Monday, August 31, 2009

Lykke Li I love you.

I'm good. I'm gone.
"And if you say I'm not OK
with miles to go
If you say there ain't no way that i could know
If you say i aim too high from down below
Well, say it now 'cause when i'm gone
You'll be callin' but i won't be at the phone"


Peaches Geldof in art.

The most illusive grafitti artist in the world.
Some of the most amazing work ever seen.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The long and the short of it..

Hair that is..

Yet still you wind me round and around and around.

This reminds me of my lil mate Sophie.
Always in her tutu, which I NEED to borrow one day.
And got me into stay up tights.
Beautiful lady.
Love these shoes hey.
Identical copies at Rubi shoes. Could I bring myself to buy them?
And I know wet look leggings are kind of a myth now. But I saw a pair at cotton on. Dare I enter Rubi's sister store too??
Miss my turban. Emerald green velvet. Nice.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Cover your body with tell tale secrets.

There is no such thing as perfect for everyone.

Everyone has faults.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Everyone has flaws that cannot be over looked.

Everyone has imperfections that upset some people.

It is the one person who can look at each and everyone of your faults, past mistakes, flaws and imperfection and see you just as you are, standing in front of them, heart open and soul bared, and truly love you.
That is the person for you.
Understandable we each meet different people and fall in love with them at all major points of our lives.
No relationship which holds love is ever dull.
You can't say that the time you spent with the second, third or fourth love of your life was boring. Something about it made it so special that that love blossomed.
And when that love failed you.
You found it again.
But this time it feels different. As they all do, but more special than anything you could ever hope for.
Whether it's them saying that marriage is something you only do once in your life. Or when you say "xxxxxxx infinity" and they say "plus one".
Even the smallest things bring you joy.
And the fire that ignites in his eyes with passion and anger, reminds you that, even though he is as angry as a mad man. Deep down he's only doing it to protect you and him. From hurt or upset.
If it wasn't for the fire we wouldn't have the love we do.
If it wasn't for the forgiveness we wouldn't have the appreciation.
If it wasn't for the understanding we wouldn't have the care.
If it wasn't for everything we do to look like we did nothing we wouldn't care half as much.
Infinity plus one.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Could you think it over. When we get older.

Images of summer make me happy. But I love winter!
I feel like I'm cheating on my favourite season.
But I love the knee high socks and rolled up cut offs so much.
Knee high sock shopping today.
Happy Monday.

This is the longest road we walk along.

Big hair,
Knee-high socks,
I love the winter more than any other season, but you can't ignore the warm breeze that glides across your legs in the afternoon sun.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The journeys long.

Capable, authorative women are erotic. Goddesses I definitely hate.
Chris Von Wangenheim

Around and around and around,

When it's a decision what to wear in a day so many things come into play.
Weather, health, availability, planned activity, the company you will keep, is it a lipstick day or an eye shadow day?
All these things come into play.
But really.
Do you feel happy in whats on your body?
If the answer is yes, then walk out that door feeling like the amazing creature of style you truly are.
If the answer is no, stop, even if you're late, think of your favourite thing, no matter what it is. If thats what makes you happy, wear it. Coz no matter what you wear, if you wear it with pride, you'll wear it with style.

All I need.

Long blonde hair.
Red lipstick.
I have the latter.
Get me the starter.

Don't cry out.

I have a black jumpsuit from work, but coz I used to wear it to work it's in the "work clothes" file in my brain. Lots of good stuff goes in there. dammit.
The strangest assortment of oddness..


Stompers baby..

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The eyes.

This is what we bonded on.

I wanted to be Nikki.
He wanted to be Alfie.
We're more alike than we know.