Can you stand on your head?

{this little girls name is Iza. she is the sweetest thing.}

when did bath time stop being fun?
i guess a lot of things lose their excitement as we get older.
it's sad, really.

If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.

My Grandparents on the night of their engagement.
one day when I'm married, I'd like to be as happy as they are.

I think my gran looks pretty and my Pops, dashing.



I do wish they lived next door so i could hop the fence and visit,
to hear stories about my Pops childhood in Madeira and coming to South Africa alone as a seventeen year old with R50 in his back pocket.
And to bake biscuits with my gran.


Just like when i was a little girl.


-Patterns exam tomorrow,if I fail it,I fail the year. No pressure.-

Who's been painting my roses red?

{not my polaroid}

marry me and build me a tee-pee,
so we can sit in the garden and pretend we are not here.

marry me and write me a song,
so they'll know you loved me long after we're gone.

marry me now.
while I'm still young.
ill make toffee apples and we'll bask in the sun.





[Had my plaster removed today.Seriously hardcore scare left behind...]

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Jenny Curran: Why are you so good to me?
Forrest Gump: You're my girl!
Jenny Curran: I'll always be your girl.

Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.

I have so much work to do today.
drawing and beading and cutting and pasting.
usually when i have a lot of work, i find other things to do.

like look at blogs and such.

i love these illustrations by Esther Kim

Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.

so, turns out.
those recurring stomach pains weren't from stress.
my appendix was trying to let me know it needed some time out.
I didn't wanna listen.
so it burst.
spent three nights in the hospital.
but I'll post soon. Just gotta get me better.

i don't know if its the medication or lack of fresh air-but I'm thinking with an Alabama/Texan accent. is that normal?

the grandparents arrive tomorrow. can't wait.

Well, I must say, I've never heard it that way before.

Lately, when i am stressed out, my body reacts by going into distress.
and then i suffer from the most intense stomach pains i have ever experienced.

I have procrastinated and now i have a large sum of work i need to get done.
and my body doesn't like it.

i cannot take it.

and when you reach the end... Stop.

run, run as far as you can.
along the way you might see your gran.

[pffft.]

im my own biggest fan.
nah, i kid.
I'm yours.

Oh yes mustard! That'll do... Mustard? Don't let's be silly. Now lemon, that's different...

Yes, we can!

[I'm glad he is running the US now. they need a change]






im sad.
its silly, really.
silly girl stuff.

Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?

Big people, big decisions.
Nasty people, nasty words.
Silly people, silly actions.

The middle is where i always am.
The girl who didn't get picked for a team.
"I can do it, I can, i promise."
but its her, isn't it?

Hard to breathe.
Have to breathe.