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.

 

 

 

Tale From The Harem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can you not see... that fairy tales in their essence are quite solid and straightforward; but that this everlasting fiction about modern life is in its nature essentially incredible? Folk-lore means that the soul is sane, but that the universe is wild and full of marvels. Realism means that the world is dull and full of routine, but that the soul is sick and screaming. The problem of the fairy tale is - what will a healthy man do with a fantastic world? The problem of the modern novel is - what will a madman do with a dull world? In the fairy tales the cosmos goes mad; but the hero does not go mad. In the modern novels the hero is mad before the book begins, and suffers from the harsh steadiness and cruel sanity of the cosmos.  

 

by G.K. Chesterton, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Vintage Brocade Satin Opera Coat: made by granny Kiki for Kiki Couture in the 30s/40s

Black T-Shirt: very old from H&M

Black Sequin Waisted Harem Trousers: old from a sale at Asos

Red Sequin Peep Toe Heels: old, from a sale at New Look

Amber earrings: my mother's

 

Amber bracelet: gift from a friend

 

The Soundtrack

Marianne Faithfull: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

 

 

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

 

 

Thank you so much for all your supportive comments on my last post, I feel lucky to have found such a caring and inspiring blog community. The fog is gradually lifting, although the weather outside is still freezing! 

 

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.