tonight...

when we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves...

By day L hibernates within her cocoon, escaping in adventures betwixt dusty smelling pages. 

Kitten paws and wings scramble over her and nest in knee nooks.

In dark she sews by candlelight - chiffon and tule and silk fall around her.

Midnight she walks, bare foot in the balmy summer air, stealing exotic plants. 

Returning by moonlight, only to garden in more chiffon.

 Dirt, smeared, kneaded into her petticoats, she sits in puddles. 

The heat is oppressive.

the water soaked her blonde hair black...

With the temperatures determined to be difficult and unrelenting - sitting at a sarcastic 40 degrees - L has been spending most of her days languishing on her new day bed. Drinking ice cold water out of empty wine bottles and preening the new member of her little family… Kitten.

If you feel cheated by the lack of pretty words there is an A to Z of L's over here, at her diary.

her eyes are fire...

another one of L's glorious "swanning" around the house outfits... need we say more?

why are there people asleep in noodle box...

as per this post, below is an example of L's new swanning around the house attire. As you can see it works just as well for popping out for a quick coffee, as it does for gardening and the like...

we hope your enjoying the influx of posts! touch wood we can keep it up... and don't mind the bright red neck, Buster cat has been attacking L far more frequently...  

behind the lens...

Round up of some of the fun and games that ensued, behind the many bloggers lenses at the 2011 Perth Fashion Festival.

in bloom...

Many of L's recent afternoons have been spent sitting, languishing under her chiffon draped Fairie Nest - watching the warm, apricot days decay into nothingness. These afternoons have left L contemplating, pondering all manner of issues. Her most recent epiphany? the decision to start making an effort at home. No longer is she going to lie around watching tv and cleaning in leggings and old shirts.

For the last two days L has been swanning around, gardening in floor length chiffon robes. Pearls at her neck and all all liquids have been consumed through champagne glass's…

And now our house is peppered with sheer and pale, floor length and sparkles catch the eyes. High heels are stumbled over with every step, crystal stems a top every surface, bloom.