A List.

a quick note

My little page has had a few changes, and I changed the name as well - 'Postcards to the Moon' is replacing 'Rabbit Heart', as I think it might be a teeny bit more exiting. You see, I simply copied the latter from the Florence and the Machine, but I came up with the former by myself.

Ella through windows

I am going to try again. My mind is all in a terrible muddle, and I simply don't know what I can write that may be interesting, and even more so, I don't know why it even matters. I will try to write about little trivial matters that may interest me, snippets of my pictures, of my life, of clothes and films that I like, instead of poetic passages with pretty words. I wish so much that I could write something lovely and creative, but it just sets me up for perfectionism and that won't do at all! I wonder sometimes if all girls, girls that I admire, perhaps have these doubts about their own work, but often I feel as if it is only me who is unsatisfied, which is ridiculous of course. Enough of this silly moping!

Above, the picture is from my latest photographic pursuits... I have hundreds of ideas that float around in my mind for pictures, never ending rows of trees with blurred girls in white dresses and glitter and flowers and angular bones... images that I am going to capture that will inspire awe in others, which of course is an extremely idealistic dream as I feel my ideas are particularly unoriginal. The thought of all the photographs in the world makes me feel all funny (sort of like thinking about the universe and all the never ending stars), as I think, how am I to do something that has never been done before? My darling parents have been helping me to make a darkroom, which is nearly finished, and I suppose all I can do is keep taking photographs, as its one of the few things that I really really do love.

p.s I do tend to babble alot, you may need to get your skim-reading glasses on!

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Brrrr

It froze over last night. I woke up with my warm breath fogging the ice cold air and my nose bright cherry red, poking over the sheets. Frost is so pretty, isn't it? Its almost as everything is wearing a glittery party dress - everything sparkles! It seems that beautiful things can be rather dangerous, as a combination of the slippery steps and the lack of grip on my ankle boots resulted in me falling flat on my back. I will have to be more careful tomorrow!

A few nights ago I watched Titanic, one of my favourite films ever, for the first time in 5 years. I sobbed and sobbed. My throat stung, my cheeks burnt, my heart was as cold as Atlantic ice. I hadn't cried so hard in a very long time... it shattered me into a million pieces. But the shards were pieced back together so much more painlessly and quickly than before. It really was a wonderful feeling... just feeling.

Cards

Today is a marvelous day for sitting inside by the fire, winter is here and the time has come to eat chocolate biscuits and drink tea.

I have been knitting, very slowly of course - a scarf - foolishly made from very fine, 4 ply, bright red wool. Its coming along but with the wool being so little - its taking such a long time. I can't wait to be able to knit jumpers for myself... I want to make a black and white one with little hearts on it. Today I bought a remote for my digital camera - I am totally fed up with having to put it on self timer and then scramble about and usually muck up the shot... it should be very useful, hopefully!

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Some of the prints I made yesterday. Aren't darkrooms quite spooky places though - you are all alone in the dark, doors locked, taps dripping... oh I find it quite scary, but ever so enchanting at the same time! Anyhow its nearly lunchtime, and I am still in my jim jams, so I must go and get changed and tidy my little room and then perhaps watch 'I Capture the Castle' with a cup of tea.

A x

Tap Tap Swing Jive

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Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

A secret wish, since I was a tiny girl, was to be a singer... however I was gifted with neither the voice nor the confidence to fulfill this rather idealistic dream!

Adding to my list of virtues - two left feet... oh the cruelty! I can quite happily bop about at a disco, but when it comes to learning routines and moves... my, it quite goes out the window - dignity and all! Recently though, I have been going to dancing classes at University, learning Jive and Salsa (!) Its not quite as bad as I thought - I might even admit that i am enjoying clomping my way through basic moves. The next G. R. though...? Perhaps not!

(More wishes) ; that I was a slender and graceful ballet dancer, that I could do gymnastics, that I could sing beautifully, that I could play harp and drums. That's all at the moment.

p.s developed a roll of film today all by myself - going in earlier tomorrow to make prints! A day is always so much lovelier if you have something to look forward to, don't you think?

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