The Book Thief.

Sugar Town

2009-12-30T07:21:00.000-08:00

Consider this my 2010 Spring wish list - or at least the beginnings of it.

Thankfully, I bagged the cute, little sailor coat from Topshop (well, my lovely Mum bought it for me) last week. As for the rest of it? A lottery win or a millionaire willing to shower me with lovely little gifts such as these would be wonderful! Though, saying that. I believe we should all be modern women and be able to fend for ourselves - not to mention stock our own wardrobes! So maybe a well paying job would firstly be the best option to get these beauties into my life.

Meow!

2009-12-15T09:42:00.000-08:00

http://foxfaces.tumblr.com/

It's true, I've invested a slice of my soul over in the dark side of blogging. Tumblr.

This will be a lot more focused on the work I'm doing music wise, for Big Scary Monsters/tour life/etc etc.

I'll be back eventually with some more meaningless drivel. But for the time being, to save myself or my work/heart/ideas/funtimes/love/hates/writing/pictures being ripped off, I'm taking a Christmas vacation from you, dearest blog.

In the mean time, I would like to point your attention to this wonderful blog;

http://myplasticletters.blogspot.com

Sure, I may be biased. But I do adore this blog, I'm kind of craving a huge shopping spree because of it and hey, when was that ever a bad thing?

GUEST BLOG: Natalie from Myplasticletters.blogspot.com

2009-12-08T14:44:00.000-08:00

Oh, yes it's that time of year again. And whilst i was trying to conjure up a blog full of festive and kitsch decorations to display here. I failed miserably. Now, it just so happens, that this year, i am lacking in funds. And i can't spend as much money on friends and family as i would like, and to be honest, i hate that! I think that going out, and buying piles and piles of gifts for your loved ones is one of the biggest and best part of Christmas. So, in this blog, i have decided to put gifts up that if i could have bought for Miss Danielle... Then i would have!!! Reading that back, i've realised this is probably going to be more depressing than lovely, as all she'll be able to do is stare longingly at the gifts she won't be reciving from me this year... Sorry Danielle! Ha :)

You can all visit Natalie's blog here; http://myplasticletters.blogspot.com/

(NB: Most goodies can be found at; www.urbanoutfitters.com or by ebaying/vintage shop hunting for rest! - Elle)

2009-12-08T13:00:00.000-08:00

Let's take a moment to admire how lovely Zooey Deschanel is, shall we? Really, I adore this lady's sense of style. She is extremely chic and demure at all times, while still managing to remain perfectly stylish. It really is something wonderful and I feel like a lot more girls could benefit from her example in the style stakes.

However, this week I have taken inspiration from this photo - sadly not the sweet little ensemble, it's winter here in London. I have been rocking this gorgeous hairstyle for the last 2 days now and I will say this, compliments on it from strangers are up by 3-4 a day. Which really is a first for me. I adore it, it's super simple to do and let's be honest, it's super rad & cute! A win/win hairstyle!

Dylan

2009-11-28T16:28:00.001-08:00

Winter is everywhere now, the air inhaled into my lungs is sweet and crisp with a frosty edge. Dylan's creamy vocals sink into my ear drums, the sophistication of his words turning my quick steps to leisurely. His fingers move across the strings of his guitar to churn each feeling in my body, reaching into my soul with his words and grasping at love and hate, desire and faith. God knows what I would have done without him on the kind of long nights that stretch across months rather than hours.

Laying there in the dark, sheets bathed in moonlight and the stars painting patterns across a black canvas, he takes me further out of myself than any lover. Drawing me into his life's emotions, he embraces my body in an overwhelming sense of belonging. Dylan wanders unabashedly around my room, lays beside me and infiltrates the darkest recesses of my mind. With each inhale I'm drawing myself closer to a fulfilment of unexplainable understanding of the world, how each individual becomes a puzzle piece, he's explaining this all to me, soothing my doubts, stirring my curiosity, urging me to strive for a existence fuled by emotion, longing and hunger for knowlege.

There is an ironic play of mirrors, reflecting plays of light, plays of thought. Even when I feel as though this connection is slipping away, he gently reasserts his presence, his rightful place in my little book of ambitions, needs, wants, loves. Dylan becomes distant from each song just as I become distant from my feelings, we rediscover what we'd rather push behind us together, this way I know we're not alone.

