Thursday, 30 January 2014

A Woman Changed (Times Two)

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
 Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
 Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
 Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses.
  I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's.
The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Morning Song by Sylvia Plath, via 1
The Outfit:
Vintage Stretchy Black Dress: from a charity shop
Green Sequin belt just seen: from a friend
Earrings: from Accessorize
I've not been online or blogging much recently, and now you can see why.
I've been working on a particularly happy, important and taxing project: that of growing two babies inside me!
This multiple pregnancy will (fingers crossed) continue to take up much of my energy in the coming months, and future years of mothering, so I'll be blogging less frequently, but still hopefully about once or twice a month from now on.
Photos taken a few weeks ago when I was 18 weeks pregnant with twins.
Hoping you're all well, looking forward to catching up soon.

Monday, 13 January 2014




He pads on grassy banks behind a fence,
          with measured paces slow and tense.

          Beyond his cage his thoughts are sharp and white;
                  he lives a compelled anchorite.

                  A solid ghost gone blind with all the green,
                              he waits and waits to be unseen.
A Snow Leopard by Jason Gray, via 1

The Outfit:
Vintage Fur Coat (mink): passed down from Granny Penny
Black Wool Beret: passed down from Granny Penny
Leopard Vest Tunic: from a charity shop
Grey Cardigan: from the high street
Denim Shorts Underneath: from Topshop
Black tights: very old, bobbly and bit too worse for wear
Black Rosette Shoes: old from Irregular Choice
Sunglasses: old from the high street
All photos taken by me using the self timer on my little camera.
 I am delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
Also linking this post to Shoe Shine, a great event hosted by Bella of The Citizen Rosebud, click on the website to see her beautiful shoes and those of many others

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Journey To Wistman's Wood


Every day is a fresh beginning.
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows,
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge

The Outfit:
Red skinny jeans: from charity shop
Black shirt: from charity shop
Wool granddad waistcoat: old from H&M
Messenger bag: a gift
Walking boots: from Mr Eve

Not a very outfit heavy post, but I thought you'd like to see the beauty of Wistman's Wood in Dartmoor.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!

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