More photos of Dakota Fanning at her senior prom.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Prom Date
After going stag last year looks like Dakota Fanning managed to snag herself a date for senior prom.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Not Long Now...
Hope you have a great weekend. I am one of those looking forward to the Royal Wedding which is only hours away. I am about to head home to immerse myself in the coverage! I can't wait to see her dress! See you next week...
New Things
We've had another influx of new things at Black & Spiro this week. The new blue and white inlay chest of drawers which we have placed in our front window with the butterfly fabric is very beautiful. We also have new pale pink cockatoo lamps which we've had custom made for our store, lots of new cushions in fabrics I bought when we were overseas earlier this year, a pair of antique armchairs and yet another delivery of our special blue and white ginger jars.
It certainly has been a busy week getting all of our new things into the shop. Here are a couple of photos I thought you might like to see. The colourful, mismatched and at times very wild style we seem to be known for is very noticeable in these pictures.
I can't believe it's Friday tomorrow already and another long weekend. I don't know about you but I'm finding it hard to fit everything I need to do into these short weeks!!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
because i love you
weheartit
I remember that day in bed when my ear was pressed against his chest; his heart beat was beating loudly in that perfect body of his and his vibrating voice echoed through. I could feel it too. I counted that he had 23 birthmarks on his stomach, tracing them with the tip of my fingers. We talked for a long time in that position, talked about life, music, love, our love, him, me, us, everything.
We noticed that the sun had gone down and decided to grab something to eat. We raided the fridge, eating with our fingers in our underwear on the kitchen floor. He started playing on his acoustic guitar, his eyes shut, making that silly face. But suddenly, he stopped.
He looked up, smiled at me and bent over to kiss me. I giggled. Then he let go of the guitar to sit closer to me so he could hug me. I asked him why he got so lovey dovey all of a sudden. He replied with another kiss and said because he loved me. I loved him too, very much, and I told him that.
We stared into each others' eyes for a long time and I could feel the tears building up behind mine.
‘’You’ve never seen me cry have you?’’ I asked.
‘’No, and I hope that I never will.’’ He replied back with a serious voice.
But he did.
The salty water just came pouring down my face while he, confused, tried to wipe them away with his thumbs and kisses.
‘’Why are you crying?’’ He asked, almost crying himself.
‘’Because I love you.’’ I hated how desperate I sounded.
‘’But why are you crying then?’’
I didn’t know how to tell him. Tell him that he was the only boy in the world that could make me feel so happy and sad at the same time, tell him how lost I feel when he’s not around, how jealous I get when I’m with him that I swear I could hurt somebody. Tell him that I’m so in love with him and the love we shared, so happy that he was the one I woke up to everyday, even though he snores fucking loud sometime. Tell him that when he talks my whole body shivers, how when he kisses me I forget to breath sometimes, how I feel like a little girl when he puts my hair behind my ears, even though I hate how I look with my hair like that. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t understand why he loved me. So I simply replied:
‘’Because I love you.’’
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
how much you meant to me
bryannecarruther
The moon. I have always been drawn to it. Connected, in some inexplicable way. A silent kinship. There’s the moon, asking to stay. All my life, I’ve regarded it with a solemn reverence. For the tempestuous storm it brews. The ebb and flow. Love, lust, and longing. Sorrow and anguish. Strength and hope. Brazen resilience. An image of change. Of life itself. Birth and death and rebirth. Continuous incontinuity. Everything amounts to this enormous beauty I know I will never fully be able to grasp. In all this, the moon reflects the heart of life. The kaleidoscope flux of the soul. The moon. It’s a cause for introspection. A mirror of who I have been, and a promise of who I can become.
I changed when you came into my life. Time and experience had left me rough around the edges. I learned to get on, without needing anything or anyone else. I never wanted to be different or try and be better for any other person. But then you happened. You showed me what it was to love. How beautiful it could be to share something like that with another person. And then I wanted to be better for you all of the time. For some reason, I was never able to do it. It took losing you for me to realise what an awful person I had become by the end of our relationship. I couldn’t see it then, the way I do now. The truth is that I mistreated you. I was selfish, unreasonable, and immature. You did not deserve it. I need you to know how sorry I am for who I was. I want you to know that I know I was unfair to you, and that I regret it deeply. For as much as I loved you, I never ever should have treated you the way I did. I am so sorry. I don’t know how or why I became that person, but she isn’t someone I would recognize now.
When our relationship ended, I found myself down a passage of self-reflection, the depth of which I had never before traversed. I had to come to terms with the faults and weaknesses I began to see within me. I realised that I had neglected a lot of people in my life. I had spent most of my life unable to see anything beyond my own stupid hang ups. I was so self-involved and intent on shutting out the rest of the world, that I had failed to give those I loved what they deserved from me. I don’t think I truly understood what guilt felt like until that point.
I used to think a lot about the people I didn't have in my life anymore. Of those, there were some that the circumstances of life took from me, and others that I let fall away. It was faith that made me believe that you would never become one of those people. I had spent too much time grieving over the ones who had left, and I reminded myself to be grateful for those that remained. I always tried to make sure I appreciated your presence in my life. I guess somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that. I’ve learned too much from life to ever make that mistake again. When we were together, it was because of you that I wanted to be a better person. Throughout your absence, that sentiment remains. And I owe it to you. You were always there for me. I don’t have words to express how much you’ve taught me about love, faith, and what it means to be a good person. Thank you.
The last thing I want to tell you is how much you meant to me. I will never forget our time together. You changed my life. And if I know anything at all, it’s that what we had was real. My love for you was true. And I loved you the best way I knew how. I haven’t said it with a lot of words or any poeticism, but there it is. As honest as I can say it.
Hala
Friday, April 22, 2011
Happy Easter
The anticipation is building in our household for the Easter Bunny's arrival tonight and for what he might bring. Today Harry made this large, colourful card for the Easter Bunny which we will leave out tonight along with some carrots and some milk. It is so fun watching the innocence of young children at times like these. I am looking forward to our annual Easter Egg hunt in the garden tomorrow morning which I have been preparing for over the last few days. I hope everyone is enjoying special times with family and friends. Happy Easter!!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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