A curious mouse.
Thursday
Jake
I've been drawing lots of pictures today, like the quick sketch below of the sea the moon and the boat floating by, and here is one of Jake.
Whispers carried on the breeze
pass me by with hidden smiles.
The waves that rush and sweep past my feet
return once again to the sea.
The stars reflecting upon sapphire surface,
guided by moon we will sail.
Sail, sail where'er swans will lead us,
past mermaid cove and coral lands.
The ghosts be our company,
until we dreamily reach home once again.
pass me by with hidden smiles.
The waves that rush and sweep past my feet
return once again to the sea.
The stars reflecting upon sapphire surface,
guided by moon we will sail.
Sail, sail where'er swans will lead us,
past mermaid cove and coral lands.
The ghosts be our company,
until we dreamily reach home once again.
Tuesday
Little pigs
♥I just thought I'd add this link for some really cute games if you ever get bored, the pig stacking game is the cutest!♥
http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/
http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/
Inspirational words for me today:~
Teacup White mice owl faerie woodland fashion chiffon Dior gold nighttime pretty milk tea sequins stars Paris white lace vintage vanilla sugar cupcake shoes flowers silk silver peaches strawberry winter lantern apple rabbit pocket watch waistcoat gloves toadstool
Oh to have this dress! I have the bag, perfume and rabbit (Jakey). http://www.polyvore.com/milk_tea_in_ferns/set?id=11384535
Inspirations for a faerie skirt? If someone has tips on making a lacy floaty skirt and room decorating ideas (theme: winter fantasy) feel free to comment :)
xoxox
Monday
I am extremely happy today (apart from being told off at work, sigh!) as my Prince and I had a big talk last night and we both feel a lot happier about our situation now.
Pixie is snuggled up in her cotton fluff, and beside her is a strawberry drop half nibbled. The milk drop has dissappeared entirely. Jake is sleepy and is lying on my bed. He finds the heat bothersome and occaisionally hops off the bed to drink from the saucer I have left out for him. He has berry drops to nibble which are placed around the room for him to find.
Pixie is snuggled up in her cotton fluff, and beside her is a strawberry drop half nibbled. The milk drop has dissappeared entirely. Jake is sleepy and is lying on my bed. He finds the heat bothersome and occaisionally hops off the bed to drink from the saucer I have left out for him. He has berry drops to nibble which are placed around the room for him to find.
Things I love today:~
- My Prince
- Black and orange ribbons in the post for Halloween
- Glitter sparkles across my pillow
- My bed ~ so sleepy!
- My new bag and purse ~ cosy, pretty woollyness
I have decided to buy some felt and create little random things, like a pumpkin, toadstool, maybe a bird?
I will find out how to put pictures on here soon, I promise.
xoxox
Thursday
I had a pink donught today, with pink icing and white sprinkles. A treat to cheer myself up. I miss being at university and having something to work towards. My heart drops everytime I think about whats happening between my prince and I. I don't think he loves me anymore. Jake doesn't like it when the tears fall. They make his fur wet.
I am impatiently waiting for autumn to arrive. I can feel it now, summer is gradually fading; the light lingers a little less each night as the weeks pass. Nights are becoming cooler. The leaves are starting to prepare themselves to be swept away in the icy breeze. And yet I feel as though the summer drags. Which is a shame, because summer is beautiful, but I am an autumnal child at heart. I crave the toffee apples, bonfires, pumpkins, fireworks, log fires and wrapping up in layers. The first visit from Jack Frost. Scarves and hats. Steaming cups of tea. Marshmallows. Homemade ginger cookies.
Can't I just grow some irridescent wings and fly away to some place where hearts can't toyed with? That's how things get broken.
