Sunday, 10 June 2018

Once Upon A Midnight Dream.

Once upon a midnight dream.
We found our selfs lost upon a tranquil sea.
With no wind to steer us, and only the stars to guide us. 
And the moon to light our way

One thousand stars above shine down.
And one thousand stars below look up.
No horizon we do see, to divide the heavens from this tranquil sea

Looking deep down to within the dark blue sea.
I watch and see, the blue green glow of algae down below, 
Shadows of fish and jelly fish dance,  
Putting on a show, just for me and you.
Beneath the still calm surface, of this tranquil sea

With in this boat there is you and me. 
And others that are lost upon this midnight sea.
No words are said between you and me.
No words are spoken by those of us lost upon this tranquil sea

Shooting stars up lift our gaze as they shower across the moon lit sky.
And one by one they slip away. 
Bound the horizon. Are they guiding our way?

With in this midnight dream it seams we are joined by others lost upon this tranquil sea. 
In these boats there's them and we. 
With no wind to steer us, and only the stars to guide us. 
And the moon to light our way

A soft sung melody can be heard. 
From where it comes I do not know.
Yet softens and comforts all of those with in these boats,
slowly drifting through this midnight dream.

Behind each boat we leave a trail.
Of moving stars in gentle ripples, 
And shades of blue and indigo, and rainbows in between,

In the distance I suddenly see.
A shadow moving a head of me.
And all of us floating upon this midnight sea.
A single boat, with a single traveler back lit buy the rising moons face.

Within these boats there's just you and me. And lost, upon this tranquil sea.
With no wind to steer us, 
And only the moon to light our way.
Guided by this ferry man on this endless midnight dream.


It now might seam we're are not so lost upon this tranquil sea.

Thursday, 1 March 2018

Tea For Two.

One year. It would be one year ago tomorrow since they had taken their vows, and little over four and a half years since they had first met.
And here he was last minuet shopping for an anniversary present. 
Un-sure on what he was to get her, he had spent the day before at work searching on line for ideas for a Paper anniversary gift. Where amongst all the photos and lists on Pinterest and goggle he found an idea. He was now cutting through the back streets of central London, to avoid the crowds of tourists to pick up the gift.

They had met in their final year of University. He had been studying English, and her Art and Art History, and the both were doing their teaching degree. 
There was no funny story of how they had met. Unless you count that her friend was setting one of their friends up with one of his friends on a blind date, and her and her friend had turned up to lend some moral support in the first moments of meeting, and he was their doing the introducing. The blind date did not work out for the friend but it had for them.

He was now working as an English teacher at Westminster School. He had been extremely surprised about getting the job. he had just started working in a north London secondary school. It was not one of the best schools but he enjoyed it for what it was.
It was the fact that he never remembered applying for the position. and he was pretty certain that he had not.
Gabriel was from a relatively normal family, considering his parents where a little hippy-ish. hence the name Gabriel and his younger sister Pandora and older brother RaphaelTheir father was a history teacher and their mother owned her own shop. Him, his brother and their sitter had gone to standard schools.
Where as his wife of one day off a year had who was now an art teacher at Royal Academy of Arts, as well as she would do a lot of art commissions.

Her family story was a little different and a little sad. at age seven she moved in with her aunt and uncle, who raised her. Prior to that she had been living in Italy with her mother. When she was 6 her mother died in a car crash and she had been put in to care until they had found her aunt and uncle. she had gone to all privet schools, and had had a good education,  Her aunt and uncle had no children of their own as you might image they soiled her. Yet you would not think of it by her manor. She was a very down to earth. she would volunteer at soup kitchens and shelters when every should could.
It was at Oxford university where they had meet and fallen in love. 

They had dated for three years before he had proposed. And that day was marked in history. As they and their friends sat in a bar on their second bottle of the Champagne. When one of the bar staff hap tuned the TV on and up. All over the news was the announcement that the King had died and he was to be succeeded by his 26 year old son. 
It had changed the mood in the bar, and they had ended up cutting their celebrations short.
A year and a half later they had married.

