i ♥ lists
image source: papermash i love lists listography … fill-in journals papermash: letterpress i ♥ lists sheets (pictured above) hula’s lists make me happy work. life. play. generate your own lists to look like library cards today i will … hooray! found grocery lists: the site. the book. the top 10 Share → Tweet
tuesdays
we have decided that tuesdays are not for racing home from work, cooking dinner and slumping, slack-jawed on the couch in front of the telly (not that we have one). tuesdays are for venturing out to see what goodies london has to offer. tonight, our first successful excursion, began with wine at vinoteca; with me looking totally white middle-class, swilling my wine & sniffing at it looking all fancy & shit after going to a wine tasting course last saturday with husband & friends. it gets really busy in there... Read The Rest →
postcards from hampshire (and a giveaway)
dear friends, i am super excited to share with you some photos from the english countryside and offer you a delightful giveaway. – i don’t want to see the postcards, take me straight to the giveaway – today i spent the day with my dear friend caroline , who loves walking in the countryside as much as more than i do and always obliges me with a walk when i escape to visit her in her slice of english paradise. today, we were dropped off at west meon and spent... Read The Rest →
alter ego revisited
i wrote a blog post a while ago about my alter ego. since then i have actually incorporated some of those things into my everyday life; things like cowboy boots and a hat, spots with stripes and pretty frocks over jeans. i am still working on the tattoo (but i’ve been looking for something for years & still not found anything that moves me enough to have it permanently etched on my skin). so, now i dig a little deeper and have come up with the following list (still to... Read The Rest →
postcards from york
a day trip to york by train: just because…. york streets… beautiful old buildings everywhere. york city walls; the main reason for our visit more of the walls… … … pieces and responses, york minster york minster. ridiculously opulent, and impossible to photograph, even with a 10-22mm wide-angle lens york minster el piano, grape lane. awesome vegetarian/vegan/gluten-free restaurant where we stuffed ourselves silly the pasty: quintessentially english. a hot meal in pastry. next stop, NEW york, usa (end of feb). postcards from there too, i promise xxx Share → Tweet
postcards from stoke newington
poet’s road. found by accident on the way to somewhere else. haiku(ish) fun he’s won all the toys but got no-one to play with hollow victory a pair of lovely shoes. left outside by a wheelie bin, hackney. tea & cake. an excellent combination lovely sugar lumps food & travel (& photography). three of my loves. tea rooms, stoke newington. quite good actually. polaroid sx-70, 600 film (i think) Share → Tweet
cherry-blossom laughter falling
my real name is leoniewise yesterday my name was plague of the bewildered poet today my name is cherry-blossom laughter falling tomorrow my name will be smell of freshly polished silverware my secret name is glittering mermaid lazing in a clawfoot bath you can call me heavy warm treacle, pollinating the air with my humming okay, your turn… what’s your name today? what can i call you…? Share → Tweet
buttered side down
everything is going to be alright. unknown (if you know who the photographer is, please tell me so i can credit them) so, now there’s been a great breaking down, days where my toast would have landed on the floor buttered side down if i’d dropped it, what happens next? natalie goldberg, in her marvellous book writing down the bones says: you can’t go deep into your writing and then step out of it, clamp down, go home, “be nice”, and not speak the truth. if you give yourself over... Read The Rest →
dancing with ants
speak the truth. unknown. (if you know who the photographer is, please tell me so i can credit them) suddenly everything has piled on top of me at once and i can’t see my way out. i am fucking angry right now with some parts of my life, yet i’m not doing anything to change them. i’m feeling lost. worthless. might as well be dancing with ants (it would be just as useful). i have watched Gabrielle Bouliane, speak to me about things i already know and am still not... Read The Rest →
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i am the wind screaming across the canterbury plains i am the untranslatable language of dolphins i am undiscovered life-forms at the bottom of the ocean i am the last cookie in the jar i am all those words you wish you’d never spoken aloud i am the arms of time, pulling us all a little closer to death i am in two places at the same time i am the five pound note that went through the wash in a pocket of your jeans i am one left shoe... Read The Rest →