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Elephants are not sexy

“What you gonna do with all that junk all that junk inside your trunk?”

Who are we kidding elephants are NOT sexy. That are adorable and have been know to play the flute or paint pretty pictures, but they are not sexy. This was a Valentine’s Day card to the boy, I thought I’d make it this year. It is pretty much ripped off from one of my pinterest find called ‘Thirsty Elephant’  by Terry Fan

p.s. sorry for all the posts today, I am not even that into Valentine’s Day. I just missed blogging.

my elephant

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye

– Margaret Atwood

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Because you’re gorgeous

Well you are it’s a fact. And I want you all to feel special whoever you.

I felt extra special today when I revived my Valentine’s card (below), from my crazy, cute, bear obsessed buddy Lavinia. It’s supposed to be from anonymous I know her handwriting anywhere. So thank you! 

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Valentine’s sniff

Happy Valentine’s Day. Hope it is a good one and that you eat lots of fancy pants chocolate whoever you are. Even if you didn’t get a card today remember:

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I like you. by Gemma Correll. xxxxx

Pancake Party 2

Happy Pancake Day!!
Last year I posted a picture of my pancakes so I thought I’d keep the tradition. Introducing frickin’ Banana Pirate Pancakes!

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Also today I have discovered that I am flipping good at flipping. True story…

Among the flat pink roses

As my Barbican poet friends have informed me today marks the 50th anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death. To celebrate her life and work on this humble blog I thought it’d be nice to share my favourite poem of hers; Morning Song. A poem about Plath’s personal battle with postnatal depression. I think it is an unsettling combination of striking beauty and emptiness.

Morning Song

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

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The pattern above is by Samantha Hahn, it reminds me of the ‘flat pink roses’ described in the poem.

The Science Museum is real(ly) cool

I found at the Science Museum last year and thought it was super cute, I especially like the (mis)use of brackets.

If you have not been to the Science Museum in a while you should check out the Launchpad, I went again last weekend and it’s incredible. I know it’s really for kids discovering science but every time I go I try out all the experiments as if it was my first time. You can watch ice freeze under a microscope, generate electricity for a hair-dyer by cycling or discover how a hearing aid works by listening to music that only plays in your head. Gee all this talking is making me wanna go again!

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Hate Mail

I am lovin’ this post card. Dear Mark, fuck you and fuck your cat. It is a bit harsh, but maybe the cat was a bitch. Have a look at some more, I personally like the ‘YOU WILL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS PETER ANDRE’ one. It is true, we will never be as good as him but he is really good so we mustn’t beat ourselves up about it. There is whole array of these cards by Mr Bingo which can be brought on Amazon. It’s on my birthday wish list, although I have to wait 6 months for it, darn!
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Super Freak at the Super Bowl

It’s the equivalent of American Football Christmas. I’m in my American onesie tryna understand all the millions of rules and routing for the Ravens. Best part so far was when Beyoncé shooed off the rest of Destiny’s Child when she was bored of them. Incidentally when ‘Single Ladies’ started playing. Standard. So I thought this pic was pretty apt. Enjoy x

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