Dylan's voice runs like a shudder through the times that have changed, an echo of hope that now rings with the hollowness of a failed warning.

2009-11-18T06:37:00.000-08:00

One from the archives - June 2007

2009-09-26T10:40:00.000-07:00

There is something quite terrifying about driving alone, in the dead of night with only the ghostly vocals of Dylan to keep you company.
Your only companion is the tales of a mans past, your own head full of bad memories and the blinding lights of the streets. Blinding lights that turn into water colors of the most beautiful yellows and burnt oranges. They stain your skin like some freshly primed canvas, tracing lines down the canvas stretched over your bones, the curve of your neck until they soak away into nothing in the collar of your shirt.
Night after night I find this to becoming re-occuring. It scares me to feel that my soul emotion of confusion forces me from the warmth and safety of my bed to put myself in a position of vulnerability. I visit places miles out of my way, just to find something safer than what I allow myself to be lead into. It worries me yet I do nothing about it. I joke and laugh off what otherwise is a serious matter. Maybe I'm hoping to be saved by a prince that doesn't exist. It's a tough call and I'm not prepared to make it. Not excited at discovering what lies around the corner in waiting. I'm more content to shrug it off, play my part, get lost in the darkness, the street lights, the clouds brewing in my head.

In all honesty, there should be nothing to complain about. I'm self indulgent, just in need of an anchor that wouldn't mind curling up in bed with me and promising me everything will be okay. Even if we both know, it might be a while until that much is true.

Conversation between Sills & Bills....

2009-09-01T11:32:00.000-07:00

Nat: Alex whatshisface Alexa Chungs boy looked hot at reading

Nat: He never usually is.

Danielle: Haha it's the hair

Danielle: Long hair and a guitar and girls swoon, even if they are against said swooning.

Danielle: Seriously, you fight it like crazy but your knees start to talk to your lady garden and you're done for.

Danielle: I wish twitter had enough characters so I could quote myself.....

No one but everyone in particular.

2009-07-30T12:00:00.000-07:00

During these long nights I’ve fallen into your arms and woken up alone, tangled in the sheets. They were once crisp, fresh and unsoiled by the pollution we drew into our lungs and one day their colour will match the black of our hearts.
I’ve never been one for romance, big gestures and declarations of adoration in public. My heart beat races at the simplest of moments. Your fingers tracing out the bumps of my spine, how the words tumble from your lips as we lay side by side, whispering about the past. These are but a few of the moments I’ve engraved into my memory. Collections of stories, snippets of conversations and the mischievous smile that graced your lips the first time we ever were introduced.

I’ve never claimed to live a hedonistic lifestyle, but the highs from the pot we smoked outside in the biting night air only made my topics become deeper and my urge to break the rules more desired. There’s a need to get beneath your skin, confess my deepest and darkest secrets, drown myself in your heady smell that lingers deep in my skin. There were days I felt almost dirty, bruised and claimed, left questioning my morals. Questioning my motives, all because I could never get enough of you.

It makes no sense that the last few weeks have sent me into a, hopefully, permanent state of tranquility. While everyone else has received an over-dose of drama and heartache, I'm lapping it up on the opposite scale of things. In a lot of ways, I can't help but feel as though I should wish to be an almighty power for the day just to share the good vibes and sugar coated days I've enjoyed. Trust me, to those people who deserve it, I would if I could.

Bob Dylan is invading my eardrums at this very moment, distracting me from what I'd really like to write about with his catchy acoustic rhythms and swoon-worthy, velvety voiced vocals, I believe every word he's serenading me with.

In a side step from dearest, most adored Dylan; I've sadly left behind the rain in London something which had been my companion for the past couple of weeks, along with a incredible new boy and a irreplaceable group of individuals. The mini-vacation from work or lack there of, had given me time to indulge in everything I call that place my home for; tiny little cafes, karaoke, beautiful rolling landscapes, lazy brunches and a little je ne se quoi that the town possess. There was no real priority in regards to spending time with one person over another from one day to the next, it's always a free for all and that's just the way I like it, chilled out and un-planned. Opened for negotiation and a million coffee 'dates'.

