{mermaid dreams}

The story goes, that the goddess Atargatis, who was the mother of a queen, was in love with a mortal shepherd but accidentally killed him. After this, and filled with shame, she threw herself into a lake and tried to take the form of a fish, but the waters refused to conceal her divine beauty. Thereafter she lived as a mermaid - human above the waist, fish below.

~what is @ Lola's hip? ~

pencils, con't walk past a table of pencils without a quick hip-snap !

{shooting from the hip}

A walk in the bush with a cheeky smile.

Lola's Bucket List

In no particular order these are the things i want to do, see and experiance

before I kick the bucket.

STOP! and watch my kids grow

more tattoos, a craft sleeve on my left arm with measuring tape, scissors, pincushion, yarn, needles, pins, threads, fabric, knitting delightfully woven together in vibrant colours and a picture of my dad’s Jaguar on the back of my right hip.

ANZAC Day at ANZAC Cove Gallipoli – 2015, the 100th anniversary of the landing at Gallipoli. To pay my respects to the diggers who fell fighting for the freedom that we take for granted today

buy a beat up kombi van – put my Malibu on the roof and roam around Australia like a hippy with my beautiful hubby. (the purpose of this journey is to learn how to use said surfboard that husbeast bought me as a gift 6 years ago).


write a novel

sing, in a punk rock band, in front of people ala Corin Tucker, Kathleen Hanna and Donita Sparks

the Eiffel Tower... i wanna see it , just once, i wanna stand under it with my camera, 1 hour, that is all I ask for.

grow back my dreadlocks, I really loved them... wish I could find a photo ....



set small goals that i can achieve, and remember to not let myself be lost in the sense of failure if things don;t go to plan, learn to embrace the philosophy “ everything happens for a reason”

First 3 Images by Lola

all other images from We Heart It

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

Bucket Lists

What's a Bucket List?

It's simple.
It's a list of things you want to do, see or experience

before you "kick the bucket".

Some people's Bucket List's include

grand plans to circumnavigate the globe in a sailing boat

some people just want to own a cat.

It is not about it being achievable

It's about what you want,

your desires,

your hopes,

your dreams.

Fill Your Bucket

otherwise there is no point in carrying it.

Image from We Heart It

~Squooshy Book Love~

Happy 6th Anniversary

to the sweetest man in the world

The Plumber that Cooks

I love you more today that yesterday.

xxxxxxx Lola

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

big fun love

bright and wild like my heart

~heart factory~

life without love

is like a tree

without blossoms

LOVELETTERS

there is a certain delightfulness about the way that words of love dance on paper.

this week at KMS we are celebrating LOVE LETTERS!

letters from our lovers, letters to our lovers,

letters about our lovers, letters to ourselves about love.

what love looks like, what love smells like, what love tastes like and what love feels like.

join us on this decadent journey beyond they veil of secrecy and celebrate your love letters too.

immerse yourself in love.

L xxx

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