Growing Up

"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!"

Twenty-one seems awfully old when you think about it really, at this age most of our grandparents were at least engaged, if not married, and had houses and lives and were ever so grown up.
I feel torn at the moment, one side of me is aching for progress - to change and grow up and become a grown up with blenders and carpets and estate cars and all those other sort of grown up things that seem to appear as people get older. The other side clings on to childhood comforts with an astounding strength, whispering in my ear that once I am grown up I can no longer splash in puddles with glee, create dens with blankets and eat cereal for dinner.
I truly hope I can have both but I have not seen many grown ups who look like they might enjoy splashing in puddles, or other such lovely pursuits, they look like they would rather be perusing the cabinets section in Focus, or something else wonderfully banal.
I wonder if it would be feasible at all to marry my lovely boyfriend, have a nice job and house but yet act ridiculously young - like have a tree house, or some equally fun sort of hideaway in the back garden.

Wintergirl.

I want it to snow. I want it to snow. I want it to snow. It's getting towards Christmas, which has been officially renamed Cutemas in my book, and so I am turning into a child again, with a head spinning with tinsel-fairylights-paper-glitter-singing-smiles. Last night I chased a man dressed as Santa up the road, pulled in a sleigh in turn pulled by a car. I ran and ran and ran and ran, and when I caught up with him he laughed, and gave me a lollypop, and told me I had ovbiously been a good girl this year, so he would see me in a few weeks. Magical. First Christmas with the boy, so exciting, so terrifying, so wonderful all at the same time, need to feed him,sign of love don't you know aha. My NY resolution I think will be to spend more time on here, I love writing blog entries but I never seem to get round to them, and I know I am in trouble with a few people for this.

Missing.

Oh, because you never tried
To bow my will or break my pride,
And nothing of the cave-man made
You want to keep me half afraid,
Nor ever with a conquering air
You thought to draw me unaware --
Take me, for I love you more
Than I ever loved before.

And since the body's maidenhood
Alone were neither rare nor good
Unless with it I gave to you
A spirit still untrammeled, too,
Take my dreams and take my mind
That were masterless as wind;
And "Master!" I shall say to you
Since you never asked me to.

Autumn Dreams from a Knitted Queen

Autumn is coming, it may in fact already be here, hiding slightly behind that corner of the suns last gasp at sunshine. But I am not complaining, oh no no, autumn means hotchocolate-ridingboots-leggings-handknittedjumpers-frostybreath-quietnights-cuddlesunderthefluffet-beautifulcolours-crunchyleaves-jumpinginpuddles-soups-longwalks.

The time when me and him are moving in together is creeping ever closer and bringing with it promises of morning kisses and night time sweet dreams. We will be so content, we just have to hold on through the distance until then, hold onto each other tight.

We must find the perfect place, on the smallest budget possible. I want a tiny cottage, but I know it's probably out of the question, a student and an admin queen can't quite stretch to that sort of thing, no matter how many cabbage roses grow around the door, and how windy the garden path is.

In two weeks I go on an adventure, adventure, adventure. They are one of my favouritest things to do in the world. I am going on a magic bus for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours to meet the boys family for the first time ever, I am nervous, so terribly nervous, what if they think I am not right?

What if they don't think I am the princess for him?

Camera Obscura

So I succumbed to pure vanity and allowed my amazingly talented friend to take some professional photos of me (for his work see http://www.fotu.co.uk).

The shoot was ever so fun, the day was sunny and bright, and the tiny city with the cathedral was full of smiles and laughter.

We got a book from the antique bookshop, and it pained me to return it, it was beautiful, and gilt edged, and whispered of heroes who conquered mythical beasts, of love so great it changed the seasons, and of gods who altered lives on a whim.

My clothes are a mixture of charity shop, vintage and high street, as per normal. The heeled shoes are Kurt Geiger, I got them from the sale at Selfridges in London, the skirt is shockingly enough from New Look, again in the sale, and the vest I found kicking about in the bottom of one of my drawers.



I had so much fun, and so did Chris, so expect to see many more pictures from various other shoots up soon, and any ideas would be most welcome!



The rest of the day was concerned with beautiful cupcakes that tasted like heaven, drinks with old friends, and long bus rides home staring at winding country roads.

I promise for more entries soon, I know how terrible I have been!

New Bedroom, Old Style

Everything has been so crazy, so up and down and all over the place. I've moved this way and that way, and now it would seem I am finally settled I hope.

I have started working on the bedroom I have moved into, but it will be a long and slow process before it is perfect, however I am damn sure to make it a fun one.



This is the material I am using for the curtains, I am not putting them up like proper curtains, I am tying them up with ribbons and bows and the like!



The other end I have tied up with pink ribbon, eventually I will get matching but I am not sure what colour, maybe teal as I want to paint the walls peppermint.

The material I used for the curtains came from my local Scope shop, and with matching pillow cases, cost me £3.50.





This is my new bed covers, also from a charity shop, it makes me think of biscuits in bed, adventures, and cuddles on rainy days.




It's hard being away from him so much, it makes me sad all the time that I can't fall asleep on his chest, or wake up to a morning kiss, but I suppose I should be grateful that I do at least have someone!

Thought of the day - would you rather know everything, or nothing at all?

Love,

Bee

Ahoy Face

I really am getting a touch too addicted to Polyvore, and am forever damning my best friend for setting me on to it.

I cannot stop shouting random Black Books quotes at people, and hardly anybody gets it, it really is quite disappointing, although you do get some amazing looks when attempting to slip phrases such as 'I ate all your bees' in to the conversation.

P.S. I want to be a sailor...

Ahoyface by Boats Birds Bees featuring Diane von Furstenberg