Standing in the kitchen of their four story town house in North London. Vienna poured hot water in to the two mugs with a tea bag in each.
“So are you doing anything for your anniversary?” the voice called out form the hall.
“We’re going out to diner, buts thats all.”
She headed to the hall with tea.
“Thanks for doing that”  she watched as he straighten the large print that he had just hung for her. She handed him the mug. 
“Thanks” he stepped back to admire is handy work.
“Are you sure that I can’t get you anything, Tea, coffee, water?” she asked the man in a black suit and tie standing with his back to the front door.
“No thank you mama”
“Well If you change your mind let me know.”
“Thank you mama.” she smiled at the him. “shall we” heading in to the front room of the house. He kicked the door closed as he entered the room.
“This guy is doing my head in. He wont smile, make small talk, frowns at any he works with that makes a joke.”
“Then get rid of him.”
He lent back in sofa and loosened his tie. “I would but when I said about coming here to seeing you, He organised everything so I didn't have to come with whole British army.”
“Thats a very good point, I don't feel like my house is a night club crime scene. I think you should keep him”
He smiled as he lent forward to pick up his tea. “Hows Margaret and Steven?"
“Their good. They are in Scotland at the moment. Think they come back in two weeks.”
“Oh yes it was the charity event last week. It went well from what I heard.”
“It did. They made a lot of foster children happy… Next month is the Great Ormond street fundraiser. The four of us are going, I think we’re doing the whole matching outfit thing.” smiling nervously at the thought
“Cute” smiling. “Thats one thing I wanted to talk you about. I’m going to be there I hope that it wont be a problem?"
“Why would it be a problem?”
“I don’t know... I’m surprised that you have never told him.”
“Theres no reason to too, so I’m not going to.”
He took a sip of his tea. 
“Whats wrong?” 
“Nothing” he became on edge as though he wanted to say something yet could not find the words.
“So how’s things with you. Meet anyone yet?” changing the subject a little. He smiled as he had another sip of tea.
“You have. Tell me all about her.”
“No.”
“Is that no you haven't, or no your not going to tell me.”
“Not telling you”  in a joking child like way, pulling a bit of a face.
“Not even a name. Its not like i’m going to tell any one.” They sat smiling at each other for a moment.
“Hair colour?”
“light brown”
“Eyes?”
“Blue’ 
“Pretty”
“He is” Quietly blushing as he had more of the tea. 
Vienna smiled a little unsure on how to respond.
“So how long have the two of you been a thing?” sipping on her hot tea.
“Six months... And only you, Mr Personality out there and one other person knows”
“You’ve kept it quiet”
“Well I don’t have much of a choice.”
“There is nothing wrong with being who you are.”
“But for me it is… And maybe thats why should tell Gabriel about your parentage.”
“Now that would be a great anniversary gift. ‘hi darling I need to tell you something my aunt and uncle are not my aunt and uncle, their my cousins, and I also have a half brother who is Royalty”

It was something that she rarely said out load, in fact she had not said it out load in years, the whole idea of being connected the Royal family she had not ever really cared about. When she had been told, when she was sixteen and had met her father. he had told her how he and her mother had met. 
It was after his son William was born. His wife William’s mother had died during child birth. He had met Vienna’s mother a year after and they had had a passionate affair not long after she found out that she was pregnant. but because of his status they agreed not to tell anyone and the two of them had parted. and he had made sure that the two of them were comfortable and could live well. 

After her mother had died, The Italy authorities had problems tracking down her next of kin, so she was placed in care for six months until her aunt and uncle were found and she placed in her care. 
Margaret and Steven were distant cousin of her father so keeping the ‘scandal’ of his romantic affair and Vienna out of the lime light was reasonable simple.
Which Vienna had came to appreciate over the last four years. As she watched the stress that William had been under.

But with the his sudden burst of news from him, her head suddenly filled with thoughts anxiety. Even though Steven was a distant cousin of their father, and weather or not she was illegitimate the fact the name on her birth certificate she was still second in line to the throne...


Thursday, 25 January 2018

2018. Planners, Goals and Things...

We are 25 days in to the new year and so far I have written more this year then I did last year. (and may be even in 2016) I have already drawn more so far this year then last.
This year is looking up!
But lets not jinks it, just yet.

(Image 'Tranquil Sky' panting by myself. You can see more of my at at mytheoryofthecrows.blogspot.com)
Over the past two may be three years I have set myself goals at the start of the year for my blogs and personally and each year they have fallen apart, due to a mixture of procrastination, bad habits (that I have tried through goals and planning to change) along with a mental fog of dark crap, and being that these these three things work in a viscous little circle, my enthusiasm, motivation, and just my general want to do anything, even when deep down I want to,  nothing got done.

So this year screw it i’m not doing it. Because I feel setting goals and dead lines or a target  on what I want to achieve creatively, restricts my creativity. If that makes sense.
This year I am just going to be creative and not set to many time scales in which i need to complete something in. 
How I was planning last year and the year before I think did not help.
So this year is I'm cutting down on tracking things, rather then how I'm planning, and the planner size.

