Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


I wish I had something captivating to blog about today; a new outfit, a tempting online find, some secret vintage affairs... But unfortunately I don't.
I'm suffering from lack of inspiration.

A sort of humdrum that has plagued my mind for the past few months, broken only by a few brief spells of interest.
Lately it seems all my ideas are sterile, stale, dull. They lack the panache that I desire and leave me feeling empty, save for a paralysing fear that this is all my mind can produce. I silently plea that I'm not at my limits and hide myself away in a procrastinating haze.
I feel blogs are often forced to be positive and in most aspects this is a good thing. Blogs have become a place for people to share their successes and joys, but if you're the exception to the rule, the desolation sets in. Because for me,worse than being uninspired, is to be overwhelmed by exquisite work of someone else glaring obvious but so out of reach.
 So I thought I'd share my current faded feeling, in hope that perhaps one of my lovely readers has some advice.
What do you do when you are feeling uninspired or unmotivated? In fashion, at work, in your personal life... whenever you are feeling distinctly dreary in any area of your life, how do you pick yourself up and rediscover your creative side? Move from the muted to the radiance?


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A year in pictures

In all honesty, I rather hate New Years. I am a New-Years-Eve-scrouge, a 31st-of-December-grinch. I've always found New years a little depressing and frustratingly over-hyped. However, as a nostalgic type, I do enjoy looking back on what has passed...
January, I learnt to swing at the Trocadero!

February, I found Pimms!
March, my sunflowers bloomed

April, I started getting new followers!

May, I became hat obsessed

June, I danced in the rain

 July, I misbehaved with friends...

and I saw some more of the world.

 In late July...
...and September, I celebrated the birthdays of some pretty special people.
In October, I saw beautiful flowers with lovely ladies
In November, I turned 21!
In December, I spent time with friends and family, thought about what this year has been and what the next could be.

I'm really happy to have started this blog and even more thrilled to have readers, people who follow me through my daily trials and triumphs, so thank you so much for reading. Each and every comment thrills me and I cannot stress enough, how grateful I am that you've taken the time to view my little blog.
I think I've come a long way this year and I can't wait to keep learning, exploring and journeying with you all (if only metaphorically!)
So really, Thank you!
I hope you are all having a brilliant holiday and have a wonderful New Year.
I hope you all

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Here's one I prepared earlier...

Hi everyone,
I just wanted to take a break from studying to say thank you for all the love, laughter and support I've been given over the last 21 years.
   For my blog readers, thank you for all the comments and friendships. Getting to know you all through posts and emails really does make my day and I can't wait to write and post more!
   For my family and friends, thank you for being yourselves. Without a doubt, you are all more amazing than you're aware and I love you immensely.
Many thanks again,
Now here's some photos for you to enjoy!

Nearly 21 years ago, one day old.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


Just trying to start writing again; here's a little piece. I'd really like to hear what you think. Thankyou for reading.


I fell on you
You fell for me
And you were caught by somebody else
as I was caught on you.

Friday, May 20, 2011

You are my Cheese

Just a quick post to say Happy Birthday to my Mr and a silly poem I wrote him.
Caution: it gets gooey, but remember it's written as a joke and is much more comical when put next to my little cartoon!

You are my Cheese
(chalk it up to love)
soft, sweet
graceful in defeat
a bit smelly, but strong
where I belong.
inspiration for bizarre dreams,
always better than mainstream
I will love you more with everyday you age.

Hope you aren't too nauseated, and instead you have a silly, if not slightly cringe-worthy, smile on your face! Have a great weekend!
Silly face? What face?


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Over my head

Heels over head

I found you in my dance

a step, a twirl, alone
no more.
You dodged the music well,
Your sleeve brushed my beat
as we laughed

I grasped your elbow
No need to twist my heel
I fell

A quick poem

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I feel it all

I generally don't like to share my writing until I am sure that I am happy with it or (after much deliberation) have come to some sort of impasse. However, what blogging lacks in perfection it makes up for in immediacy, and since I don't think I'll have much time for creative writing over the semester I am posting "as is".


