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--- I've had this collection since childhood; and I shall keep my tales evermore. ---
The day was spent watching rain race down windows and trudging my way into a vintage fashion fair where I tried on a dress with Beatles cartoons on it, however falied to buy it because it was over 100 pounds because it was a one-off, however my darling Mum purchased me a chritmas present which we will both wait to see.

x

follow the yellow brick road

The weather in London is ridiculous I have to say, permenant puddles are forming and I have a bruised forehead for a rather vicious halestone.

Last night I actually though I was Dorothy being blown around in the sky in her sweet rammed down house with only toto for company, in a dull and black and white world.

Loving, Au revior

xxx

40th aniversary of Sesame street

Happy 40th birthday to you the Cookie Monster and Elmo. My childhood memories are full of Sesame street, the programme which was probably dearest to me when I was in my prime.

Morning walks. I like the quietness, the fact that its just you and greeness. I hear the birds singing in the trees, and although I cannot feel my fingers and my nose had gone pink, its beautiful when the sun, even for a moment , breaks through the delicate intricate branches of the bare treets, which looks a beautiful paper cut out, when the sun breaks through in a amazing warm beam, blinding all else, and feeling the heat on my back. Feeling the crip autumn leaves against my patent pointy shoes, hearing the crackle. Hair blowing in the refreshing wind. Walking to the dusty, abandoned and dust covered band stand, pastel coloured paint fades and peeling. Sitting on a bench, listening to Vienna by Ultravox or Sweet Disposition by the temper tramp, watching the occasional misfit, like myself, wander and marvel at the beauty of the park. Walking to the pond, wondering what magic lies on the bush covered island centered in the rippled water, I watched two swans, sadly they were as camera shy as the pigieons. That morning, it seemed as if anything was possible, thats a rare feeling which I seem to be getting less and less, I could have sworn I saw a fairy sitting on a log. Then again, I like to imagine things. Home to a quilt and a hot chocolate with a good book in bed. I like those types of days.

♥

I am planning to do some bigger posts now because I know that my thoughts are not very fun; and thurther more interesting. What do you all like doing on cold days?

Love is not loving, but I shall love anyway,

Sophie xxx

Fairy tales don't write themselves

I've been a bit behind on my blog lately, due to the fact I've been trying to get organised at school which has proved itsself to be impossible. I didn't do much for halloween, I decorated my house in cobwebs and handed out my homemade cookies to the children ringing the bell. For the 5th of November, I had some of my dearest friends round, we walked to my local park and watched the fireworks, walked home with some candy floss whilst drawing our names with sparklers. What did you all get up to?

I like abracadabra and glitter illusions. I like the idea of falling down a rabbit hole or escaping to the second star on the right with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. I like rusty swings. I the smell of freshly cut grass, and pavements after a big thunder storm. I like huge old books with battered spines and small printed words. I like the book shops you find those books in, with messy stocks of them everywhere and the dust and the smell of old things. I like golden shoes, scuffed shoes, shoes with bows or heels which make loud sounds on shiny floors. I like clean floors, so clean that you almost don’t want to stand on them. I like sweet wrappers which crinkle and crunch when you fiddle with them. I like those huge perfectly swirled lollypops which you can hide a whole face behind. I like it when your up to your warm knees in crisp golden leaves. I like dew drops on flowers. I like lying down in the grass and making shapes out of the clouds. I like it when the sun appears through tree branches for a few seconds and then disappears. I like ladders in tights which go all the way down. I like dolls house furniture. I like snow, even though I don’t expierience it often. I like russian dolls. I like wearing a ring on every finger. I like drawing on my hands. I like silent films. I like post boxes. I like receiving letters with swirly handwriting.

I like making lists of what I like.

Loving,

Sophie

xxx