The Planers From The Past
Last year I used A5 Leuchtturm1917 planner which I love the size but I was finding I had this urge to make it look pretty with wash tape and stickers (which I never sheared on Instagram). looking back on it now it wasn’t a waist of time it was a learning curve. It looked pretty but it didn't really help me achieve any of my tasks.
Along with the stickers and wash tape I was adding in a weekly mood tracker and food and drinks I wanted to not have, tracker. and one for, no spend, when I wrote stuff and when I had been drawing. Which the latter tracker list was possible the only good one.
Being an A5 planner I ended up finding it a little big to carry around with me every where so I ended up with a Leuchtturm1917  pocket size book which was in tock with me and jotted down anything I needed to remember, or do. Which worked and didn’t work to many things got forgotten about and things that I need to get done didn’t. 
I also had and still using a A5 Leuchtturm1917 dot witch started out as a bullet journal and my writing journal for by blog. I stopped using it as a bullet journal in the Februay. I also had a passport travelers notebook calendar in my passport travelers notebook which didn't get used so its now being used as a sketchbook.

Image from my Instagram MyConfusedWorld
In 2016 I tried out the whole bullet journal set up. Using it to plan and track my progress with my writing, posting on social media house hold stuff but I found that it took up to much time to set up each spread. that lasted all of six months. I found it extremely overwhelming

Image from my post last year My Bullet Journal and Instagram.
Now 2018
This year I’ve down sized to a pocket size planner from the brand Fashionary. which I am loving. it comes as undated, so I spent some time filling it in. I also have a lot of stickers that I’ve picked up from Kikki K and Paperchase over the last year, so I will be using some of them in it but nothing like last year. being small I can keep it simple, with my days off, apiontents, lunch dates, also it should help me not listing so many things to do that I don't get a little overwhelmed and don't do any of them.


I am also using a Leuchtturm1917 pocket size book. Here I'm listing things that I need to do shopping lists, then I'll move over what things I am going to do in that week over to my Fashionary planner so I no what I'm doing and when, with my days off and evenings. also it gives me more space to write things then my planer. Its the same system that I was doing last year and five, six years ago.
Along with a monthly tracker for days I don't spend, days I write and draw. 

My mouse mat is, was a very tatty notebook which I use to jot down things while i'm on computer, If I planing a post then things get put in their to remind me, to put links, tittle images even down to were I have saved something on my computer or hard drive. The tatty old note pad has gone and I am now using a Moleskine grid, at the start of each month it will have a monthly calender and tab put on this way I should be able to find things a little better them before.
I am currently in the process of revamping my visual merchandising blog (Visualmerchandising101.blogspot.comso this book is full of every thing that I need to do to each post 


As the books that I carry with me are pocket size they fit in to a large pencile case along with my Fashionary notebook for my little Miss Costuming blog along with one of my travelers notebooks with my Fashionary neon lights sketchbook
making it easy to carry them around and keep my bag tidy.



So there are my planners for this year. Small, covenant and simple. Hopefully it  will stay that way. 
I do also use two A5 Filofaxes and travelers notebooks. I wont go in to them in this post as it will go on forever (and want to go and have another glass of wine). 

It dose feel like this year has started on a good note with be productive with projects (not so much with work but it is only 25 day in to the new year) I just need to not find that falling back in to bad habits are easier them atchley then creating things. 
The Bad Habits being that every time I sit down to start working on something, something leads me astray. weather it be You Tube, Pintrest, bloglovin’ or Facebook, and that that has destroyed my productivity, as well as window shopping on Amazon and Etsy. 

Lets see if this year is better then past ones. And weather I can write more and pst more post more... That may be a good thing for a three month review post.
But any way happy new year and all the best for the next 340 days



Wednesday, 17 January 2018

New Years Eve.