Your thumb nurses my brow. Soothes the coarse bristles flat, encourages the veins to cool. Calamity unfolds to calm.

A drop of salt gently stings the blister on your palm. Breath shudders, christening a saline crust on your skin. Tiny crystals; inconsequential to the naked eye. I know you feel its powdery form, but your moves are seamless. With an exhale, you pull the stitches from my chest.
Moving slowly from chin to nose. Over trembling lips, you follow the strands as they crest on my lobe.

I coerce my lids to remain calm, refuse them crinkles or twitches. I push them to look as if they are not pulled; natural, gentle, structured by muscles ignited by a desire to be inactive.

You pulse my temple to an easy beat.

I feel life is not as hard.

I am sheltered under muscle and bone.


Thankyou for reading, please comment and tell me your thoughts.

Monday, February 14, 2011

It might as well be spring

Just a quick poem I wrote today, still undecided about some lines. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Have a nice day!

Spring cleaning

Last night I sprung my room.

My room

was furious.

Unawares, I kept cleaning

Antiseptic artillery

Purifying air raids

Deodorising D-day

The endless assault began.

I choked on dust fortifications,

tripped on yesterday’s socks and lone jumper

The front was disinfected.

Barbed blankets,

Lingerie grenades

blocked paths but I expunged

The challengers sunk in the sink.

In a last ditch attempt,

The room took its hostages

The combat ceased as we clarified the situation

We raked our brains, scoured the sources,

Brushed away the press

Before throwing down the brush

At two am the dust bunny was surrendered

She feinted in a vacuum of defeat

We celebrated with cheers,

“Windex all round!”

Glasses chinked and spilt, crumbs fell to the floor.

In the morning,

my room

Defeat crept up over me


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sweet dreams (are made of this)

My first creative writing for the blog, tell me what you think.


I make my cake and eat it too.

Kiss me, run your hands over my body. Lick the icing before it hardens. Matt my hair beneath our heads; a makeshift pillow in desperate times. Rake your fingers through and become trapped.

Watch my precision, my timing, eloquence and grace fall away, till I am just touch, a feeling. Watch solitary strands cling to damp skin as limbs contort. Make me drunk on oxygen, heady after each breath, intoxicated.

Unwrap me. Let me peel off your protection, press my teeth against the foil and scrape away what is left. Salvia pools in delicate places, we shudder and consume our ecstasy.

Watch my skin rise and fall like greedy mountains that gobble. My skin is white flour, satiny. Falling away at the slightest breeze and catching in your throat. You lick your lips. Sickly sweet.

But between us, him and I, the bowl lies in wait and our hands move in symphony. The butter glides over anniversaries, dates and rings. We melt together on the couch, whilst I measure out my life with coffee spoons. His hands slip around my waist, my neck, my feet, kneading the dough, stirring the sugar.

Time rises with the clock and dust settles like the years. He brings me tea in bed, weak but comforting, the tea leaves dance around the rim, around my mouth. Drops and crumbs adorn my sheets, a sepia film. We laugh and collapse into a pile of feathers, tossing my duvet into whipped cream.

We are creating something, making mistakes. He pours too much, but I am always dry. I teach him how to fold. Carefully our linen merges together, stolen jerseys and woollen socks, blended with fresh cashmere purchases. My closet engulfs his, but I spend my years dressed in the smallest threads, more naked than naked. He’s watched me undress, slip between the sheets. Caused me, watched me, stopped me crying myself to sleep. I bake a life for him.

But then with you...

Everything is different. We knock over bowls; you rip the satin, throw eggs on the floor and drip milk over my body, in haste, in desperation. There is delicious destruction. Ravaging ravishment. You are noxious. A wicked binge. Toxic.

After the gluttony, I look at the mess I’ve created and feel sick.