Wedding type fun...pt 2!

Breathlessly beautiful...

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Wedding type fun!

With my latest photographer crush, Sarah Yates Photography. She's one talented snapper*. I would quite like to frolic through a desert with a ginormous bunch of crazy coloured balloons. Yes indeedy! It's almost like that movie 'Up'. Except with the house, the heart wrenching first 5 minutes (and the rest, especially when he finds the rest of the album...you should go and watch it. Now. Seriously), the old man and the funny little kid. So I suppose not really similar at all. However! As American's do engagement shoots on a really quite a spectacular scale, I thought I'd share! Enjoy! And maybe find some balloons and go running through a field someday soon. Just make sure you get the weight balance correct. It might be awkward to have to call emergency 000 from the, er, sky.

* Of the human kind, not a fish.

Good morning!

Good Monday morning my lovelies!!! There was a freak hail storm here yesterday that lasted approxiamtely 2.6 seconds, and if I had had my wits about me I would have raced outside, made tiny little snowmen, and made them fall in love.

Next time then...

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hello!

'Why can't we get together all the people in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I know what I need. I need more hello's.'

- Charles M Schulz

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and I took you by the hand

and we stood tall

and remembered our own land

what we lived for

and there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears

and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears

get over your hill and see what you find there

with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

and now I cling to what I knew

I saw exactly what was true

but oh no more

that's why I hold

that's why I hold with all I have

that's why I hold

mumford and sons - after the storm

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a spot of shopping...

So yes. I went to Topshop. I visited Zara. I went into a strange shop called Joy! and found some pretty items. I dropped into TK Maxx and wandered through Primark. Is it sad if whenever travelling to the UK the shops excite me just a touch? No? Excellent.
These sandals are happily kicking back in my wardrobe (although in charcoal, in case anyone is wondering. Important detail) after being allowed approximately 20 minutes in Edinburgh Topshop. I know. 20 minutes? Madness.
And as Duty Free shopping is a somewhat distressing place for me now, especially when leaving bonny Scotland, I tend to feel strangely compelled to 'treat' myself. Don't worry, I'm having it looked into. But I went for "Dragon". It didn't make me miss the boy any less, but I do now have shiny nails, as bright as the sun!

The food was also exciting. I do like my food. I ate exorbitant amounts of fresh raspberries from the surrounding farms. I just missed brambling season (shambles*), but did get to pick a few wild berries, which was absurdly exciting. Especially when out at dusk, wandering through forests while the sun is setting. The sunsets were incredible. So pretty! There were loads of strawberries too. Berry good. Ha! Get it? It's like very good. But with berry. Because we were talking about berries. But you got that.

I also feel it is my duty to introduce you to potato waffles. Apparently everywhere but Australia, they just may be one of my new favourite foods ever. EVER. Like a hash brown, but so much better. AND you just pop them in the toaster! Food genius! Although the food that trumps them all will always and forever be Marks and Spencer chocolate cake mini rolls. I've said it before and I'll say it again. If you haven't tried one of these, you haven't lived.

So yes. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'll get gloriously fat. Although with the berries in there it's obviously a balanced diet. There's still hope yet!

Many more things to share yet...but just a snippet of my wee adventure!

* dedicated to the always lovely Chirsty, who stayed lovely, even when smelling of creosote x

107 ways to say 'I love you'...

Brought to us by Women's Day, August 1968, special Love Issue.

I won't lie. There are some brilliant ideas here.

