<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:05:46.767Z</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='disability'/><category term='boy'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Cbeebies'/><category term='tidying'/><category term='hello kitty mac cosmetics ad'/><category term='Charlie and Lola'/><category term='play'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Laces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-2489351813308398987</id><published>2009-04-06T09:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:50:11.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!!!</title><content type='html'>I've moved over to tumblr. I doubt i'll ever post here again. I can't really work out this blogger lark. Well, i can, but i prefer to just post photos/text/videos/links etc as individual posts. Much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberrylaces.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://strawberrylaces.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good 'n :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-2489351813308398987?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2489351813308398987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2489351813308398987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2489351813308398987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!!!'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-2902881357119350846</id><published>2009-03-09T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:30:30.967Z</updated><title type='text'>James Frey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWl51BxNAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r_C87loeETs/s1600-h/soBwCdeuhkv9ia8seBJzZZH3o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333748458992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWl51BxNAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r_C87loeETs/s400/soBwCdeuhkv9ia8seBJzZZH3o1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I think you’re beautiful, but I wouldn’t fuck you because when we were done, I wouldn’t want you to feel fucked. I would try to make love to you, and I would probably be clumsy and awkward, but when it was over, I would want you to feel loved.”- James Frey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-2902881357119350846?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2902881357119350846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/james-frey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2902881357119350846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2902881357119350846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/james-frey.html' title='James Frey'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWl51BxNAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r_C87loeETs/s72-c/soBwCdeuhkv9ia8seBJzZZH3o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-7466456241821306264</id><published>2009-03-09T22:36:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:02:48.803Z</updated><title type='text'>B (Pt. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds are so beautiful. I think quite alot of people have a thing for birds though. Like Kate Nash sang: 'Birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head, they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared. But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful, that's how I feel about you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311321618163970962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWa3wKEM5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4BqZMos4jk/s200/il_430xN_57313516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=21051755"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=21051755&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311322417664361794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWbmSh0BUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RJh742YXz2Q/s200/il_430xN_60227387.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=21919949"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_1&amp;amp;listing_id=21919949&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blythe Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisblythe.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.thisisblythe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311324258996425810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWdReBllFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qxccZLFFy5c/s200/34344534543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not sure why, but Blythe Dolls capture me straight away. I'm not sure if it's the need to be an innocent young girl again, or the strange proportions, but I am in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bitterlemons (Flickr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/castmegently/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/castmegently/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325377229460530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWeSjxHlDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7V-tJEVmTMA/s200/3252908939_a68463e58b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ballons, Boys &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; Beds, Bagels, Berries, Braclets, Books, Bookshelves, Bird Cages.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh the list could go on forever and a day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-7466456241821306264?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7466456241821306264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7466456241821306264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7466456241821306264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-pt-2.html' title='B (Pt. 2)'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWa3wKEM5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/X4BqZMos4jk/s72-c/il_430xN_57313516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-878175143164429515</id><published>2009-03-09T21:46:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:35:17.901Z</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things I rather love beginning with 'B'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bat for Lashes, Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian, Black Kids, Bloc Party, Blondie, Blood Red Shoes, Blur, Brand New and Broken Social Scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtRCzmvvdDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtRCzmvvdDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfAiYmHPSko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfAiYmHPSko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSkccp5Hvgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSkccp5Hvgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Blood Red Shoes last year and they really were rather lush. They played some new songs for their new tour, but i wish i knew what they were called because they were simply introduced as 'New Song Two'. Hopefully a new gem of an album will be along soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311311565320550402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWRumZa-AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c-BJqwgyY3M/s320/PICT0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311312305220042706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWSZqvNP9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/322lbjQQE4M/s200/142919814_6c859da14b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54592704@N00/142919814/in/set-72057594097912477/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/54592704@N00/142919814/in/set-72057594097912477/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I studied Japanese for five years, which probably explains my love for all things Japanese, but Bento really are quite sparkling. I'm going to purcase my own soon (i'm thinking a hello kitty bento?) and fill it with rice and the like in funky shapes. Flickr has loads of funky designs that people have made (i particularly like anime design bentos) but i thought i'd go for a spring bunny, seeing as it's spring, and bunny begins with B.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Barbara Vidal (Photographer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dripbook.com/barbaravidal/splash/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dripbook.com/barbaravidal/splash/"&gt;http://www.dripbook.com/barbaravidal/splash/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of my favourite pieces come from the collection 'Ladies Hawk'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWWVH2IbwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fs6WPDQq7zA/s1600-h/87364_800_3064a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311316625180880642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWWVH2IbwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fs6WPDQq7zA/s200/87364_800_3064a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWWPUo5WgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8TFp63VWmeU/s1600-h/87357_800_da7df5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311316525535812098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWWPUo5WgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8TFp63VWmeU/s200/87357_800_da7df5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWWVH2IbwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fs6WPDQq7zA/s1600-h/87364_800_3064a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Banksy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.banksy.