The rain has always done an amazing job at keeping me smiling, maybe the unusually warm weather of our June summer has out stayed it's welcome with me and I was in need of a quick burst of dull and dreary in my life. Home provided me with that in every sense. This isn't me getting soppy, it's just me being honest.

In life we will meet so many acquaintances that we will enjoy the company of until the evening comes to a close, then in passing only acknowledge each other for nothing more than a 'hey, how are you?' style moment, pretending it meant the world to us to have bumped into them again but then we will meet the true diamonds, the people we will pull out of the group and keep as close as family and lovers. Recently, I've met one or two of these precious gems that were dragged out of the crowd whether they wanted to be or not. It was the best descion I've made in while.

These people keep me sane. keep me grounded and keep me loved, in return they get exactly the same and I sure do hope that they know I adore them. Anytime spent with them is worth every second.

My actions will always speak louder than my words, my dreams scream louder than my actions. I’m not blessed with the ability to write beautiful prose, join my thoughts together eloquently enough for them to be easily understood. I can’t promise this. I can’t promise never to jump from one topic to another or reveal how I really feel about certain matters.

Some days I can’t even begin to understand my emotions, my thoughts or myself. My dreams lead them astray and I find myself lost.

2009-07-20T06:56:00.000-07:00

There are always so many thoughts colliding in my head at once, it's harder and harder with each passing day to draw out the ones most needed. Words have a purpose, whether written down or spoken but recently, my words come out in nothing but the most love-struck of lines. I feel as though I am and will repeat myself a million times over but recently I've never been happier than to be in such a position.

I never believed my mother when she told me that the most precious things in life are usually right under our noses. We spend a lifetime searching in all the wrong places for love, romance, trust, friendship. Only occasionally do we think to look closer to home. In the past I've spend hours and days by your side and never realized just what I was missing out on, to step outside of 'best friends' into the sun, scared it may blind us and burn with such a pain, we'd have never been able to expect.

Happily, I'm relieved to have quickly adjusted my eyes to the brightness, to have taken a risk I feared may have left us both separated, the situation too awkward to repair. These words could never do justice to what is really caught up in my heart. They are something that could never be spoken because they are only the kind that reveal themselves in a invisible tangle that keeps us bound together. Some bond that has always laid dormant like the oldest of volcanos until recently it exploded and burnt the village into piles of ash, everyone but just us laying under the depths.

I have such a hard time trying to explain exactly how much you mean to me and in all honestly, I don't think I will ever be able to. However, I know you know exactly what I am willing myself to say, you tell me you can feel it and that's good enough for me. I don't know how I had overlooked this for so long. Everything seems to have fallen perfectly into place since I finally opened my eyes.

2009-07-17T06:29:00.000-07:00

In every fairy tale I have ever had read to me, the damsel in distress is always save by her prince charming. Dashing, well rehearsed in song and smartly dressed, our hero sweeps our defenceless woman off her feet and gallops off into the sunset. Though, it seems to be a running theme within the pages of any girls childhood story that in order to be happy, in order to be in love, we need to be rescued first.

In modern music, the birth of the emotional man erupted out of the speakers of males and females a like around the world. Our fairy tale heroes became our modern day damsels in distress. The power was exchanged in a relay to heartache. Single women swooned over the hard copy evidence that men with emotions existed, while the lucky taken percentage cursed their other halves for not living up to these new standards of masculinity.

As spectators on the sidelines, we saw the vulnerability exposed within the lyrics of a song somehow get lost and along the way, twisted and corrupted, used as a king to check mate the queen. Honest became a game plan, stories of heartache a tactic.

Love never has been related to anything-otherworldly fates. For us it’s a matter of fist fighting for power, taking the upper hand and using any tactic possible to lure another into our arms.

Heroes and Romeos don’t exist.
We’re all fighting for something.

Sneaky and underhanded.

2009-07-06T13:34:00.000-07:00

I could whisper secret and confess my sins, separated by a intricately designed sheet of metal, walls of wood to my confident who hides safely to the left of me, their identity remaining a secret, living their life in the shadow of annoyminity. Completely free from judgment. In that box could I admit I feel secure or anonymous? Could I confess that I feel like my body is failing me and no matter how much sleep I find myself lost in, the dreams are better than the reality.

