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...

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?