a view that was never broken...

the pane of glass only lightly obscured my eyes from the clarity that had my curls singing praise to the devil . It was a duality of vividness and dull nonsense, yet i was most captivated by its break...

the pink nation...

a flock of sheep? a pod of dolphins? a collection of papers? ah, nope clearly its an entanglement of curls looking well pretty in their pink flamingo salsa sky x x x

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.

A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.

A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.

Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x

a duality of curls...can u please pass me the iron.

belated greetings to the space that is usually encrusted with curly banter of adventures away yonder ville. So the play in europe drew to an end awhile ago yes and yes the typical consumed nature of mine to get entangle in all things marvellously distracting back in byron has been solid or sordid? mmm undecided really, i like the two, with extra sugar!
so i salute you with a twinkle hello and watch this space as the unfoldings of curl dominated brain erosion is back in full swing on the monkey bars!!! x

italiano pirate moon

the delights of "oh just popped down to italy for dinner..." rolling of one's tongue! More so arriving in a quiet lil seaside pebbled town to b greeted by what seemed like the entire population of the town plushed out in pirate attire. Arrrrrrrrrrg, storms a brooding of peg legs and polly wants to nibble your shoulder...

my saturday nite beach scrambled luver

Up with the birds? Or the luvers of the nite...

Oh the morning air of sweetness as a weary eyed curl makes her way down to the beach to b adorned by the Sunday charm of the a sunrise! Greeted not only by a dynamic sky but also the drunken luvers of the nite who in ore of one another use such a sandy stretch to indulge in playful mischief. It all in a nite's job one that giggles and the occasional gurgle can linger with, for when the sun tickles their eyes, the nite of a strangers luv draws to an end. For that was the nite.

E equals...mc2 damn fine good luvin!!! So, yes mayb the french air b consuming my cheshire grin with such a smoooooooooooth sensation! ode to the master i say x

so two b company and three b the extra generous giggles of warmth to b tickled by the sun's charming rays!!! share the luv x

viva la frenchie!!! So Bayonne b the place for festivity mischief, the code to adorn yourselves in the traditional attire of white and red! The entire town is flooded with such a wash of colour, if only the two could merge together and a sea of pink would stain the infrastructure of the place for years to come!!! It was the final arvo of ale swilling, food gorging rowdy music stomping play, the air of energy was rather exhausted yet the urge to intensify and charge on thru the final hours was promising... the lite whiff of urine filtered thru the place... Oh I hope the street cleaners b getting a solid raise on monday x

uno dos tres...

the anticipated joy of dipping a wand into the mix of goo, expanding the lungs full to grasp as much air to decorate the the space around with delicate pockets of a rainbow stream...
i may have been only slightly jealous of her spangle bubbles... a certain curl of maturity came ova b preventing myself from stealing her craft... strange x

my cosy doona b lined with buckets of sand majority of the time along with my curls being encrusted with the latest sand riddled leave in conditioner mmm hmm i gasp at such an absence!!!

thankfully me hostel bed b tickling my ribs with a few ounces of such its warming on the toes!!!

a skirt so fine

proud and bold with a generation of calves that well i say could kill, yet on view the general banter is... can run, can chase ah can play football!!! And with legs like that (Sir Peter of the Muppet Luke Clan) CAN make a kilt look so damn fine!!!

entwined and lightly tangled with a hint of vanilla

forgive me, it has been many a weary eyed day since throwing a few curls in the garden...

shall i untangle the tales or just stir up the roses???

well kilts were twirld and peacocks chased in bonnie scotland. And in fine style too, never have i seen such proud viking warrior (need to bump up the egos a lil) strutting such a glow whilst wearing a skirt!!! The novelty of difference such a beauty to experience!!!

The France coast become the trail to cruise in our hired wheels el picasso who's name i took a little literally got his right ear reshaped (mangled the right side mirror) as i adjusted to the task of left side steering... large profile improvement if i have ever seen. Curls behind the wheel at the best of times can b a need for sega rally, let alone on the opposite side of the road!!!

Kissed with the suns warmth bold eyes radiated luv in a field of of golden petals where the gypsie toes found their soil...

greetings people,
hope all b of curl filled delights if not straight can style a luvly curve on any occasion!!!
So ive created this lil blog to share with u the happenings, dreams and utter curly nonsense that i will b generating as I venture to the isle of tartan clad whisky swillers to far and beyond!!!
Armed with a quiver of surfboards, in annie's pocket stickers galore and a handful of my merry men that resemble the shape of led pencils...
Open to the sticky fingered sponge effect, shall i entice u with tales of the laus...
dream a little play a hell of a lot!!!!