Everything became so clinical and sterile, warm red liquid flowing into capsules, labeled with symbols I could never begin to understand. Marks left in skin, letting people make their assumptions of how they came to be or why. Do you need to me to spell my life out for you? Slips of paper, plastic containers containing man made capsules, warnings and instructions bold and black. Do you not trust me?

I'm beginning to wonder if my ways of loving are inconsistent, changing from man to man with the seasons.

My heart used to be tied to another, a bond that I was promised would be forever, that the knot would never come lose and the ribbon wouldn't fall to the floor to be crushed in the race to find a new love. In the public eye or out of it, as low key as we strive to be there will always be someone with an opinion, a tale to tell. Would it be wrong to take the incentive to lock away my heart? Tear it from my sleeve and set it on display - look but don't touch - who am I kidding? I know I'll break the rules and throw it at the next guy who comes along. Here's the criteria - young twenty something seeks older tortured artist, preferably singer/song writer, dark and brooding. Apply within.

There's always the temptation to break the rules - 'Do Not Touch' - and you're pressing your fingers up against the glass, leaving fingerprints across the transparent cage that precious object is kept so secure behind. Wondering what it's like to touch, hold in your grasp and toy with is sometimes never enough, so we will strive to bust open that case and send the sharp shards flying in a rain shower to the floor around our feet. We know a step further and the reminder of the rules will bite into our flesh and leave foot prints of brilliant red across the pristine floor, a trail to remind us of where we once stood, protected before we toyed with an forbidden gem.

Is it wrong to admit I have this flaw in my design? Some would consider it weakness to admit the truth to your un-adoring or un-interested audience. They've heard this all before, girl with good rep admits wrongs, creates bad rep, loses credibility and is seen as nothing more than a 'slut' among those who doesn't understand how we can so freely give our love without giving our bodies.

Hearts are racing, pounding and beating out of time yet oddly in sync with the flow of our blood rushing, twisting and surging through our veins. The heat waves predicted by the weather man and satellites feel constant even in the coldest of air conditioned spaces, goosbumps sweeping over our skin are almost as constant as the knots twisting in our stomachs, butterflies bursting and fluttering around with the most welcomed warmth. This sounds like a fever, a sickness or effects of an addiction, the latter proving the most fatal to the human heart and our emotions. However, nothing could be as fatal as the four-letter word I've so often criticized, l o v e.

It has always astounded me how matters of the heart can take over your mind, completely devouring every other thought you would wish for in order to distract yourself from passing the seconds, minutes, hours and days contently, although unwillingly, focusing on one thing. It will tear your soul apart bit by bit until you're left with nothing but tape in one hand and the pieces in a pile in front of you, waiting to be reassembled and fixed back together.

Nothing in my life has changed so drastically for me to spout this non-sense into this white box. I'm watching the characters travel from my fingertips to form in pixels in front of my eyes and it's like magic, like I've wired myself up to a machine which sucks the pure essence of my thoughts out of me, displaying them for anyone to view. I don't know if this is what any of you expect or want to read, to hear, to be aware of but at least it's mine and mine alone. No one can touch this and no one can take it away from me, these words and feelings are engraved into our souls for the pure purpose of creating us as an individual, they make us who we are and because of that each and every person I've met is complete unique even if they share the same characteristics, mannerisms or constant tone of sarcasm on their voice.

I really think the way we treat each other; friends or enemies, needs to change. We're fighting for the sake of trying to extract, force love from someone who isn't destined for us, playing poker with peoples lives and using their happiness as chips all to cash in on that amazing thing called 'love'. We're aware our actions will hurt others, destroy them and cause them all kinds of pain, yet we'd never believe we would be capable of stabbing someone, physically hurting them with bare knuckles to the face. I don't see the difference in the two acts anymore, purposefully setting out to ruin someone in that was is absolutely disgusting. My mom brought me up to always believe in treating others, as I'd like to be treat. Did it hurt when it happened to you? Did it shatter your world into tiny, un-recoverable pieces? Did you ever stop and think about the actual meaning of what you're so desperate for? That four letter word that makes and breaks people.

