Wear it, and life will be awesome

Hi Friends!

This is yours truly in my bespoke headress by Caroline Mitchell. Anyone who has been following this blog for a little while will know I'm obsessed with headpieces, and wear/lust after them all the time.

I can't recommend Caroline highly enough, if you're yearning for a custom-made headpiece; she's a joy to work with!!

Balm for the terrors of 3am

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web of colours gay

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down on Camelot

....

Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right --

The leaves upon her falling light --

Thro' the noises of the night,

She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darkened wholly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high,

Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,

And around the prow they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they crossed themselves for fear,

All the Knights at Camelot;

But Lancelot mused a little space

He said, "She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

The Lady of Shalott."

-Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Alvin Ailey

I tried to find a clip of 'Revelations' to post here, but while they are so beautiful to me, they're not of the highest quality to share...especially if you haven't experienced Ailey's work before.
That being said, I watch videos of different performances of sections of his iconic 'Revelations' a lot... heart quake every single time.

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

"I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."

Khaled Hosseini

"Now i am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again."

Frank O’Hara

"The room is full of the incandescence you poured into me. The room will explode when I sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. I don’t hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find it’s way into my blood and make it rise."

Anaïs Nin

He would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was - a woman.

Washington Irving.

There’s a way to be good again. Khaled Hosseini

We call them faerie. We don’t believe in them. Our loss. Charles de Lint  

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis  

Whatever comes,” she said, “cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

“This tremendous world that I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” Kafka