I am impatiently waiting for autumn to arrive. I can feel it now, summer is gradually fading; the light lingers a little less each night as the weeks pass. Nights are becoming cooler. The leaves are starting to prepare themselves to be swept away in the icy breeze. And yet I feel as though the summer drags. Which is a shame, because summer is beautiful, but I am an autumnal child at heart. I crave the toffee apples, bonfires, pumpkins, fireworks, log fires and wrapping up in layers. The first visit from Jack Frost. Scarves and hats. Steaming cups of tea. Marshmallows. Homemade ginger cookies.
Can't I just grow some irridescent wings and fly away to some place where hearts can't toyed with? That's how things get broken.
There is a new member of the household, a small delicate 8 week old ball of fluff. A sleepy baby called Pixie, who fits snugly into the palm of my hand. With tiny pink paws and a twitching nose. She nibbles on her first ever strawberry drop whilst taking in her new surroundings. She is enthralled that she has a silver food bowl filled to the brim all for her tiny self. She has yet to learn to make herself a nest from the pale yellow cotton woollyness. For now she sleeps on top of it, curled up and dreaming of faraway adventures. My mother fusses over her, she is not allergic to hamsters like she is to Jake the rabbit. Poor Jake.
Jake is hopping around in the garden, putting on acrobatic displays. He is a performer, he loves to be watched. I listen to the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze. Sitting in the grass holding a warming cup of tea in my hands, I daydream.
I wish we had our swing again, I used to sit outside for hours pondering, imagining, sorting out problems that I may have and working out what I want to achieve in this lifetime. I would even sit out in the rain at times, the big drops splashing down on my face, hiding any tears I had shed. I loved it best in the autumn when there would be a distinct chill in the air, frost forming on leaves, the tendrils of the pumkins growing at the bottom of the garden creeping across the lawn. I would read to myself, or draw whilst gently rocking back and forth on that beloved swing. My father had had to replace the seat several times when the wood would rot and toadstools grew on the edges. Eventually he took it down.
The summer always brings the butterflies and the bees to our garden. I would sit out there all day, if it were not for the fact that I have to drag myself to work. Mum is making vanilla cookie ice cream. She has promised me that she will make strawberry ice cream, using strawberries from the garden. The cat pads over to inspect the blade of grass I hold between my fingers, and then the empty tea cup beside me. He is not really partial to the dregs of tea at the bottom of the cup. He opts for playing with the blade of grass instead. The dog comes running over in her jealousy. She does not like it when the cat gets any attention from me. Tess drops her ball and demands that I throw it for her. I oblige.
Now I have to go to work. I have decided I may have a tea party tonight. With vanilla cookie ice cream.
Jake is hopping around in the garden, putting on acrobatic displays. He is a performer, he loves to be watched. I listen to the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze. Sitting in the grass holding a warming cup of tea in my hands, I daydream.
I wish we had our swing again, I used to sit outside for hours pondering, imagining, sorting out problems that I may have and working out what I want to achieve in this lifetime. I would even sit out in the rain at times, the big drops splashing down on my face, hiding any tears I had shed. I loved it best in the autumn when there would be a distinct chill in the air, frost forming on leaves, the tendrils of the pumkins growing at the bottom of the garden creeping across the lawn. I would read to myself, or draw whilst gently rocking back and forth on that beloved swing. My father had had to replace the seat several times when the wood would rot and toadstools grew on the edges. Eventually he took it down.
The summer always brings the butterflies and the bees to our garden. I would sit out there all day, if it were not for the fact that I have to drag myself to work. Mum is making vanilla cookie ice cream. She has promised me that she will make strawberry ice cream, using strawberries from the garden. The cat pads over to inspect the blade of grass I hold between my fingers, and then the empty tea cup beside me. He is not really partial to the dregs of tea at the bottom of the cup. He opts for playing with the blade of grass instead. The dog comes running over in her jealousy. She does not like it when the cat gets any attention from me. Tess drops her ball and demands that I throw it for her. I oblige.
Now I have to go to work. I have decided I may have a tea party tonight. With vanilla cookie ice cream.
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