Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Yay! Who doesn't love a survey? Back in the day, I filled these babies out a little too often then I'd care to admit. I stumbled across this one a little while ago. Each question needs to be answered along with a photo. Sounds like my kind of survey...

1. your hair?
Is blonde and wavy.

2. Cats or Dogs?

3. your father: is wonderful.

4. your favorite holiday? Christmas.

5. your favourite thing in your room? My jewlery holding branch.

6. your favorite drink? Apple juice, Eggnog, Mojito’s, and wine.

7. your dream/goal? I wouldn't mind being marc jacob's muse. How cool would that be?! I have a lot of goals for myself. I'd like to open my own shop and have my studio there. Or be a writer. Or a photographer. But I must be a traveller.

8. the room you are in? My bedroom.

9. what is your hobby?
taking photos.
making things.
collecting teacups and perfume bottles.
having long nights with friends.

10. what is your fear? Failure.

11. where were you last at lunch time yesterday? With my fantastic long-time friend Katie at a new cafe, Tangerine.

12. something you are not? Timid.

13. muffins: are great. But I prefer cupcakes.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

I dream about the forests more than anything else. To sleep under a canopy of leaves, with only the light of moon beams and twinkling stars to brighten my surroundings. To surround myself in the landscape that fairy tales were made for. To run through the trees, and rest my head upon the wildflower beds.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Bluebirds fly

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?