North Winds...

That North wind tugged at her hair, it pulled at her clothes and unwound the blue in her hem...

I'm not very happy with this narrative, I'll rewrite in over the next few days... The weather has set back in; grey and green, wind through the trees and rain on the windows. I'm making lists; trying to get a lot done, and I'm still collecting those superstitions; does anyone have any they'd like to share?

Today I love my cream lace scarf, I love spring greens and wild primroses. Today I can't wait for the swallows to come home, I love gritty pears and as always I loathe fair weather people. Today the woman I want to be knows that recipe off by heart, the north wind doesn't tug at her hair or whisper of ill change, she has more time for her camera and never has to guess her friends motives...

spring blues

1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. Love , 4. happy...

All images from Flickr...
Touch blue and your wish will come true...

Oh Spring... finally bare legs and wispy skirts, green leaves and cherry blossom, windblown pale scarfs and more bunting... so far my weekend has been filled with blue; blue skies overhead, blue flowers on the table, blue ink on my fingers, blue cups filled with frothy coffee and a blue shirt as blue as that sky...
What colour is your weekend? Have a wonderful Easter eat lots of chocolate, dark of course with coffee...

Borrowed Blue...

Always use new pins, old letters and borrow blue from the sky...

Last Saturday was my birthday, I had such a light filled weekend; friends, family, bunting and ribbon, cakes and flowers, raspberries and blue skies...

This week I have been making headway on my degree show; days on blustery beaches with my camera back in my hands, late nights spent filling cabinets with superstitions; always use new pins for quilts and dresses, stitch blue thread into your hem and keep a pebble from home shores in your pocket. My tree, an apple tree is on it's way to me, soon it should be on a ship crossing the Irish sea, fitting for a tree I intend to haunt with pearls, sea salt and pebbles. Mature apple trees, it would seem, are difficult to buy in Northern Ireland...

Today I love sky blue thread and my wispy sea grey scarf, I love tea steaming in the early spring air and the sound of pebbles underfoot. As always I loathe injustice. Today the woman I am sleeps soundly, and has somehow managed to leave books and coffee in almost every room in the house, she has been baking and dreaming of the sea and she can almost taste freedom...