Instead of doodling on your homework or notebook, why not doodle on your skin? Have a look see...
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Skin Drawings..
Instead of doodling on your homework or notebook, why not doodle on your skin? Have a look see...
Everything But The Gift...
So, as part of our uni project, we're creating a business. We've called oursevles "Everything But The Gift" and will be selling unique gift boxes, handmade gift cards, ribbons and bows as well as gift wrap and tissue paper. Here are a few of our inspiration images...more to follow! We'll also set up a Facebook page so all you lovely readers can see where we're selling, our prices, our pretty faces...etcetc! Enjoy...
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
My New Red Lips...
Apparently, my new red lipstick "Tell No One" by Rimmel is a bit attention seeking! A casual food shop in Tesco attracted more attention than I was expecting! "Oooh Pout" was amongst the comments from the fine young gents of Jesmond. Interesting. Ladies, grab one. They're the bees knees.
Monday, 10 October 2011
I miss when my Mama used to do my hair..
What I miss most about living at home is my Mummy braiding and plaiting my hair in the evenings for bed and in the mornings for school..
Bod Art..
Considering some kind of a BodArt theme for my photoshoot this year at uni. Two images which looked pretty damn cool...
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Sonnet Fourteen.
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.
Sonnet Eighteen.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. William Shakespeare.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. William Shakespeare.
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