Laura Cheshire's Blog
Tuesday 5 May 2015 9:50pm
I'm listening to Peter and Gordon in Venice, bound for a pink, red and purple-coloured apartment - an acquired attraction, I believe. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
The Dad Pose.
You are the earth on which I travel.
Thursday 16 April 2015
I am now a wanderer. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
Money grows on trees, you know.
You Are A Work Of Art
By Laura Cheshire
They briefly whisper velvety words, intoxicated by the grand halls.
They never care to read your unassumingly placed description.
If only they knew that your didactic is coated with more colour than any canvas.
Mr. Robin Redbreast
By Laura Cheshire
I'm awfully fond of you, Mr. Redbreast,
And if it weren't for my gangly presence causing you great unease,
I'd sing a song with you, Mr. Redbreast,
As you gracefully flitter through the trees.
The Dad Pose.
We hope you like our story, although, there isn't one. That is to say, there's many, that way there is more fun.
Sunday 5 April 2015 19:40pm
I'm listening to Romantic Works by Keaton Henson and reading an article on beachcombing. The writer has since mentioned that each fragment of glass and pottery will outlive us - a very dreary Easter Sunday indeed! I've recently traveled and said goodbyes. Only a few more items to pack oxoxoxoxoxoxox
Laura's Gift Shop And Traveling Birthday Gathering.
Ticket To Ride.
Subway Leaving Party.
Friday 20 March 2015 2:25am
I am surrounded by pyramids of objects, all built at various attempted dates of packing. Leeds was a brilliant adventure. In due time, I will print my feelings in rhyme. When I was a child, I'd often run away - mostly to a park until it turned dark and rainy and I started to question if a fight about who's turn it was to do the dishes really validated opting for a bleak future residing in a playhouse. Now I am in need of The Monkees. Packing can wait another day. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
No more home, no more love. I just have to learn it all again.
I had too much to dream last night.
From Tara ♥
Thursday 12 February 2015 6:00am
I am still awake due to a wearisome wisdom tooth so am keeping occupied with 6am writings and Patsy Cline. I watched Frank recently. I wish every film were of the same grain. It is brilliant. I don't want to rattle on about romance except I recently read an article about the greatest love letters of all time and I adored Richard Burton's to Elizabeth Taylor in 1964:
'My blind eyes are desperately waiting for the sight of you. You don't realize of course, E.B., how fascinatingly beautiful you have always been, and how strangely you have acquired an added and special and dangerous loveliness.'
Beethoven could certainly poetise a few good words too. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
I have to admit that I'm not a devoted Valentines Day advocate. At school, February the 14th always emphasised the fact that the gents in my year weren't all that bowled over by painfully shy boyish-looking girls with fierce acne. I do get incredibly excited by a lovely thing called love though so, with that in mind, I will share four of my favourite ways of giving it (in DIY gift form).
A lover's shrine isn't just for stalkers. If it is presented in a tiny box and doesn't include snippets of hair or old gum, it is actually fairly romantic. Although, if your one and only is expecting a marriage proposal, a misleading-shaped decorative matchbox might not go down so well.
A paper doll of your soul mate is a certain winner. For the purpose of this entry and my wildest fantasies, I will pretend I'm dating Noel Fielding. Do not worry if you cannot draw decently - as your Honeybear, they will be so immensely infatuated by you that they believe anything you create is wondrous and of great talent.
The mixed tape / CD is due a revival. With music so easily accessible nowadays, to press play on a stereo and await affectionately hand-picked songs from your courter is the bee's knees. Throw in a love letter for good measure.
Even though the penny is not considered a favourable coin, it should not be so readily dismissed - 400 of them earn you a daily bus ticket, 1000 earn you two moderate beers along Call Lane, and only one is needed to earn your significant other endless pleasure. Find one that is dated from the year you first locked eyes on one another and superglue it to an old necklace or ring (pre-loved jewellery adds to the charm). And remember, if all else fails, just have some ridiculously priced heart-shaped chocolate on standby.
Thursday 29 January 2015 6:50am
I'm listening to Hummingbird by Local Natives, writing poetry and painting my nails 'Pop Art' as it snows. There is quite a decent number of posing photographs in this post due to, once again, having unrequited feelings which leads to redirected focus on art and photography (and posing). oxoxoxoxoxoxox
Friday 9th January 2015 4:00am
It appears Germany is on the cards after a 5am ticket purchase to see Passenger in Bonn. I can relate to his words so much ♥. It is now 2015 - the year I plan to journey home. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
New Year's Eve.
My dear, I'll be there soon.
Wednesday 31 December 2014 5:40pm
After another wild run across the station, I once again missed the train to Birmingham. Time, eh! I built a boyfriend. He somewhat resembles John Lennon and Errol. I watched a Roald Dahl performance, had a fair few guinesses with family, watched fireworks and it snowed. Best doll up for New Year's - I am late. oxoxoxoxoxoxox
Sunday 21 December 2014 3:35am
I am mid-poem entitled 'A Romantic's Tale of Misfortune and Sorrow' and listening to Lykke Li. After the German Markets yesterday, I visited McDonald's and recorded a washroom tale. I love how eloquent, vivid and rhythmic strangers can unintentionally be (even after a few ales). oxoxoxoxoxoxox
Champion Up North.