Ha! Rabbit holes mean different things to different people I guess such as my part of Cheshire has lots of them thanks to the Brine salt mining heritage that left us with that sinking feeling.
Alice this last week a friend of mine online had her Rabbit moment when a pet rabbit escaped so covered from head to toe in Alice attire, she goes to find it only to be seen by the mailman. He's not phazed by it!!! I once had a pet rabbit with a long run too.
Alice has also been an inspiration for many a manga or anime too either as a whole theme or sole character.
I love this illustration a lot so while slowly recovering from a rotten illness I thought I'd share it with you while Beaconsfield fights it out to mark (or not) the 75 years since Enid Blyton moved into that Buckinghamshire town.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Rabbit time.
Labels:
alice in the looking glass,
anime,
enid blyton,
illness
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Team member
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Although I was hardly encouraged to play games, thanks the that super delicate and un-cordinated image my folks presented to others, playing in the team mattered a lot to me because it was about belong.
Truthfully belonging is a big theme and issue in my life.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
A case of the school girl bottom rubs
The bottom rub after the spanking before is something I recall well from my Junior years where it seemed it was at least twice as a big as before lasting for ages as you took your time trying hard avoid sitting on the sores spots and failing to the amusement of your peers who knew what a naughty girl you'd been and where you'd been sent to.
Labels:
child-like,
corporal punishment,
discipline,
gym knickers,
headmaster,
middle,
spanking,
uniform
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Bonds in adversity
Having things such as injuries or even conditions was with me at least always a part of childhood and especially being at school.
Like for instance I had my arm in a sling for eight weeks after fracturing the upper arm in what could only be described as a moment of total carelessness when coming in from the snow one playtime, I didn't shake the snow of my shoes and check the soles were dry so I slid and was in agony. Others had say calipers fitted.
One result of this was we looked after each other and in my instance several girls looked after me from lessons to cutting up my food at meal times and this brought us closer together.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Grey curves
This is a more curvy take on the grey dress thing I like that works well with a cardigan and strong boots I could see myself wearing
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Snowbusiness!
What's white, comes by the bucketful and if you were to ask me is really rather fun even if it's a pain for the groan ups with all their considerations around getting into work and shopping?
That's right-Snow!
It might be me and my crazy upbringing but I always look forward to the winter for this powder dry reason: Sleighing, building snowman and having snowball fights really is the most fun plus it's easy to track all the animals and birds that visit your garden cos their footprints are so much the more visible.
You can watch birds arrive for feeding too:
See I'm organized,eh? Plus I have heaps of long socks to keep my legs warm.
Cold also kills of nasty bugs off to which is no bad thing.
That's right-Snow!
It might be me and my crazy upbringing but I always look forward to the winter for this powder dry reason: Sleighing, building snowman and having snowball fights really is the most fun plus it's easy to track all the animals and birds that visit your garden cos their footprints are so much the more visible.
You can watch birds arrive for feeding too:
See I'm organized,eh? Plus I have heaps of long socks to keep my legs warm.
Cold also kills of nasty bugs off to which is no bad thing.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I am...Me
I can remember the battles around accepting I could be anything other than an adult female even if I didn't feel exactly I was one as I'd never felt really 'high school' at high school forever being the Junior, still thinking I was in a Junior school, regressing frequently much to the bemusement of my classmates as understanding as they were of me.
The simple reality of this is I'm a girl who is NOT an adult who does belong in junior attire, who ought to be able to play, suck lolipops just like a junior because that's MY headspace and functioning is at.
I belong in a gingham dress, school gymslip or short tails with my Mary Janes on in LittleSpace and have the right to be me.
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