Girl of my Dreams IV

Quoting Penguin Modern Classics -

Carson McCullers was born at Columbus, Georgia, in 1917 and died in Nyack, New York, in 1967. Although her life was short, and beset by serious illness - she suffered three strokes before she was thirty - McCullers created a substantial and impressive body of work... McCullers was only twenty-three when, in 1940, she burst onto the New York literacy scene with her first novel, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

McCuller's achievement has been recognised worldwide,.. V.S. Pritchett described her an 'incomparable storyteller'. WIlliam Trevor named The Heart is a Lovely Hunter as one of his ten desert-island novels: 'I value her perceptions, the casting of her spell, what she says and how she says it, her own enduring heart.'

She is one of the best storytellers of the past century - as I read on (addicted, and can hardly put down the book), she transformed my average tube journey into a swirl-wind of stories of many men and women in the deep south American wilderness, as the men and women poured their heart onto McCullers, and her narrative whispers so softly yet firmly into our ears.

And you will see no fragility in her body, but only her bright mind, her wide, bright eyes, burn right inside your eyes.

Turning 'stressed' into desserts

i am ordering vintage tea ware from The Oxford Tea Party (25% off everything until 17th april!) and cannot wait to bake scones, drink tea, and read and laugh with the girlies, as spring softly treads in april and may.

Cinematic Writing 0

Lina Scheynius

Of all four floors, in, out, the love-struggle

In all its acts and scenes, a snakes and ladders

Of intertangling and disentangling

Limbs and loves and lives. Nobody was Old.

- Ted Hughes, 18 Rugby Street from the Birthday Letters

*Wish list

spring time - who would not want a flower petal blouse?

handmade and silk: by Nadinoo

Bande à part

On fragrance, beauty and gustatory pleasure

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can
smell it and that is all.

- Somerset Maugham

My collection of perfume, from left to right: Pure Poison, Beyond Paradise and Chloe. Each name and fragrance promise something beautiful - seduction of a new lover, a swirling romance; a heavenly place beyond imagination, irresistible loveliness and charm. But in essence, these indescribably mesmerising fragrances - they evoke a deeper feeling in me, the memory of an unforgettable kiss in the musky darkness, of feeling being on top of the world, of sunshine, of coming in from the terrestrial rain, of tenderness and joyful surprises.

The feeling of I am, for a moment, uniquely feminine, empowered, and invincible.

just for fun :)