“They are her demands. If I want ‘our relationship to have any kind of further. I will abide by them’. Is how she put it”
“And to think she is someones little girl.” 
“Hay come on, I was with this woman for five years” picking up her empty mug from the table.
“I know I'm sorry. It just seams she's being a little... Well spoilt little bitch.”
“Well yes.” Turning around to open the bottle of  white wine and poring out the last drop for her. “You two never really got on did you?”
“Not really… I tired but we did't really have anything in common." He handed her a mug ,half full with wine. 
"She took the glasses as well."
"And half the cutlery, and plates, most of the saucepans." sipping from the mug.
"So that's why your cooking in a wok" He sat down opposite her at the table with a beer. 
"And the dining table. Hence the garden table and chairs." Pulling back the red and white checked table cloth to revile the hidden black metal table. The two chairs covered with blankets to mack them a little more inviting.
"And the sofa. All the hangers in the wardrobe. And all but one towel." Taking a well needed mouthful of beer from the cold bottle. 
"She did leave you with a bed, didn't she?"  A small smile on her face finding her friends situation a little amusing.
He looked at her disapprovingly and sad. 
"Dose the mattress. One pillow and the duvet count?”
"Shit.... Anyone would think that you cheated on her"
He took a long gulp of beer. Finishing the bottle. 
"You didn't" 
"It was two years ago I was working away. We had had a fight and I wasn't sure if I was going to come home to an empty house." 
"Your and arse. You know that.... Dose she know?" 
"Doubt it she never brought it up. And I'm pretty shut that she would have thrown that in my face if she did no." Flinching as he rubbed his black eye. 
“You should have slapped her back.” The disapprovingly gaze feel towards her again, from sad eyes. no answer need he was a gentlemen and he properly apologised to her for her hitting him, she thought.
He got up and stirred the sauce in the wok.  And added a bit more red wine to the mix. The mixture hissed as the cool liquid hit the heat in wok. Throwing a small cloud of hot vapour in to the air. the warm smell mad her hungry. Picking up the pack of spaghetti. he tipped the lot in to the saucepan of boiling water.

Night time in the city did not seem very dark. Street lights, along with car head lights and building emanating glows from windows and neon signs created a yellow warm glow across the sky. Even this close to Primrose hill, seeing the stars were out of the question.
Random echoing explosions from the park and near by residents filed the air. 
Finishing the last drop of wine from the mug watch him. waiting for the spaghetti to cook.
“There is a another bottle of wine in the fridge if you want to open it?“ 
She found the fridge looking very baron compared to normal. Half a dozen bottles of beer, a pint of milk, pack of bacon, butter, and at the bottom was the bottle of wine.
“got the bottle opener?”  taking of the plastic seal form the top of the bottle. 
“Nope” Poring the hot water in to the sink. “She tock that too, sorry” 
“Thats cool I want to cut down on alcohol next year” Opening the fridge putting the bottle back.
Mixing the spaghetti in the wok with the sauce the smell of the red wine filled the kitchen. before shearing it out between the two plates. 
“I know what I got… hopefully.“ putting the two plates on to the table before heading off to living room. retuning with a bottle of champaign. taking of the seal and pushing the cork out of the bottle. A load POP! followed by a smash as the cork flew out, hitting a pitcher on the wall braking the glass and making frame fall from the wall.
“Whops” placing the bottle on the table, to pick up the broken picture. of him and his ex. “Maybe I should tack it as a sign?” Pushing the glass with his foot to the wall, with intention of cleaning it up after they had eaten. He took another mug from the cupboard and put the broken pitcher on the side. he filled his mag half way, then hers.
“Enjoy your last meal of the year.” picking up his fork to eat.

"What's your New Years resolution going  to be?" 
Topping up there champagne mugs.
That both were wrapped in coats and scarves sitting out side on the steps leading down to the grass.
"Not to do anything that means I gotta get devoice the year after" 
The sudden eruption of fireworks began to light up the sky with crackling and bangs of sparkling colour.
"Happy new year" kissing her in the check. 
"Here's to starting the new year single." Taping her mug against his. 
"Have you got a New Years resolution?" 
"Change the locks" 
She smiles with a silent laugh.  
"So you are finely devoiced?" 
“Yep it was finalised the week before Christmas.” Sipping more of the Champaign.
“Well congratulation, to the end of 7 years of marital bliss.” rolling up a smoke.
“Seven years… Only spent a year and a bit with him, before he went back to the states for a six month job, I think we spent six months together in over the last five years…  No love loss I’m afraid.” taking the cigarette off of him for a puff.
“Wasn’t he like 20 years older them you?” Smiling as he finished the last bit of drink in his mug ready to top it up. 
“No he was 17years older” Taking the bottle from him to top hers up. “I don't even no why we got married now.”
“For the money” happily joking.
“Really… I did’t get anything from the divorce. it was more of a mutual agreement…” 
“well heres to stating to the new year being single.”
They watched as the last of the fireworks died out leaving a mist of smoke in the air with the smell of burnt sulfur.  before heading in to warmth of the house…