The love The movement The dance...

I dance everyday.
The perfect means of self-expression, enjoyment and the best way to live life - proving we are still alive.
.Love. Passion. Energy. Drama. Movement. Dream.

Shoes...

A shoe is an item of footwear. Shoes may vary from a simple flip-flop to a complex boot. Shoes may have high or low heels, although in western cultures, high heels are considered a women's style.





The earliest known shoes date from about 8000 to 7000 BC and were found in Oregon, USA in 1938. However, the materials used for making shoes (typically tanned leather) do not normally last for thousands of years, so shoes were probably in use long before this.







As Europe gained in wealth and power, fancy shoes became status symbols. Toes became long and pointed, often to ridiculous proportions. Artisans created unique footwear for rich patrons, and new styles developed. Eventually the modern shoe, with a sewn-on sole, was devised. Since the 17th century, most leather shoes have used a sewn-on sole. This remains the standard for finer-quality dress shoes today.







High heels may be shoes with heels 2 inches (5 cm) or higher. They are often seen as having more sex appeal than low heels and are thus commonly worn by women for formal occasions or social outings.

To me, they are simply heaven on Earth...

Artworks as inspiration...

Mona Lisa, By Leonardo da Vinci.

Designers have been know to draw inspiration from all sorts of things in their social environment;
although what I find the most interesting, and I suppose the most inspiring, is how designers draw inspiration from artworks.
The may be internationally renowned masterpieces, or they may simply be on a cafe` wall.
though it is this technique of taking inspiration, from an artwork, something that was originally inspired by perhaps another artwork that I find so grand.

So many designers use art as an inspiration, using already beautiful things to create more...

John Galliano...

The Scream, By Edvard Munch.




I Shop, Therefore I am, By Barbara Kruger.




Marilyn Monroe, By Andy Warhol

Vivienne Westwood...



"Save the rain forest..."


The Birth of Venus, By Sandro Botticelli

Complete understanding...

How is it, that you can know people for years, though only know there name?

However you can talk to someone only a few times, and they understand you completely.



I'm not sure how many sole mates we get, though I do believe that there is only a few that can be true friends.
How is it that while some people never understand another person, never understand the ways of the world; and yet someone else can understand everything.
They know exactly what you need, at the perfect time.
For these special people that we have in our lives I am forever grateful.
I will always know them, always respect them and always love them.

Dress-ups...

Ever since I was young dressing up, it was a dream. A key of transportation into another world, created by the extreme beauty of one's own imagination.
Over the years, sadly it is true, that the creativity is lost.
The portal starts to close and the key fades away.
Now only through our deepest inner hope can we escape to these worlds.

My greatest pleasure used to be wearing my mothers 'Princess Jasmine' pants that she had made when she was in her 20's. Although they where to big for me, they where, as I remember them... the most beautiful thing... holding with them the most precious world.

I have now grown older, as all of us do... strongly trying to grasp every last creative sense.
Now the only dressing up, is to a themed party; because it is considerate, not because we just want too. Now when we dress up, we still stay in reality, there is no more fairytale fantasy's, no more dragons and mermaids, no more leaving milk and cookies for Santa, no more playing...


p.s. I do believe in fairy's.

Dolls...

It was my friends 18th birthday a few days ago, and as she has similar interests to my own I decided to created something that she could keep, that would comfort her, and always be special to her...
My mummy found a pattern for me, and off i went.

Sitting at my sewing desk for four solid days.

I made this one first, using a delicate striped fabric as the dress and then using a floral cotton to resemble an apron.



I stitched the hands together, adding a more feminine gesture...



Adding the sleeves to the dresses was the hardest part, as it was very fiddly and was not included in the original patten.

Honestly the best thing about making them was choosing the fabrics.
I have a soft spot for floral cottons!

The first doll was rather small for what I wanted, sitting approx. 15cm high &Standing approx. 30cm high.
So I therefore decided to create another one, just larger, by simply increasing the pattern pieces.



The eyes where added to the larger doll after the photo's where taken,
she looked a lot better than what you see here!

I hope you like the final result.
She surely did.

A bit of poetry for Charlotte...

writen in 2006.

Time…

I fast forward a few years
For I have no sense of time
But all I want to do right now
Is go back to when you were mine




Life…

The blank pages
Upon which I look
Make me feel the same

I can not see
Which way to go
Which way my life might lead

I’m not afraid
Of the future
What my decisions might bring

So I write my life
As I go
Not looking to change my mind.

This was written by my sister:

A child sits on a merry-go-round,
Watching life pass by.
The roses in the garden,
Planted at seed,
Grow tall and bloom.
Just like the child spinning round,
Through the journey of life's experiences.
Growing, feeling, living, loving.
Birth, life, death heaven.
All aspects of beauty,
Can be seen in the innocent child,
And in the blooming rose.