats in the air
Floating in my mind, spoken by a voice not mine:
To study circumcises the heart and calms,
The book steadies the heart [many words are missing
Or illegible] if not, to turn away,
Fire courses through the veins [many words are
Missing or illegible] then
Anger, anger. Leaning back in the tall grass,
Putting my book aside, my toe covers the sun.
I am imagining this world but I’m inviting you in
So I can join you. In the old language, the language
No one ever spoke, the language whose words
In the scholarly papers are marked by stars,
Asterisks that say this word exists by not existing,
The imaginary root pushing down from the sky
Into our heads, the root of the tongue;
In this language “I” meant “here,” it did not mean “me,”
It meant a location in which this body I am
Was not an expression of love but a word of
Presence. Here I am. Voice in a boundary.
In this place I am I once had a dream.
Cylindrical seals rolled across the earth
Printing in the mud the image of a woman braiding
Her hair was loose and then her hair was bound.
These roads end at the horizon where I also end,
Present in this world as the alphabet is present
In this poem. *I. *I. Sometimes *I like to stutter.
*I like to think the sky is blue. *I see sometimes it’s red.
More soon on the nature of impossible constructions.  
The man in the moon. The sea rose. The living room.
Museums by Dan Beachy-Quick, via 1
The Outfit:
White Linen Wide Leg Trouser Suit: from a charity shop
White Top Underneath: very old from the high street
Vintage Pearl Necklace: passed down from late granny Penny
Faux Pearl Bracelets: from Accessorize
Faux Wolf Fur Shrug: present from an ex boyfriend over a decade ago
Two Tone Leather Brogues: bought in the sale from Toast
The Soundtrack
Claude Debussy: Estampes Pagodes
Photographs of me by Mr Eve, taken when we went for a drink at Combe House, using my little digital camera. 
I'm behind on my post visits, as usual, but looking forward to catching up on all your lovely blogs in the coming days!
I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
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