Lookbook!

Long time no see!

Ive been away for too long busy busy busy! I hope to share more from my life and times!

Continuing the genius!

Versace A/W 2010

These look so great!!!

What to treat myself to?!?!?

After a long couple of weeks at work I have decided to treat myself with the one thing I know will perk my spirits.... lil bit of Viv jewels.  What do you think I should get?

Into the Wild

If I came running into your open arms, would it be all you dreamed of?


Would your long lived feeling of languish become a distant memory.

Retire into yourself happy with how you can be saved from your own plan.

My heart is here. And it is within myself I can be lost.

Truly know where to find the places I seek.

This my result. My own.

Did you mean for me to become a child of your own dreams?

A living picture with a hang tag for an identity.

But even in this solace, a cold film of truth is hidden.

And you hide it well.

Yet you look away, in a foolish attempt to live your life.

Always with a dark cloud of reality pushed to the brink of sight and thought.

My home, I no longer hold what you aspire.

I'm emancipated from the very thing you think is your saviour.

I seek to which you seek, although is two very different destinations.

It is only now, in this haltered moment I realise that I am the same as you.

In this knowledge I must go on.

Happiness is only ever truly alive when shared.

The water is wide

The water is wide, I cannot get oer


Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I



A ship there is and she sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I'm in

I know not if I sink or swim



I leaned my back against an oak

Thinking it was a trusty tree

But first it bent and then it broke

So did my love prove false to me



I reached my finger into some soft bush

Thinking the fairest flower to find

I pricked my finger to the bone

And left the fairest flower behind



Oh love be handsome and love be kind

Gay as a jewel when first it is new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like the morning dew



Must I go bound while you go free

Must I love a man who doesn't love me

Must I be born with so little art

As to love a man who'll break my heart



When cockle shells turn silver bells

Then will my love come back to me

When roses bloom in winter's gloom

Then will my love return to me