Yes, I'm still awake, but had to tell you that I have put the dresses from my Fashion Show in my online shop :) I'm still feeling a little under the weather so I roped my stunt double Luna to come and pretend to be me in the photos... I think we pulled it off ;) http://www.flutterbydaisy.etsy.com/
** I will be adding one new special Flutter Frock each week **
On the train to Hull... I feel better, better leaving London, but not about going to Hull, just going. I write in my notebook 'Train, faster, untill it explodes, just to know what it feels like, but I don't want to feel the pain: How selfish' I'm reading it back now and I have no idea what I meant really. But anyway, I started (and couldn't put down) 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' by Milan Kundera. It's been on my shelf now for months but I had other books to read first. I'm happy I chose this one to bring here with me. It has in fact managed to steal the position from Murakami, 'Kafka on the Shore' of best book of all time (to be continued...) within the first 127 pages. I am more than a little impressed. I usually watch trees and think about crazy things that would never happen and make fantasies about people I shouldn't when I'm on trains. I'll catch up on that when I get back as I'm sure I'll finish this book while I'm here. As soon as I got here (out of There) I became inspired again. I wanted to be near a sewing machine and make a dress in peacock colours then write more and more chapters of my book after re-writing the ones I already have and keep writing till I've finished. I know though that untill I get a place of my own (wherever that may be) I'm not going to feel like this again any time soon, and this is not a reflection on the people I live with as they are lovely, but more about me and my daft and stupid head. I don't know where I'm supposed to be at the moment and I'm not sure if the book is helping or not. I do know, though, that being on trains is fun. I wish I could just be on a train, an empty one like this one but that just goes all over the countryside all the time and never stops (and doesn't explode either as my subconcious wanted it to at the begining of my journey) I'm happy to see my Mum and everyone. My Nana told me new stories, while Grandad clicked his teeth... we talked about the universe and drank coffee. Then there was a pile of stuff from my past for me to sort... I found my Mums old make up that I used to play with when I was little. The bag opened and powder fell across the floor; the smell of my childhood. I wish the train would also go back in time.
Today I went to visit Nuala and her lovely little moggy ... I had to hide my ribbons, but she liked me really untill the very end, we think she was playing anyway. We moved the pretty screen and took some photos semi-inspired by Opelia. We were going to walk through the woods after but the mud was everywhere, we did walk past Spike Milligans house though. I love it over there - the scenery is yum. I didn't feel like I was in London, which was nice. London is suffocating recently. Our day was a dream... made sureal by the lushness of Nualas awesome home baked chocolate cake... I could eat it for breakfast everyday. When I got home a fever happened and I got lost. Bad things were happening but I put them all there myself. George made me Lemon and Ginger tea which made me feel better then I watched One Hour Photo which made me feel less crazy. I dreamed that night of secrets that I can't tell you. Maybe one of you was there...