• Get him a goldfish and name it after him.
• Stop reading this page and stare at him, hard.
• Say "Good morning" first.
• Write him a letter and tell him you wish some of your joint love could be put in a tiny time capsule so people would know about it years from now.
• Put your chair next to his favourite reading chair (even if it does mess up the furniture arrangement).
• Get him a long shoehorn and some new shoe laces.
• Put two "I love you" notes in his socks.
• Think of a country outing to go on together. And dot on freckles if you're not lucky enough to have your own.
• Call his mother again.
• Keep his cologne in the fridge. He'll love the fresh electric shock of pre-chilled cologne.
• Hum "Silent Night" while he dozes of to sleep.
• Put a fresh carnation in his lapel.
• Pat him on the head for his business efforts. Let him know you know it's tough.
• Greet him at the door wearing a false moustache. He'll think you're a nut but probably kiss you anyway.
• Visit your local lingerie lair and fetch something fetching.
• Buy him an interesting tie.
• Wrap a flower chain around the banister heading upstairs.
• Learn how to make fried bananas without destroying them. It takes a lot of light handed practice.
• Call him "Sweet Pea".
• Get a set of matching shower caps.
• Buy him new underwear. Let him know you care about his comfort 24 hours a day.
• Pat him on the head some more.
• Tickle his toes.
• Find out how to say "I love you" in Chinese and make him a chop suey dinner.
• Call him "Adonis" at the breakfast table.

And OH how I wish I had time to write some more...

thinking about you

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once upon a time...part 3...

once upon a time a young lass escaped to the land of william wallace and seagulls the size of small sheep. hounded by exhaustion and stress balls the last thing she expected to stumble across was a love story one could only imagine happened in fairy tales. but stumble across love she did, and it has been an adventure that will go down in the history books somewhere under the headings 'simply lovely' and 'better than anything the girl could have ever imagined'. if such headings existed.
this boy that stole her heart had not only followed the girl to the royal mile and big ben, but he'd sat in a tin bird (rather uncomfortably) and eaten strange white fruit with black seeds in it just to see her in the land of giant red rocks and dusty desert plains.
now it was the girls turn to head back to the land of wild moors and loch ness monsters, and spend some time highland dancing. kidding. not that she can't flail her limbs about with the best of them. but that's a story for another time.
the boy looked after the girl smashingly. they went on adventures you might only hear about in books of olde, travelling to buckie to get a fishing net from stormy pete, early morning international deliveries accompanied by the most beautiful sunrises, and exciting treks to such exotic places such as tesco and topshop. the boy even surprised the girl with a holiday to the land of green and clover. although no leprechauns were spotted, the girl bestowed upon the lucky boy some tin whistle tunes at the magnificent giants causeway, which was a special moment for them both. they travelled to the land of cricket and corgi's and had a splendid time meeting friends, making friends, and eating tea and toast on quite the regular basis. even though the girl was encouraged to spit out the window when crossing the border, it was quite clear the boy had had a smashingly good time too.
but once again, this adventure had to end. the magnificent craggy green hills dotted with fluffy white sheep, antique centres, cheaper than chips sweeties, the bright night skies and the delicious lemon marmalade will keep. the haggis pastries may not, but the girl will get by.
there was another soggy farewell at the place where they check suitcases and then lose them (indeed). the girl needs to remember not to wear mascara on such occasions. or make sure it's waterproof. my gosh. and so the girl will begin a new countdown which will end when the boy arrives on these sandy shores once more. and although not wishing time away, will wish with all her heart, fingers and toes, that he gets here soon.
very soon.

xx

wishing to be...elsewhere x

I'm back! I'm jetlag-y and suitcase-less and when waking up at 3am somewhat confused as to the exact location I am in. But I'm back nonetheless, and owe you an apology for the lack of posting! I was all very much distracted by the loveliness of my Scottish adventure (which I will share a little with you tomorrow), but promise to fill this page with prettiness and whimsy once more! In a much more regular fashion! I know, you're relieved. It must have been worrying for you.

So I send you much love, and will very much look forward to sharing part 4 of once upon a time...
xx

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Guest Blog :: To market we go!

Hello lovelies! For all the fabulous people of Melbourne, greetings! There's so much going on there at the moment. If you're pondering what to do, I'd highly recommend a trip to the Melbourne International Film Festival. Make sure you support our talented Aussie film makers. Love what they're up to.

In other news... spring feels like it's just around the corner...exciting! And also exciting... The Finders Keepers Markets are on in Melbourne for the very first time! So pencil in the dates in your diary for 9th & 10th October. I know there will be lots of lovely things to look at!!

Happy Wednesday!

Luce

xx

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