The Cat's Mother

Old Old Fashioned

I study folklore, literally dig down into the past and am learning more about this old city everyday. I volunteer for a charity vintage shop, wander the Edinburgh vaults and read historical novels. I love period dramas and wear secondhand clothes.
I get nostalgic about last week. My feet are on the ground but my head is up in the clouds of yesteryear. I'll get old old fashioned with you.

enitnelaV

Seeing as I don't believe in manufactured affection, I intend to boycott 14th February from here on out, and instead, treat at least a little of every day like the V word. Spread the love, people, it makes the world go round.

Valentina

Love yourself as well as you love others.

& In The Endless Pause There Came The Sound Of Bees

This week was for dreaming about paper planes.
...for The Magnetic Fields.
...for getting a new job.
...for Michael Steven;

The Portrait
The day hardened with every sigh.
Something old returned -
Something new was forgotten.

Finally, we had reason to be still:
leaning on our tiny secrets
as if they were about to escape.

Port Waikato
Bone white -
her bare arms bent
at the elbow:

inside the soft flesh there,
as shadow. She digs her heels
into the dark sand:

her face tilted towards
the sun: her wet hair falling
wherever it chooses -

over the stones hurled
at seagulls by children howling
from the dunes: beyond

bright lines of endless breakers
where mist sits unreal
& refuses to lift.

...for finding fitting answers to unspoken questions.




...for being not heartbroken, for getting out of bed bright and early, for working hard, for doing anything to be happy, for knowing that Spring is on its merry way, for coming home and for all things hopeful.


Noah and the Whale - Blue Skies

The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future

"And that maybe we only fall in love to have something to do,
But what a lonely and tasteless and bitter excuse
When you're starving to death, even fingers will do.
Cutting out our own organs and limbs to make fuel
For a ship that set sail with a wiry crew.
And the paper boy's there, and the butcher, and you,
And you navigate lost in your vessel of glue
And banana peel, vinyl and driftwood and news,
Tossing violently in your sleeps as you move
Through a simmering ocean of broken-heart stew."

- Amanda Palmer, The Sugar Club, 16/02/09

Frightened Rabbit - Swim Until You Can't See Land

Dip your toes in the water and soon you will see

that it is the same ocean as is in front of me.

With our toes in the water of the same sea,

we are practically touching, you and me.

Keep Calm and Carry On

More snow. Post for my precious. The naked women of Dali and Klimt. My plant falling out of flower. My budgie memorial. A message or two.