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April 27, 2012

Happy friday everyone. It’s been a long week and the weather has been challenging. It’s friday, it’s sunny right now (at least for a moment). I have had a great few weeks and look forward to the next few weeks and what they have in store for me.

For a while now, i’ve been wanting to tell you the story of how the colourliving website was created. It was definitely a labour of love for me and i had lots of fun on the way. You have to wait for a few days while i prepare the post.

Meanwhile i wanted to say a huge thank you to all my readers, to all of those who take time out and leave such encouraging and wonderful comments. It means the world to me and i love every single one. I know how lucky i am to have a bunch of bloggers who are diverse, interesting and engage with every post and many of you i can call friends.  You all rock and i’m feeling very emotional as i write this. I hope you can tell how very greatful i am and how i look forward to bring you interesting and inspiring content.

I leave you with one of my favourite poems and wish you all a happy and fantastic weekend. xx

Do you have a favourite poem?

 

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27 Comments

  • Reply Nicola April 27, 2012 at 7:10 pm

    Why wait?

    See you tomorrow……….in purple?

    x

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 10:49 am

      HA…. lovely to see you on Saturday x

  • Reply Theresa April 27, 2012 at 7:29 pm

    I love your no nonsense approach to life and how you live life to its fullest potential. I will always return here for your unique point of view and the stories you share. Looking forward to reading the one about how colourliving got its start.
    Have a great weekend, Tina!

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 10:50 am

      T, thanks for the huge compliment. Indeed I have a ‘no nonsense approach to life’! Pleased it comes across…

  • Reply Tracey Chalk April 28, 2012 at 12:12 am

    So love that poem. I used to teach that to 14 year olds. It was lost on them i think. I love C Day Lewis ‘Walking Away’

    It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
    A sunny day with leaves just turning,
    The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
    Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
    Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away

    Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
    You walking away from me towards the school
    With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
    Into a wilderness, the gait of one
    Who finds no path where the path should be.

    That hesitant figure, eddying away
    Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
    Has something I never quite grasp to convey
    About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
    Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.

    I have had worse partings, but none that so
    Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
    Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
    How selfhood begins with a walking away,
    And love is proved in the letting go.

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:01 am

      I’m not surprised Jenny Josephs poem was lost on 14 year olds… why was that on the curriculum anyway? I didn’t know you were a teacher….

      Thank you for the lovely poem…great to see you girl and hope you didn’t go too mad in Liberty x

      • Reply Tracey Chalk May 9, 2012 at 11:45 pm

        I am a lady of many talents.
        Or a Jack of all trades, master of none.
        A matter of perception there my dear!

        • Reply tina May 9, 2012 at 11:47 pm

          Yes, spoken from my heart… I’m the same. But all I know is that when were are old, we shall wear purple…:)

  • Reply caroline April 28, 2012 at 12:14 am

    What a wonderful poem Tina-love it! you deserve all the comments you get-your blog is insightful, original and brilliantly written-a talented lady x

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:02 am

      Awwwww… lovely lovely Caroline.

      At least I got to see and hug you on Thursday… in your killer heels x

  • Reply Toni April 28, 2012 at 8:18 am

    OMG! I just love that poem Tina – how when we are younger we live too carefully ! I am planning to be that lovely lady wearing purple and living not carefully but freely and carefree!
    xxx

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:03 am

      Yes, you and I will no doubt wear purple… hey, remember that in years to come x

  • Reply Michaela April 29, 2012 at 4:41 pm

    Hello Tina – very inspiring stuff! Thank you too for showing the Salvador Dali Mae West Lips sofa!! One of my biggest design crushes! x Michaela

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:04 am

      Howdie Michaela…. ahhh, wait to see about the Dali Sofa… thanks for stopping by x

  • Reply Erin April 29, 2012 at 9:14 pm

    I’m not a huge poetry buff or lover, but that poem is very sweet. I do love William Blake, and one Pablo Neruda poem (“Every Day you Play”, really beautiful and moving). I can’t wait to see how everything with your site came together! I’m also happy t be a part of this journey you’re on, I consider myself very lucky to have you in my posse 🙂 xoxo Hope you’ve had a lovely weekend, Tina!