Love: noun;

Love has many meanings in English, from something that gives a little pleasure ("I loved that movie") to something one would die for (patriotism, pair bonding). It can describe an intense feeling of affection, an emotion or an emotional state. In ordinary use, it usually refers to interpersonal love. Probably due to its large psychological relevance, love is one of the most common themes in art. The majority of modern movies have a love story and most pop music is about love.

A noun is just a name.

We break hearts for it.

My name's Elle.

Are we going to hurt someone in our struggle for that as well?

2009-07-05T04:59:00.000-07:00

I am a huge fan of photo booths - mainly old but occasionally i'll break and dive into the new ones too. Maybe this all stems from my obsession with instant photography, my undying love for polaroids and the not too perfect colours you get from them.

So far I've tried old school (4 different pictures per strip), new school (4 repeated pictures per square) and the self decorated Japanese photo booths. The latter happened to be in L.A rather than Japan but after discovering one in Covent Garden, London a lot of money was soon spent there too. Sadly, my little CG love was closed down a couple of months later no thanks to the recession.

Unless you're able to pop over to France every time you fancy a bit of photo booth silliness, it's really impossible to find anywhere in London (or indeed England) that houses the good old fashioned photo booth. The digital age is literally stealing everything we once loved for it's not quite perfect style. I have no desire what so ever to own four of the same image and goodness knows why anyone else would as well.

However, while desperately searching online for at least one remaining old photo booth in London, I stumbled upon this wonderful little website, Photobooth.net. This little gem holds a wold wide database of where to find those oh so missed photo booths around the world. It gives you maps, prices and comments from the people who have found them across the globe, so you'll never have problems getting your 4 strip fix any more!

Old writing...

2009-06-26T14:26:00.000-07:00

‘and i never wanted anything from you…’

Sink your quill into the ink and write me some pretty words, darling. Exorcise your soul in nouns, verbs, adjectives. Paint me a daydream and watch my feet move quicker than my mind across the bedroom floor. My heart leads with a beat and yours adds the treble in a way only visualized with black stains, cursive of the most beautiful kind.

Antique frames hold the keys to undoing, hung carefully like precious artifacts, open to the public. Let them study ever move, our poise, tell tale signs that expose the extent of mischief that may have occurred under the stars.

Painted elegance, the soft inhales, elongated exhales which cloud in the chill air. Warmth could be discovered no where else but here. A place where strangers could never stumble upon, could never suspect. Goosebumps decorate the pale expanse which runs from head to toe.

This world is undercover. Under exposed, Undecided. Intriguing.

‘..except everything you had and what was left after that too’.

what's in my bag?

2009-06-15T13:49:00.001-07:00

Bag: Mulberry Bayswater

1) Starbucks christmas thermal 'red cup'

2) Nail Inc voucher, receipt, flower hair clips & some 50p in change

3) Luella fox print Oyster card holder

4) Miu Miu crocodile skin (granny) purse

5) Lomo multi shot 35mm camera

6) Random make up - benefit blusher, stila bronzer, rosebud salve, bobbi brown concealer, headache tablets, MAC brush, anti-bacterial hand gel, smashbox o-gloss

7) Blackberry Bold

8) Harajuku Lovers perfume in 'G'

9) Luella pink leather heart & multi colour ribbon with bells bag charms

10) Louis Vuttion leopard print scarf

11) Mulberry organiser

House of Harlow 1960

2009-05-31T05:07:00.001-07:00

There is no denying I'm a huge Nicole Richie fan. Sure, everyone remembers her as Paris Hiltons sidekick but girl has got style, no matter if you're a fan or not. If I could raid anyones wardrobe, hers would be it. Maybe it's the Cali girl chic calling out to me, making me pine so desperately for a life in the sunshine and by the beach, drinking coffee outside and watching the w

orld go by after a shopping spree on Melrose.

As a lot of people who know me are aware, I'm a bit of an obsessive when it comes to jewelry. My mum has never been bit on it, hardly wearing more than her eternity ring & engagement ring, where as I am the complete opposite. It's not unusual for me to leave the house covered in bangles and wearing at least two of three necklaces.

