#aw 14

I am writing this with English summer morning frozen fingers and my heart alight with joy, brightness and true pure garden scented happiness... Woozi’s performance of Sunday Morning is effervescent and one of the most quirkily, naturally musical things I have ever seen - he breaths musicality, rhythm and melody. That black and white fur stole... that shimmery slightly melted make-up... those little hands drumming on that guitar so intricately, so thoughtfully and consciously... he’s so unique, so unusual - he’s fascinating! 

Purple blueberry anti-fatigue Vitamin Water Revive has done just that today and cut through my sometimes chronic weakness as little splatters of rain fall onto my glass laptop screen... I am just writing, writing to be free. I am wearing all pastel pink, blues and yellows and gold wicker flip-flops on my icy feet and my blog is beautiful... 

Let the 12th of June 2015 be remembered as the day I ran into the garden and danced to Natasha Bedingfield and then trailed pink rose petals all over the house after tucking one into my pony elastic...