River Dance

last night i got to see the river dance show at the Grand Arena, Grand West Casino and wow was it awesome!

My grandparents and dad are Irish and when i was little i used to sit in front of the television and watch their old VHS of Michael Flatley and the rest of the performers tap their hearts out. i always marvelled at how pretty all the dancers were and how daintily they moved (i was and probably always will be a bit of a klutz). i would daydream about being onstage and flipping my hair up like they did.

it was so incredible to see the dancers live and even though i was quite high up i was still mesmerised by the unison and power of the performance.one thing that was a bit of a disappointment was that there was no running theme or story-line, the skits seemed a bit disjointed.

but we got to see Irish dancing, an excellent violinist, singing, a bagpipe player and even some good old traditional jazz tap.

i would recommend anyone go see the show! it was phenomenal!

image from here.

do i make the cut?

so i've been wanting to cut my (very long) hair for a while now but just haven't had the guts to go out and just do it, but now i've found the perfect reason to:

i'm playing with the idea of donating my more than 30cm-long ponytail to cancer patients.

last year i had two family friends pass away and two family members suffer from some form of cancer. it was hard, and made me realise that you really never know when something so serious and heart-wrenching will hit home.

the CANSA organisation welcomes donations of hair under these conditions:
+ it must be 22cm or longer
+ it must be dry
+ it must be tied with an elastic band
+ it must be sent in a sealed jiffy bag

i'm quite set on donating my hair but haven't spoken to a hair dresser yet so will let you all know how it goes.

oh, and happy Tuesday lovelies.
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photo from here.

another thought

Just some words springing to mind on a summer drive to somewhere more important than the most beautiful feeling...

oh,

and i saw a butterfly for just a while.

she was free and flighting as we sat,

trapped inside plans already set in a motion towards town.

our wheels spun and we listened to some summer liquid gold.

i couldn't help feeling like i wanted to be somewhere else,

closer to that feeling inside the song.

but i loved the moment.

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Hope you like them.

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Things I like

This guy's stuff is really cool

Owen Gildersleeve (what a cool surname right? Sounds like something from the medieval times). Anyway, I would love to be able to make stuff like Owen makes stuff...my little heart can dream (and be inspired and motivated ;) )

See more of his awesomeness here.

Monday Raining

With drops kissing the ceiling above me I can hear the cold outside.


What better time to start this, an exploratory blog. Into what I love and who loves it too. Against the ocean of other voices, mixed into words with links and images with no history.

And also because I was inspired...because I like what you did and want to do something like it too, just not quite like you.

Photo from here