as i write, we should have long disembarked a satellite and descended the 'umbilical cord' to be reborn into the heart of paris.
but apparently we couldn't convince my inner ear to follow. labyrinthitis (K thinks it sounds like another name for the cyprus problem) has grounded our plans.
so, dizzy and just a little disillusioned, i'm reminiscing of when a pair of little feet first discovered the city of light.
jeune fille rurale: so glad to have finally traced the source of this beautiful image that has been with me for a while. i've never seen pastoral/folk done as artfully as imke klee.
[kate moss jacket // mid-19th century american dress]
another neo-peasant favourite from the vestiaire de jeanne
a tall stack of large buttery bunnies was also baked, mostly late at night so that a. wouldn't be tempted to 'help'. every silly one of them needs a ribbon bow by tomorrow morning and, as i tie each one on, i can use the small eternity to ponder the sort of love that makes us do this to ourselves!
having waited so long for a child, there is a rather surreal feeling about doing any of this at all...
[taking an inspiring leaf out of this blog and this]
things have been getting a little grittier since, more reserved and reduced, but some elements will be revisited in different ways. after all, that balance is still in need of redressing.