Showing posts with label macabre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label macabre. Show all posts

Monday, 12 November 2012

To The Coastline on the Backs of Owls...

... Jazzmin came over to dance in the cold...
Clothing, Accessories and Photography : Flutterbydaisy
Model and MUA : Jazzmin Lowson
Sea Jewellery : The Lysine Contingency

Find my Flower Girl and Woodland accessories in my : Etsy Shop

... look at the other delightful jewels The Lysine Contingency has inside its shop too ...

'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream'
- Mr Poe


... and one for me to keep all the way from over there to over here - thank you for my pretty necklace the owl is sitting in her tree and can leave to fly any time she pleases... if she is feeling happy, if her wings aren't too heavy today, then she will go, 'till then there's nothing to do but stay...

... I went to see the sea and over there I found me... 
... dresses from the deep looking for wardrobes to be hung up in and places to dance ... 

Etsy went to the sea too and found treasure
... of owls and boats:

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

Tales From The Treehouse

It's hard and the bird she said this falling from so far up would hurt most, like when those little ones are learning to fly, which is strange because that's how you explained all this to me; teaching me to fly... so why can't I do it? why do I feel as though my wings were clipped like the crows at The Tower of London? or were you wrong and are you really teaching me how to fall? I guess that would be nice too because if I learn how to do it properly it will hurt less the next time.  Maybe the next time wont come.  I don't want to go, but I can't stay.
I love, my love, for you, for always...

'Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart
And my love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
And I'm feeling fine, we've made it to the coastline'

- The Paper Kites, Featherstone.


Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Ode to St Valentine, whoever he is...

We loved with a love that was more than love ~ Edgar Allan Poe

* Ode to St Valentine Flutterbydaisy collection *

... Beautiful Macabre; heart shaped Etsy findings ...

Where to find them : Art Print : Heart Illustration : Doll : Girl Print : Necklace


Tales From The Treehouse

... something more than can be understood from down here, just felt and overwhelmingly so. There was a song and she sang about what I know it is now, swirling to the sky, I now know because I can feel it; a locked box of erratic moths. I can say the things you say I can't because they are honest, though the future is no longer there not even the then or now because time's not here anymore, it's forever and not at all in the same breath, because that's what complete feels like. I won't wonder and wish or wait and worry; the words are fading into nonsense as I write them beside time and compulsory because they aren't real either; word patterns:thought patterns, pass me an eraser; delete them all... imagine the paper illimitable, not bleak, just positively blank.


Saturday, 7 January 2012

Necklace Love: Macabre to Fairytale, and the curiosities between... Etsy filled day searching through the weird and wonderful... on my way I found these amazing necklaces and clearly want them all... so I thought I'd share my findings with you...
and here's where I found them: * Butterfly Wing * Bee * Real Butterfly * Rabbit * Doll *


Tales From The Treehouse

Falling away in beautiful days, duvet days where it's a tent and the flowers inverted leave shadows on your face. We look at the moon, but I already feel as though I'm there with you... it shines a strange colour and there's a ladder leading, I'm sure it doesn't matter how many runs we climb as long as we were making our way up at the same time. We'll get there one day, or not, but either way the journey will be the loveliest... let's run away to the beach when the sky is clear and read each others words, light fires and move stones with just our minds