Athena Miller in her Flutterbydaisy Dress; Mad for Tea; and Knitting Pretty...

* Athena Miller in her Flutterbydaisy Dress *

Love these photos Athena sent me today... very Alice in Flutterland...

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Tales from The Treehouse

Today disappeared. Laughing with my lil bro that boredom caught on until I tea stained almost the entirety of my wardrobe in the sink ... now everything matches. Thinking up frills to wear tomorrow for doing nothing with you, I'm thinking something tea stained, clearly, wrapped in a red bow to let go of the sparkles we're buying before we do and eat lunch; we like plans when they are to do nothing. The rest of my non-day was spent knitting, there I sat, here, I have lots of knittedness in the making for a few lovelies...Knit knit... lala knit... la la...full of wool. It would be nice in the morning of the postman posted me my camera films *crosses fingers and toes* typing of postmen - the case of the missing package was open, had chapters and is now solved and Sabines dresses are safe home with her to dance in for New Years hurrah!

I hope you all have a beautiful one filled with Magic and sparkles xx

Daisy Daisy, la la la lala la... and all those birds

... I got me a bike ...

... Then I went for a ride around ...

... She comes from here : www.eastcoastbicycles.co.uk ...

... and was delivered by two Xmas Elves ...

... Then I was happy ...

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Tales from The Treehouse

I couldn't sleep, even though I made new feathers for my nest. It was just the same as the past time when I could only sleep as your parrot, like that poem I wrote you, but this time I'm the bird girl; He landed in my garden, I wanted to feed him but every time I got too close he flew away. Always the same, always birds, sparrows and nests... why? because all those flutters they make make me happy, but don't talk about their cages, they don't like that... even if the cages are as big as the world and more beautiful. This is all I've learned about my birds... that and I probably couldn't be happy without them, in that case I'd probably become one.

The Moon, The Star, Shuna's Video and The Magic Lady...

* SHUNA in her Magical video wearing her Flutterbydaisy dress *

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Tales from the Treehouse

She was standing, stooping, swaying, velvet purse in hand, lips coral, fabric long and hair longer, silver threaded and weaved. I saw her see me... she is The Moon, The Star and no cards in between : telling me to be patient, to wait through a storm that is here or coming, in the end it could be possible, whatever it may be... but beware The Moon especially when it's looking. I wonder where she went when she left, walking, gait irregular and strange... She could have been the future, the past or from another time all together, she was definitely not from the here and now. Beautiful, effortless, ageless and made of pure magic...

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A Pretty Packet...

* Lola *

Today a pretty polka dot packet arrived from the postman tied with a red ribbon, inside was a present; this print of Lola from my petal Luna ... here is her website : lunaviola.com :

I miss all the past times, the flat eggs, the Big Red drinking sessions, the hangovers, Spaghetti House, friends on TV, our rooms, moving, over coffee gossip and all the times in between... Sending Luna lots of love from all the way over here xxx

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Tales from the Tree House

Never ending mornings and my curtains make everything look like summer and you say it's like another world. We can go to our usual and order our usual from the bear man after watching bad movies with saltcorn; we're here for the snacks. Homemade soup and gifts and then I start to daydream but stop myself just in time, because I don't have to anymore...

Playing with Cameras in The Garden...

Some photos printed from a shoot a couple of months ago when it was still warm enough to dance around the garden in a summer dress, just. We took our old and new cameras to play...

* Film prints by Mike Blowman *

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Tales from The Treehouse

I'm trying to be healthy and I think I'm allergic to it ... my body is unsure what to do with all this fruit and soup inside and keeps asking me where all the caffeine is at. Berries in my washing and not even a bubble in my bath. My bed is a nicer place to be now though... also because sometimes, like in a minute you rock up at my door, I like that. That other place seems so far away right now, and more, and I don't much mind it seems - I guess here is growing on me again; moss not mould... but not for long because the middle of nowhere calls, like now, but in reality and with more fields...

Between a Raven and a Writing Desk...

Alice in Wonderland 'Drink Me' Pendant

by The Mymble's Daughter

...I wore it here : love it...

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Tales from The Treehouse

Sewing thread and wrapping jersey over wire; a flower. Finished a dress, packed wrapped... time went slow and then too fast some of it went away because the Clock ran out of tick. Walking around The North Point, seeing what you saw; the walking grey... I try not to breathe it in, and them: they see me see them so I blink longer. A wall of wool is the only wall there that looks the same, it all smells the same though and I remember that dream I kept having about being stuck in this place. You have to pay at the front so I did. Now I'm going to knit it all together. Would be lovely to visit the day we sat listening to Golden Oldies and sewing sparkles on to butterfly wings; there was no grey then... Where did all those colours go?