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.

 

 

 

Shepherd's Hut Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”  

 

 

Extract from Walden: Or, Life In The Woods, by Henry David Thoreau via 1

 

 

 

The Outfits:

Vintage 1970s denim hot pants: inherited from my dear Mum, along with the legs!

Green & Black Breton Top: from a charity shop

White & Blue Swan Breton Jumper: old from Topshop, in the days I still shopped there

Watercolour Painted Top: gift from my Mum

Capri Pant Jeans: old from H&M

Hunter Wellies: from Ebay

 

 

 

The Soundtrack

Mazzy Star: She Hangs Brightly 

 

 

All photographs taken on holiday in Dorset about 4 years ago, long before my blogging began. It was one of our loveliest ever shepherd's hut adventures, and that's saying something as we've had a few! Details of Sam the shepherd's hut, available for holiday let, can be found at the glamping website Canopy & Stars.

 

This seems a fitting post with which to celebrate the first anniversary of this blog Kiki & the Gypsy, which started life simply as a wardrobe of old clothes, a love of nature, and a photograph from our stay in a gypsy carriage to use as the header.

  Enormous thanks to all of you who read and comment on this blog, I feel very lucky to have found this welcoming and inspiring community, you're amazing and have brought such pleasure to my life.

 Here's to the next year of blogging!

 

 

 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.

It's also a great pleasure to be joining Ariane at her Show Me Your Style link up at Style Sud-Est.

I'm also popping by Jane from The Flight Platform for her link-up, themed this week Behind The Bike Sheds (hope these hot pants are rebellious enough for you Jane!).

Watering The Roses

 

 

They are fleeting.

They are fragile.

They require

little water.

They’ll surprise you.

They’ll remind you

that they aren’t

and they are you.

 

 

 

Flowers by Wendy Videlock, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

The Outfit:

Vintage 1970s Cheesecloth Tie Front Cropped Shirt: from Oxfam Online Shop.

Boyfriend Jeans: very old from H&M

Pink Wedge Sandals: from Brazil

Black Hat: old from the High Street

 

 

The Soundtrack

Lana Del Rey: Blue Jeans 

 

 

All photographs taken by Mr Eve and myself this summer.

 

 

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

 

I've been away for work much of this week so am behind on my blog post visits.

Look forward to dropping by soon!

 

Drift Softly

A filbert hedge with wild briar overtwined,

And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind

Upon their summer thrones; there too should be

The frequent chequer of a youngling tree,

That with a score of light green brethren shoots

From the quaint mossiness of aged roots:

Round which is heard a spring-head of clear waters

Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters

The spreading blue-bells: it may haply mourn

That such fair clusters should be rudely torn

From their fresh beds, and scattered thoughtlessly

By infant hands, left on the path to die.

 

 

John Keats, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Vintage 1970s does 1840s Prairie Settler/ Edwardian maxi dress: from Ebay.

Cotton Parasol: from Ebay

Nude Pumps: very old from New Look

Straw Hat, just seen: from a charity shop

 

 

The Soundtrack

Espers: Flowery Noontide   

 

 

All photographs taken by me, using the self timer on my little camera, in our garden this Springtime.

 

 

I was thrilled to receive your kind comments on my special Summer Mermaid post; particularly what you had to say about the poem, as it's the first I've written in a very long time. Thank you, lovely people, you're the BEST!

 

 

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

Enchanted Garden, & A Spy Girl Portrait

 

 

 

"Whoever considers as in a painting the great picture of our mother Nature in her full majesty; whoever reads such universal and constant variety in her face; whoever finds himself there, and not merely himself, but a whole kingdom, as a dot made with a very fine brush; that man alone estimates things according to their true proportions."

 

Michel de Montaigne, The Essays via 1

 

The Outfit:

Vintage 1970s Gypsy Dress: from Vix's brilliant online store Kinky Melon, thanks again dear Vix!

 Straw Hat: from a charity shop, with a vintage scarf of Kiki's tied around it

Gold Sandals: free with a magazine years ago

 

 

The Soundtrack

Van Morrison: Astral Weeks   

 

 

All photographs taken by me, using the self timer of my little digital camera.

 

 

I'm deeply honoured and delighted to have been immortalised in this wonderful portrait by the very talented Anne, our inspiring blogger friend at Spy Girl!

 

 

 

Not only has Anne so kindly given me this amazing portrait, but she's also hosting a brilliant link up at Spy Girl, which I'm very happy to be a part of. The theme this week? 70's flashback, perfect!

 

I'm also excited to be a part of Hat Attack, a new link party held by the wonderful Judith of Style Crone, do click on her website link to see her amazing hat, and do join in! 

 

Last but by no means least, I am as ever delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

Sorry I'm very behind on my blog visits, hoping to rectify this in the next few days.

Every evening after work is presently spent picking (and eating) the glut of raspberries, tayberries, loganberries, wild strawberries, gooseberries and blackcurrants that have exploded in our fruit cages.