Thursday, 24 January 2013

3 muscari

Dreaming of a spring day.

Saturday, 19 January 2013

Bessie Keirle

New things happening in my world!
Bessie Keirle

Saturday, 22 December 2012

with love

Wishing you all a very happy Christmas and New Year, full of love and laughter!

Monday, 10 December 2012

The tin

The tin
Suprise tin, secret love, stolen kisses
This a collaboration between two people who believe in the truest kind of love patchworkbutterfly and my dear friend alabamawhirly. We have collected the most beautiful vintage tins and boxes and filled them with the hope of love and kisses. A gift of love with knitted eternal mistletoe and a hand embroidered heart with the words kiss me quick, squeeze me slow underneath the mistletoe.To give to those you love, or those who don't know you love them yet, or those who you just want to kiss.
You can find these tins in my shop

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

who cares about the microwave and the table

Where do you start in trying to sort through a lifetimes collection. Over the past few weeks this is what we have been trying to do. Making sense of another persons life through the things they have collected throughout their life time and now left behind. From the everyday, mundane, junk to the precious stuff.
Its a bit like what do you take from the fire?
You have a life, how much of another's possessions do you want or need in your world?
Where do you start? 
Well for me it was the places where people put things that they may not want found. In the secret drawers in the ottoman at the bottom of the bed which seemingly looks full of blankets then you look and you find diaries, things they have made and photos.
It turns out most of the things I have kept are the precious things, they  are seemingly the  mundane things but  for me they hold the most meaning as they were the things that had been kept for years, like a beautiful vintage stapler and hole punch they look so beautiful, the tea service used on high days and holidays, your button box, the diaries, the roses dug up from the garden as they hold a very dear and special place, the sewing box all ragged and just as you left it the day you left this life, half sewn things, little bits of lace, threads and scraps of fabric, your little tins of stamps. I didn't give a toss about the table or microwave I left that to the people who care about that stuff, but they miss the details of what makes a person who they are. You look so beautiful in your photo I would love to have known you then!

Friday, 21 September 2012

There is no beauty without strangeness

Thankyou to Medusa Apothecary one of my favourite little places in the world, has yet again introduced me to something beautiful, astounding, challenging  a book of perfume. Each perfume by ETAT LIBRE d'oRANGE a chapter in a story for the nose. They have created remarkable and unusual scents that have a timeless potential, they talk of their scents being "luxurious and daring elegant and subversive honest and mysterious"
Forget ostentatious packaging they are all a about simple elegance, and then there are the scents, they took me to so many places, they are not for the faint-hearted, they  challenge, evoke deep forgotten feelings and bring about spontaneous urges.
You just want the stories to scent the air as soon as you stumble across ETAT LIBRE d'ORANGE, with over 25 perfumes to choose from you are spoilt for choice, some of my favourite for their scents or just pure devilment are Delicious closet queen, Jasmin et cigarette, Secretions Magnifique, Vraie Blonde
Fat Electrician -  which I love, this scent is of beauty lost.
His beauty would have been his greatest asset. A midnight cowboy, his splendour was consumed in the service for others. Now, a fat electrician in New Jersey, he is cursed with the memory of his glory days. Because all beauty carries within itself the knowledge that it cannot last...
Vetiver, chestnut cream, olive leaves, vanilla, opoponax, myrrh...

and this well.......... just a brilliant name and story for a scent
Don't get me wrong baby I don't swallow

It begins with a hand on the nape of a neck, a hand that demands a fresh caress. An embrace reveals a bouquet of white flowers, and unfurls on accords of amber solaire, almond, sugar cane and marshmallow. There is the chocolate taste of a tender mouth, and then a whisper: Don’t get me wrong baby, I don’t swallow..
Jasmine, lily of the valley, orange blossom, amber, patchouli, cocoa, musk, marshmallow...

As I said not for the faint hearted thank goodness! These are exciting, refreshing, challenging, liberating and scents that give you freedom to play. I love them! 

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

its all our responsibility

 As any responsible or un-responsible adult knows, its our job to make the best memories for children. My childhood was beautiful along with my treasured brother and sister, full of fun, laughter, camping under the stars, swimming in the river, drawing, making and our heads full to brimming with family stories and  legends told to us by our dad. Who is now still one of the best story tellers I know of course matched only by my sister. So we as a family carry on the traditions making up stories filling the children's heads with magic and proving that make- believe can be real. So on my 40th birthday party at midnight these blanket 1970s monsters came into being in the pitch black chasing  my nephews and nieces around the garden, them screaming, laughing slaying ghosts until their hearts content. This memory will be a treasure forever, these memories shape us and make us who we are however young or old.