So, recently, my favorite celeb has created her own jewelry range named House Of Harlow 1960. Well, I've know about this for a little while now and have been waiting impatiently for it to hit the internet, where my hard earned cash could be quickly blown.

Thankfully, Kitson isn't the only place you can get your paws on it and for all those unfortunate enough not to live in sunnier climates like England, MyWardrobe are also stocking it!

Here's my wish list and what I think are the best of the picks of this first collection. I'm seriously tempted to go a little crazy and buy something today....not sure what though.

L-R:

Resin Pointed Necklace £119

Tigers Eye Ring £59

Plated Medallion Locket £86 *also my favorite piece*

Green Aztec Plate & Leather Bangle £75

2009-05-24T13:22:00.000-07:00

Simon Hogsberg is someone I stumbled across while on one of my favorite websites, Cute Overload. I have an unexplained fascination with peoples faces, especially those of the elderly. His project, Faces of New York is worth checking out.

From now on I'll be trying my best to get a bunch of photographers that I love up on this blog. I've been slacking so much recently, not only in updating but in taking anymore photos than my last roll I had developed at the start of the month. There's another sat in my Minolta, waiting for the photo lab to get their hands on. So, watch this space!

2009-05-13T11:06:00.001-07:00

Hello dear friend, I've missed you so..

lost&found

2009-04-13T14:11:00.000-07:00

Little Paper Planes is a new website I recently stumbled upon. A wonderland of cute illustrations, stationary and general gorgeousness, I'm utterly hooked.

Thus far, husband and wife duo APAK! have stolen my heart with there surreal, friendly animal images. You can visit their site right here apakstudio.com to learn more about them!

2009-04-13T10:05:00.000-07:00

Before & after on a sunny Bank Holiday Monday.

Ikea drawers - £0 - taken from outside front of flat (they were left by occupants upstairs who seem to be doing a big spring clean)

Tree print paper - £0 - wall paper sample from Homebase

Paint - sample pot from Crown in 'vintage cream' - £1.79

Total for new set of drawers = £1.79

2009-04-11T11:19:00.000-07:00

As of late I've been feeling rather patriotic, although this new found feeling of pride to be British isn't something I can whole heartedly understand.

Maybe it's my love for cups of tea, jam sandwiches, rowing boats in Hyde Park and horse riding. Who knows. Either way this has inspired me to seek out some cute union jack prints for frames and general decoration for around my flat. So far I've come across many a cute item but in particular a gorgeous cushion made from vintage fabric and some tea towels desperate to be framed and hung from Cox & Cox.

In addition, this website is brimming with wonderful little bits and pieces which will no doubt drain my bank account of it's hard earned cash in no time. Roll on pay day, I have so much on my wish list!

From left to right:

Vintage Union Jack cushion £85

Union Jack Tea Towels £12

The Book of the Kiss £8

LoVe pillowcases £35

Wordbox of Stamps £25

2009-03-26T08:19:00.000-07:00

Paperchase is good for the soul.

2009-03-26T02:46:00.000-07:00

Woken at 9am by the builders outside my bedroom window, I couldn't help but give up on sleep and instead, decide to do one thing which I love doing on my days off; head over to Paperchase on Tottenham Court Road and hit up

their home section. I'm still in the midst of trying to rearrange my bedroom, still searching countless blogs and websites for all kinds of inspiration...

At the moment I'm desperately in love with The Cherry Blossom Girl blog. She has adorable photos of her bedroom, her clothes, her garden...in other words, all the kind of places I am intrigued to know about. There is no doubt about it when I say I am quite nosey, so to be offered up cute photos from the inside of people's houses, pretty much makes my morning.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

I've hit a dangerous level of tea consumption once more, there isn't a moment when I'm not wondering when my next cup of tea is coming. I discovered how much I'd been missing honey in my earl grey and turned back to the sweet & sticky side. Now I want to head off to the nearest car boot sale and dig up some real china tea set treasures.

I've had my eye on this little teapot 'with a cold' from Lama Designs for a couple of weeks now, yet no matter how adorable it is, I can't force myself to part with the whopping $120 price tag. If you can afford them, they are definitely worth the money. Over on her website you can check out all the other lovely little creations she has, all made by hand and clay. It astounds me how talented some people are.

