Clothes, fairies, felines and teacups.

When I should be working, this is how I often end up spending too much of my time - if you haven't already explored Pinterest, it's really worth a look! Finding groups of images put together by people whose interests and taste you share is great, as is being able to store images together without stocking massive files on your computer. This virtual site has now become one of my happy places - so mauch inspiration at my fingertips.

Come and have a look!

http://pinterest.com/lostthings/

The Solitary Walker

In the streets and in society I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean... But alone in the distant woods or fields, in unpretending sprout-lands or pastures tracked by rabbits, even in a bleak and, to most, cheerless day like this, when a villager would be thinking of his inn, I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related, and that cold and solitude are friends of mine. I come home to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home'. - Thoreau

(lissy elle, art.com, marie hochhaus)

The Wildness of the Heart

We built our castle as close to the sky as we could, and spent our days with the eagles and the vultures. The thin air silenced our voices, and all we could look at was the rich green cleft we perched in.

Never have I known such refined, diamond silence. We nestled in, built walls against the wind. We sat, and gazed, and wanted nothing but purity and the delicious thrill of clinging on, up high, and nearly floating.

The world seemed distant, and yet the earth spoke of terrifying beauty, exuberance, power. I wanted nothing but to hold its answers in my soul forever. I felt myself slip into a wilderness folk-tale of a knotted-hair girl amongst the pine forests. I wanted nothing but you and the air rising up beneath us.

We built our city and filled it with walking hopes and dreams.

It was a place of curious lights and unknown visions, and in it I was certain of everything I thought I had not known. Our castle in the air is a breath, a mosaic of lights, an openness behind the eyes, that will always be there. It is you and me and utter freedom. Us, exultant and wondering.

Solid, but flying.
(Photos from my amazing holiday in the Tarn valley of France)

I'm not sorry...

that I chose to go against what you tried to make me. Your disapproving silences don't count, because this is so much more fun.

Because you only get one chance, and you should fill it with all the experiments and craziness you can.

(Photos from Lookbook and Noir xxx)

Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia.

In the deepest nooks of my mind all stories take place in a white-silver world coated in snow and silenced with soft, knife-edged white powder. The ice queen rules there and has always reigned in pure silence, surrounded by pewter shadows and blue light. All is pale and too beautiful to be real. There is danger there, wolves and sharp edges and chilled bones. But it is the most beautiful place.

Ever since I was a girl this is the one place I have always gone back to. To me it is emptiness and magic. Purity, and depth.

Queen of the snow. What more is there?

(caittorok, abi-sweetheart, if i had wings, insanity plea, katherine squier, magic does happen, laughaway, when cookies scream)

Dreams of modern witches

With their sorcey, warding off spells, spikes, beautiful skulls and communion with ghosts and mythical figures.

I would like to be that witch.

(Leviticus ring, Black Milk leggings, Miss Selfridge dress, polyvore)