Inspire me, again...

- Lolita -

Clothing : Flutterbydaisy

Photography : Fox Harvard

Model : Alexx Bouchard

In love with this set from Fox Harvard, unfortunately the box of Dresses, Pixie Tops and frills that were sent back after this shoot went missing... A fairy post-person I obviously presume... she will look better on her delivery rounds now at least... I decided to re-create this collection piece by piece over these next months in-between my other ideas and collaborations, so keep an eye out here, on my FB Page and in my Etsy Shop for these additions frill by frill...

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Speaking of which...

I found more delights for you from Etsy Land

Nature, Butterflies and Oddities:

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

In between sewing, There are bunnies:

In between bunnies, there's sewing... I've now finished all the custom orders that stole me from view... I'm back and have lacy ideas. Can't wait to unravel them from my head, make them into things and send them to Etsy searching for wardrobes...

Bunnies everywhere... I found this a while ago on Instagram, saved as 'Lilly_Maria' but that link doesn't seem to work ... thought I'd share it with you anyway because it's pretty...

(If you know the credit let me know and I'll update this)

Pretty Parcels, vinegar and brown paper, like the Nursery Rhyme, but without the vinegar, make that Lavender. Sometimes I loose my mind in here; find me, please. Falling down and bumping my head, not sure anymore who will tumble down after. I hope he would. I think he would. I must dry out some more flowers, in big books that smell like time that no one reads anymore.

Tales from The Treehouse

Just found my old blog, it wasn't hiding... wrote this 8 years ago, doesn't feel that long but I guess could read that way, even though I feel almost exactly the same...

"I don't know. It's not easy to say what's happening inside here where I am. The door is locked and on the outside I hear them screaming... under the door, the crack of light I see ten piles of oranges. The smell rises up into me of dying beetles....

Where am I? Lost inside -

Drag my fingernails along the ground. A cold pavement. Gravel. Bleeding. Is this it? the place where you have taken.... me.... taken. Am I to go now through the crack in the door 'drink me' shrink small? is that it? my name is not Alice sir!"

A Fairy Story found me again and then I got lost...

On an Etsy late night tour again, between knitting rows of dresses I found these lovely pieces of a fairy story, so of course I thought I'd share them with you...

Where to find them: * Paper Doll * Bed * Ring * Art Box * Pendant *

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Tales from The Treehouse

Lost in a paper doll world, pins, hinges. A shadow puppet I found by the window danced. We were so tiny we could fit under the bedroom door like a secret letter addressed to Geppetto. Soon we will be real. The brightest star is already there, she said we have to wish. But first let's go play in the garden. It's so big because we are so small and it will take forever to see it all...

The photographer stole my breath: they do that sometimes

I came across : www.aelalabbe.etsy.com

and now I'm in love

Go see her work because it's beautiful...

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Last night I stayed awake until this morning. It started with a loose end and finished with my camera remote. I customise things now more than before. Up-cycle. Outfit on LookBook, Garments on Etsy. Seven places at the same time non have meaning, and my head spins.... I'm also in the middle of joining Model Mayhem - as Photographer/Fashion Designer. Not sure if it will find me more prettiness in the world to collaborate with, but we shall see. That word just got stuck; sometimes people aren't what they say... recently, sneaky, bleak. But let's not talk about that now. I was wondering about acquaintances too : there are many he said... then sent me a photo of the sky where I got lost before. But not friends he said. I get it I said. he said I said. We said. Then I stopped talking. I should go next week, unsure why. Either and both the same until I make things up, believing them gets me into trouble. A song just came on; I was five again. Impossible, then sad. I want to get lost in the sky for real, but for now my room is what will keep me; there's no-one in there and right now I like that.