My cat got a new home

we took the cat for a walk down Broadway lafyette.



Is that Beatrice?
and the keys were placed down on the counter, the elevator was full. My belongings in box's and bags. And the cat was coming with us.

that photograph just reminded me.

"do not put the Gucci on the floor".Alla

Winter has gone Spring is here...

The cold months.Looking forward.


Love is Brown. Snow. Berkshires Dec 2010. The lead up to christmas.

Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?

Macon Street

i-pod shuffle always throws up some treats. (Although I haven't put anything new on my i-pod in years. I thought I updated it before NYC to discover all of the new music remained on my computer and none of it made it to my i-pod.) But sometimes you pick music to listen to on purpose....This is the result of getting hypnotised by old Cavil At Rest songs....my very favourite band from California. Brings back memories of the drive to Vegas and Leeann chucking the CD out of the window for having it on repeat (there were only 3 tracks haha)








We found an art shop and got some water colours this was our first art exhibition. Theme = Love tree's. Our street was voted Greenest block in BK. Let the love Grow

Pleasure Tears

When I walk I skip
When we kiss we dance
When it rains I stay dry

When my tears fall, it's not sadness
there pleasure tears

My skin is warm, but it tingles at his touch
The hairs on my arms stand up
He is making me come alive

Love Saves The day

Read with eyes closed

Maybe with my eyes closed
My heart was closed
Because I couldn’t see the truth

I opened my eyes
Things became clearer
I finally could see the truth

Now with my eyes open
My hearts open too

Open to heart ache, open to loving
Open for me to get hurt!

It took me to see me
See who I was, see where I’d gone
To be able to see a way back

But now things are brighter
Everything’s clearer
And I think I have fallen in Love

Don't Go

I loved him.
It was the first and only time I had experienced love at first site. It was instant. I was ready to give everything. I was selfish and I didn't care who I hurt. I wanted him. His love was all consuming wrapping me up like a blanket. I couldn't even see anybody else. Was there even any body else in the room with us, ever? I think we just saw each other.
I loved him.
He loved me back.
He'd say dont go.....
and I knew he meant it


Never were there truer words spoken!

I saw this picture and saved it for him as his wall paper on his lap top.

Do all good things have to come to an end??

Part of Ian Stevenson's Mother Toilets project.

What does a twenty-five year old girl know of LOVE?

I mite have to get back to you on this one along with the issue of...at twenty-five can you still be called a girl?

Love Tree's

Welcome to the Macon Street Stoop exhibition