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:06 am

      Hello kiddo. William Blake is cool and must check out the PN poem. Thanks for that. Always like coming across new stuff:)

      Eekk, have to bloody write the post…. hope you had lovely weekend too and enjoyed the pic of the UK posse representatives x

      • Reply Erin April 30, 2012 at 4:47 pm

        Oh, I so did! It was such a great pic of all of you, too! Wish I could’ve been there xo

  • Reply Chi @ Carousel April 30, 2012 at 8:45 am

    What a great poem! I’m so looking forward to being an eccentric old lady – Anna Piaggi has been my role model for years! 😀

    Thank YOU, Tina dear, for providing inspiring, thought-provoking content and a cool place to hang out. You are truly one of a kind! xo

    Here’s a poem I came across yesterday that really resonated with me:

    Come to the edge, come to the edge.
    We might fall.
    Come to the edge.
    It’s too high!
    COME TO THE EDGE!
    And they came
    And he pushed
    And they flew.

    Christopher Logue

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:07 am

      C’mon african queen, you’ll look brill in purple. You know when on the singing talent shows like X-Factor and now The Voice they say: you can sing the phone book. Well, you can never anything and look spectacular!

      I LOVE the poem and have never heard it before… thank you for that… x

  • Reply Holly April 30, 2012 at 10:44 am

    When I am old, I want to pimp out my walker with shiny tassels and colourful trinkets 🙂

    The poem is great, I do remember reading it in school!

    You and your blog are fab, and I do look forward to the “makings of” posts.

    Thank YOU for providing us with such wonderful, insightful and original content!

    Xx.

    • Reply tina April 30, 2012 at 11:08 am

      ‘en I am old, I want to pimp out my walker with shiny tassels and colourful trinkets’…. can I do that to my Zimmer frame ????

      Thank you for darling x

  • Reply annie April 30, 2012 at 10:55 pm

    I like nonsense the best. My favourite poem is either the owl and the pussycat, the jumbles, the jabberwocky or mairzy doats. But you have to sing it out loud to make sense of it! my boyfriend when I was sixteen used to wear a pork pie hat, play the guitar and sing it to me.

    Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
    A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?

    Either that or WH Auden’s stop the clocks but that’s a bit of a cliche perhaps?

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    Or First World war poetry. Which is a bit random. And upsetting.

    Was lovely seeing you on Saturday, let’s meet up soon? x

    • Reply tina May 2, 2012 at 10:29 am

      You let go of the boyfriend at 16 who sang for you?????

      I don’t know “the owl and the pussycat, the jumbles, the jabberwocky or mairzy doats”, so will check them out. Thanks for that.

      The first time I heard ‘Stop the clocks’ was in “Four weddings and a funeral”… it left me speechless and has been a favourite since.
      I also like ‘Haiku’ poetry but my knowledge in poetry isn’t vast.

      Yes, we must meet up soon. Let’s put something in the diary… x

  • Reply ursula (room to bloom) May 2, 2012 at 2:52 pm

    Luuuuuuuurv this poem Tina! Now I finally know what the buzz was about on the weekend : ) Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us here and keep ‘m coming x

    • Reply tina May 2, 2012 at 4:22 pm

      Ta x

  • Reply Jennifer May 3, 2012 at 5:54 am

    I echo everyone else – I love your honest writing and all of your wonderful profiles on the artistic and creative people in your life! Thank you for engaging with all of us and sharing wonderful content here on the blog!

    • Reply tina May 3, 2012 at 3:05 pm

      Awww, but then you know how I feel about your blog:) I’ll never forget that first post I read, thanks to Annie tweeting, on Karl Lagerfeld.

      I never told you that a few days later went to a talk with Angela Missoni. At Q&A I asked her how she viewed the online collaboration between KL and Net-a-Porter.com… so ta x

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