Out of everything, these four little creatures have to by my favourites. You can buy her work over at the MoMA online store - if you can find it. I'm assuming it's the time of morning or the pretty little things on their shop that had me too distracted to concentrate tracking the exact link down.

I stumbled upon a little website called Never Ender this morning too. It was a slight blast from the past when I saw they sold 'best friend' necklaces. I remember having one with my best friend at the time, back when I was about 10 years old. I'm all kinds of tempted to jump back on the bandwagon, bring back the 90's bbf displays of affection.

The 'For you; Eiffel tower' necklace is going to be making it's way into my collection of many others soon. Maybe for a birthday present since I am Paris bound for a whole wonderful week come the 2nd of August. Each year I'm given something to remember that birthday by, not just your usual presents but something unusual. Last year was my great grandma's porcelain tea set and my mum's ring she was given for her 18th birthday - the latter of which I've never taken off since. So this would be a sweet little memento of hitting the not quite mid twenties but close enough age of 23!

erin fetherston

2009-03-24T14:26:00.000-07:00

Beautiful images from the Eric Fetherston Spring/Summer 2008 collection make me wish the sunshine here on the shores of England would last.

While the Autumn/Winter 2009 collection makes me want to dress up in my finest cotton tail and sparkles.

2009-03-24T11:39:00.000-07:00

I spent the evening playing a lot of Emo Game last night. Although, it was a on/off relationship with actually yelling at the computer game to quit killing me and distraction browsing many a lovely thing on several wonderful websites found via SFgirlbybay's blog.

The Selby is another site I can't seem to get enough of right now, mainly because I'm craving a flat of my very own. One I can decorate according to my guidelines and not those of the Nazi regime that is local estate agents.

Meryl Smith's little nook in her bedroom is something I adore. sure I'm no huge budgie fan but the pinned butterflies, jumble of framed images, not to mention the multi coloured fawn has me desperate to splash the cash on Ebay in a big way.

This gorgeous vintage embroidery from the wall of Erin Wasson made me want to pick up a needle and beg, borrow and steal patterns from the wonderful Sublime Stitching. I'm more than a little tempted by the tattoo alphabet and dia de los muertos kits.

Soon enough the photography work will start to pick up again. Friday is pay day and along with a lovely little Minolta 35mm in the post on it's way to me right now, my Diana + will be joining it. Lomo finally decided to make a instant back for the beloved plastic camera, which I will be using to death in no time! There is definitely more room in my life for a little more instant image action and those beautifully dreamy pictures that come hand in hand with the little plastic camera.

This cute little image comes courtesy of Kitchener Waterloo Vintage Camera Club over at Flickr and the ones below, from myself.

2009-03-23T09:28:00.000-07:00

This morning involved a lot of walking around Oxford Circus. I picked up the cutest polar bear necklace, a 'girl about town' MAC lipstick and a bevvy of bath time treats from Boots. Along with some hair dye, which is burning my hair under a bag as I type.

Rilo Kiley 'The Execution of All Things' finally made it back into my cd collection and I am indulging in some amazing chocolate cake, cherry jasmine tea and music while I wait for the timer to ping 20 minutes!

Back from Black.

2009-03-23T02:58:00.000-07:00

blossoms

2008-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00

today..

2008-11-19T11:02:00.001-08:00

my doctor told me I had to remember two things;

i will get better
i will be a better person because of this

water water everywhere...

2008-11-17T04:56:00.000-08:00

bunnies

2008-10-05T06:17:00.000-07:00

2008-09-14T05:36:00.000-07:00

An excursion to Kew Gardens seems appropriate in the coming weeks. My favourite time of year is fast approaching here in London, autumn.
As much as I will swear to being a lover of all things warm and sunny, there is something about this time of year and the following month that is beautiful to me. I adore the colours of the parks, the fallen leaves carpeting the pathways causing visitors to kick up the burnt oranges, red and browns around their feet. There is a sense of tranquility radiating through the branches and although the leaves are dying for the winter, for me, there is a sense of renewal, starting a fresh and shedding regrets from the months previous.

There are many things I adore about the seasons but Autumn will always be a favourite.