The Fictitious Life of Elizabeth Black | a notebook.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Quilt Name Tag

Loved the bird next to the name. A lovely finishing touch to a quilt.
And the quilt (& binding) behind looks lovely too.



Thursday, December 28, 2017

Clocks + Happiness


Thank you to Mark McKinley for these words of wisdom. 


Words said during an interview video made by Narratively. You can watch the video here. 
Found via Messy Nessy Chic.

I made the quote collage on Polyvore.

By the sea

Photos from a trip along the coast.





this flower from instagram @connorfranta
All photos by me except the yellow one. I just thought it went with the vibe of the others.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

I'm a rebel just for kicks now

I haven’t quite made up my mind whether I want to buy this song yet, so I have just been listening to it on YouTube… still, rather catchy. “Feel it still” by Portugal the Man.



Image: Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club – A Rebel just for kicks now – not quite 1986 – that would have been too poetic, TBC was made in 1985, darn it.*
*If you’re wondering what that train of thought was about, the lyrics from the song are:
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986,

Friday, September 15, 2017

Musical similarities are following me... through the streets

This time, the stalker is:
Coming Home - Leon Bridges
and
Be Your Man - Moses Jordan

See - or rather, hear:



Point made. Over and out.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

A Poemical Interlude: Study by D H Lawrence

Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird
Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel,
Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads back,
Stirred by an impetuous wind. Some ways’ll
All be sweet with white and blue violet.
    (Hush now, hush. Where am I?—Biuret—)

On the green wood’s edge a shy girl hovers
From out of the hazel-screen on to the grass,
Where wheeling and screaming the petulant plovers
Wave frighted. Who comes? A labourer, alas!
Oh the sunset swims in her eyes’ swift pool.
    (Work, work, you fool—!)

Somewhere the lamp hanging low from the ceiling
Lights the soft hair of a girl as she reads,
And the red firelight steadily wheeling
Weaves the hard hands of my friend in sleep.
And the white dog snuffs the warmth, appealing
For the man to heed lest the girl shall weep.

(Tears and dreams for them; for me
Bitter science—the exams. are near.
I wish I bore it more patiently.
I wish you did not wait, my dear,
For me to come: since work I must:
Though it’s all the same when we are dead.—

I wish I was only a bust,
      All head.)

Monday, July 3, 2017

Even more musical similarities

The song Sunny by Boney M was featured in the series River. The tune seemed so familiar. Where from? I knew the similar song was featured in the film Hitch so that was the spark for finding this similarity.

In the first 30 seconds of Sunny, (the first 45 or so in this clip) the tune which we also find prominently in Ooh Wee appears.