Musings - Romantic notions...

I have this vision; it comes to me when I am listening to a particularly beautiful song. It is a flash of a story, maybe an inner desire, an idea?

I am slow dancing in a darkened room with a man. A band plays on a stage behind us, wooden floors are beneath our feet, light comes from a dimmed shiny ball above us. It’s warm but not hot, there may well be a crowd of dancers around us but we are not conscious of it. This man, this mystery dancer, is holding me close with one hand at the small of my back, the other hand hovering as if to cup my face. His brown eyes set in a pale face search mine, glance to my lips, his breathing shallow. This dance, this embrace, this song, this room has us bound together in an oblivion of anticipation.



He closes his eyes and in that moment I almost feel a kiss like a shiver of breath on the back of my neck…

And at that point a new song starts to play and my vision fades but it is always the same man, same room and same feeling of being completely and utterly overwhelmed by one person.

If only… :) xx


- Posted with music playing...

Photo - Union Jack...

If she is going to win an Olympic Gold some day I think she needs to work on her stamina...


:) xx


- Posted on the move...

Musings - Rohan...

It is not often nowadays that Rohan takes the time to humour us with her presence. She is either hiding up stairs in her bed, sneaking behind the curtains to sit on the windowsill or making the point of avoiding us by stalking off.

But sometimes she comes for a cuddle and it is absolutely adorable...


:) xx


- Posted on the move...

Photo - Disney...

This photograph is of a bag from the Disney store...


Inside it hides a stuffed dog of the Lady and the Tramp variety just waiting to jump out.

You see, on Friday, my baby turns one!!!! And as she loves both dogs and Disney we thought it only fitting that this bag should be nestled amongst all her other gifts.

I can't wait to see her face... :) xx


- Posted on the move...

Musings - Game show / five things / past men...

Last night I had a very bizarre dream... It involved a Game Show, Five men who have cropped up at some point during my thirty one years and five objects.

The idea of the game show was that the men had been asked to provide:
- A flower
- A book
- A trinket
- A dress
- A song
...with the idea in mind that they were trying to pick each item in an effort to show that they knew me best.

I was then presented with the five flowers, five books etc and had to pick one of each that I felt most represented me and my tastes.

Then if it happened that any man did not get any of his items picked he was automatically out of the competition. Following me so far?

I can remember clear as day picking out my items:
- Dyed mauve Gerberas
- Persuasion by Jane Austen
- A pewter bookmark with a ruby and Angel pendant
- A duck egg blue dress in a similar style to the red dress that Julia Roberts wears when she goes to the opera in Pretty Woman.
- Colours by Amos Lee

And every item I picked had been presented by one man... a man who seemingly knew me more than I knew myself...

So heavy red curtains opened to reveal four rejected men, I could not see their faces but I FELT that they were people I had known. Then I had to walk down the grand staircase to meet this magical mysterious man, dressed in a tux holding out a bouquet of mauve gerberas.

And just as his face was about to come in to focus, to reveal my soul mate... I woke up!

Absolutely typical! :) xx

Musings - Like any good woman...

I have pondered all day about what this post should be about. I set myself a challenge last year to write a post every day for a year, this is the first day that I have not been able to come up with anything. My mind is blank.

You see... I don't want to write another post about Motherhood, even though I love it, or randomly take part in one of the writing challenges I have found recently, even though I love that too. Or post a photograph which is often a cop out.

You see (bare with me)... today I feel discombobulated and I wanted to tell you about it. You, the random public who I know so little about yet feel I can often spill my heart to.

You see (still there?)... by discombobulated I mean I am ill at ease with myself, I feel itchy in my body, my mind refuses to sit still and every few moments I sigh. Sigh like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and an icy fist squeezing at my insides. It sounds fanciful but I am feeling fanciful.

Like any good woman I have the need to be alone. To curl up with a blanket, a soppy movie, a mug of hot chocolate and a good cry. And like any good woman I don't really know the reason why. Or rather I do but won't admit it, not to me or you my random public.

Sigh... See!

"Oi with the poodles already!" Yeah, I said it for you! :) xx

Photos - Glamming it up...

I love Christmas, the snow, the singing, the presents, the love... And the decorations!

Here is a little glimpse of what our house looks like this year... :) xx

The Fireplace.

A tiny bit of the tree.

Poem - To Leave

To Leave

Take up your hand and hold it to my heart;
It beats for you,

Listen to my breathing, shallow, painful;
A soul trembles at your touch,

Look into the blue that’s enraptured by this moment;
My eyes crave every detail,

Move closer and take note our reaction;
I feel that you feel,

Whisper those secrets you can no longer keep;
You love me,

Kiss me and seal your confession and make this real;
For I taste your confusion,

Don’t let go… your hand drops… why is it that you cry;
Please… please don’t say goodbye;

Your words ache, you will love me all your life time;
You can’t stay?

I counter, I will love you all my life time;
But not this, never on this day.