Favourite Things Friday - From C

Another friday before you know it! and again its time for favourite things friday. With Christmas looming today was Tree day in the house of Courtney. With two little kids wanting to do tree like it was the best thing on earth, and at that age, it doesnt really get much better than Tree decorating. After a few breakages a few tears, and alot of tinsel on the floor, my favourite thing was sitting on the couch relaxing, and watching to lights twinkle. There is something truly magical about fairy lights. Anything can happen during your day when fairy lights are involved.

put my feet up, sip my tea, and crochet a blanket for a tent of love.
cant get much more favourite than that.

enjoy your friday evening
xox Courtney

Saturday Favourites - C (Im late!)

Yes you read it right! I am late with my Friday Faves, I've just re-moved back into my house and Im currently undergoing the mammoth task of making this halfway house of doom, into a quirky nooky home. I've been scouring blogs, and design sites, getting ideas for cheap make overs, handmade decoration ideas...so Im daydreaming about how to make my kitchen..mine.

all images are from WeHeartIt
and maybe ill sit and link what mine looks like after I've finished it!
enjoy your weekend.
-C

My Top 10 a Bucket List.

The thought of a bucket list, is a little morbid, but when I sat for a few mintures there were so many things I wanted to do! some small..some more bigger dreamier kind of things..but all things that I hold in my heart.


1. Marry the Man I love.

2. Become an Art Teacher and Sucessful Artist.

3. Own a quirkly little second hand bookstore...where reading the books is more important then the price of them.
4. To own a little cottage, where every room feels like home.
5. to travel again...I did so little of it, then had kids...so one day I'd like to be able to travel again..back to paris, Italy, New york...Japan.
6. To have the craft room of my dreams...and not the craftroom of limits...space being a major issue...and to learn to sew.

7. To learn Spanish Fluently...and not just the dirty lustful hot words *smiles*

8. To become a published writer...to one day have a novel in a bookstore that people actually enjoy.
9. To watch my kids, live happy healthy lives..to watch them grow up into amazing individuals.
Doing something they truly love and adore.

10. To still be totally head over heels breathlessly in love at 80.

Just 10 things Id like to do or see before I die...but 10 very close my heart things.
enjoy the lists from the other girls from Kiss My Serendipity

(all images were found via WeHeartIt)

enjoy your Tuesday.
- Courtney

I wanted to make it special...a little left of centre..a little hopless romantic...and very bright here is my heart in a squash book.

I hope he loves it..as much as I loved making it for him.
- C

Rose Petal Lover.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

Icarry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

E. E Cummings


she wears her heart pinned to her sleeve like delicate lace brooch.
the hopeless romantic in her, lets her heart beat fast and slow to the sound of his voice,
there are footprints up her arm, over her shoulder, down her collarbone, stopping abruptly at her heart
'it's where I keep him' she whispers quietly, with rose pink cheeks.
it's where I keep the special things...the things I love.

- C

Ink Stained Theme - Courtney

She wears her ink on her wrist, a symbol of love...of once was, of what is to come...she works in ink...everyday a new word, a new sketch, a new line.
Her hands were inkstained most days, she was the artist...the messy girl who had tainted fingers and a smile on her face. She got lost one day, many years ago...forgot the way to the cross roads, wandering in the dark. I found her, one overcast morning, sleeping beside a grey rock, huddled alone. I draw a heart on her cheek, ink stained face...she awoke...eyes filling with liquid emeralds.

Burn a fire in her soul, and she will come to life. Stain her hands with ink, leave a sheet of blank paper by her feet, and let her dance all over it her heart.


I am the original inkstained girl

xx C