Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Paisley- A distinctive intricate pattern of curved, feather-shaped figures based on a pine-cone design from India. Named after the town Paisley, Scotland, the original place of manufacture.

Definitely my favourite print at the moment. I don't really know how to describe why I like it, but on the plus side, at least it doesn't look like a plant cell under a microscope, which is a reason why I dislike many prints.
Sadly I do not own any clothing whatsoever with the print. Besides my mom's multi-coloured hand towels that I didn't even know were paisley until I looked carefully.
(I am currently looking for pictures of paisley clothing to put in this post, but honestly everything i'm finding looks like shit. The more I look at it, the more it looks like cells. Oh no.)
I realised that paisley, like almost any other print, only looks nice when the colours are the right combinations.

This is actually so beautiful. The colours are so pretty together and plus, it's off-shoulder. I cannot resist off-shoulder, oh my goodness, it is my weakness.
All photos credit to: asos

I feel like this last one might feel a bit like wearing a carpet, but overall, I think that paisley is quite a stunning, beautiful print to wear.
If anyone sees this post and is then compelled to buy something paisley, tell me.
Or if you do buy something paisley after seeing this post, tell me as well.
PEACE, all you lonely cat women. (aka myself)

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Days Without You Are The Longest

The days without you are the longest
I sit at home
Drink tea and silently wonder
For what seems like an hour, is only five minutes

The days without you are the longest
My mind leaping
I dream of blue skies and green fields
Dreams that I delicately form, shattered by reality

The days without you are the longest
Tired eyes blink
Sleepless nights on a bed of sheets
I turn and look for comfort, but am walled with nothingness

The days without you are the longest
A weary sigh
I wait patiently and longingly
Two days, a week, a month, a year, when does this waiting end?

The days without you are the longest
I open my eyes
And you're finally home