Poetry Monday

Sitting behind you, all I notice is
the outline of your eyelashes (when you turn your head);

and I find myself blinking
when you do

for us to have something,


in common.

Continuation of an Abandoned House

My timing has always been very unfortunate in a lot of aspects of my life. The lights always turn red whenever I want to cross the road and I often run into people I would rather not. So it is fitting that just as I wanted to start this blog, my camera decided to turn on me.

I'll get it fixed sometime soon, so in the meantime, here are some other photos from the Abandoned House photo-shoot.

 I love how this one looks like scene out of a dark fantasy wedding.

 Me conquering an abandoned washing machine.

 The rotting floor isn't visible here, but it was quite precarious up there, so we could only move along the boards less we wanted to fall straight through.

"You jump, I jump, Jack."

 As soon as I saw the shopping trolley, I knew I had to get in. This particular one was crooked and missing a wheel, so it did not balance. The balancing of myself in the trolley was left up to me friend.

 Take note of the toes. How to look serene when you are uncomfortable 101.

Poetry Monday

This is the first in a series of weekly poetry posts. Hopefully it will force me to be a bit more creative and revisit my love for creative writing which doesn't show it's face as often now as I wish. 

Saccharine boy slipped
himself into my cup of
coffee. Sugar shock. 



I hope this blog takes you on a journey of whimsy and gives a peek inside what goes on in my head. I've been a follower of many fashion blogs for a while now and have finally decided to give something back to this lovely community.

I leave you now with a photo of me dressed up and taken in an abandoned house that has since been torn down, much to my dismay.