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311318402820237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWX8mEYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/89V8ifTqPwE/s200/tescoflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Expect some more exciting 'Bs' later, I have so many in mind. Much love xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-878175143164429515?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/878175143164429515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/878175143164429515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/878175143164429515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/b.html' title='B'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbWRumZa-AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c-BJqwgyY3M/s72-c/PICT0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-4070893491052771075</id><published>2009-03-08T18:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:19:40.404Z</updated><title type='text'>A (Pt. Two)</title><content type='html'>It's still day one, day 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote that because it rhymes and it made me chuckle :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More things I love beginning with 'A' coming right up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About A Boy, Amelie, Atonement, Alice in Wonderland,  American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881389033100018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbQKfC2NEvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A0ZCY0hJiJo/s200/42DFTCAS3IBNTCAD5OO92CA7ME558CAJ2WX3CCAJ6S747CAAH4CBWCA9RVCXLCAPJBSO7CAVKUQ2GCAB37EHSCADNZIHICAXLIZVKCACI12OGCAGE5R2FCAR3ML2UCAHH06HGCA9LQ5LOCAPI1Q9J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881478370138562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbQKkPp0GcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pMMDlpKrlDE/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How i wish to snuggle up with a loved one and go on a movie marathon of my favourite films beginning with 'A'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's occured to me I have to go babysit soon. I will return, probably with artistists, photographers and band beginning with 'A'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-4070893491052771075?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4070893491052771075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/pt-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/4070893491052771075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/4070893491052771075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/pt-two.html' title='A (Pt. Two)'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbQKfC2NEvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A0ZCY0hJiJo/s72-c/42DFTCAS3IBNTCAD5OO92CA7ME558CAJ2WX3CCAJ6S747CAAH4CBWCA9RVCXLCAPJBSO7CAVKUQ2GCAB37EHSCADNZIHICAXLIZVKCACI12OGCAGE5R2FCAR3ML2UCAHH06HGCA9LQ5LOCAPI1Q9J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-3994016597732000534</id><published>2009-03-08T00:24:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:43:21.570Z</updated><title type='text'>A (Pt. One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday I plan to bring you my favourite things beginning with a new letter every day. Interesting huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And as today is the day I invented this sparkling plan, i'll begin.....at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The letter A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland Jewellery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alice In Wonderland is most positively my faourite and my best book/films. I love the surreal nature, I love the blue dresses and croquet. I love the idea of an eccentric rabbit and a tea party and a mirror. Etsy is often a fond place of mine, and 'Alice in wonderland' is a pretty frequent search. Alice in wonderland homemade jewellery is a little bit special. Here's some of my favourites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310608951933301698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbMStHj-c8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1x3nmNqbHU0/s200/il_430xN_60348737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;amp;listing_id=21955966"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;amp;listing_id=21955966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310609791849273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbMTeAfjFxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wOUmHOuOSmo/s200/il_430xN_58887571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_10&amp;amp;listing_id=21520748&amp;amp;ga_search_query=alice+in+wonderland+ring&amp;amp;ga_search_type=tag_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_10&amp;amp;listing_id=21520748&amp;amp;ga_search_query=alice+in+wonderland+ring&amp;amp;ga_search_type=tag_title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a feeling I will be reterning later with some more magical 'A' things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love always, Michs xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-3994016597732000534?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3994016597732000534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/pt-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/3994016597732000534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/3994016597732000534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/03/pt-one.html' title='A (Pt. One)'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SbMStHj-c8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1x3nmNqbHU0/s72-c/il_430xN_60348737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-7667006826572185286</id><published>2009-02-24T18:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:47:16.990Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYB2Mqs24ss"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYB2Mqs24ss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metronomy- A Thing For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-7667006826572185286?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7667006826572185286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7667006826572185286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7667006826572185286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-7242772887493984827</id><published>2009-02-17T22:00:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:20:22.830Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs3xmrPUmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m8Dsgb3ucjU/s1600-h/135097_resize_image_-2090692683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303894311493915234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs3xmrPUmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m8Dsgb3ucjU/s200/135097_resize_image_-2090692683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs2htuBa3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yzHrR-IVWKs/s1600-h/134117_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892938995100530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs2htuBa3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yzHrR-IVWKs/s200/134117_c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs194MtC0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GfpjR-EbyUM/s1600-h/132849_b14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892323332852546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs194MtC0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GfpjR-EbyUM/s200/132849_b14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs10DmuYpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OqM7XOiICC8/s1600-h/132812_DSC08291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892154596090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs10DmuYpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OqM7XOiICC8/s200/132812_DSC08291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1xCbucuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pmVmcS9bCLg/s1600-h/131823_TJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892102741914338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1xCbucuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pmVmcS9bCLg/s200/131823_TJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1rOCUjyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jQACH45sH0I/s1600-h/131548_Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303892002777370402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1rOCUjyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jQACH45sH0I/s200/131548_Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1lxjA4tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zXLq4fnczmA/s1600-h/130890_scott%2B130a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303891909230518994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs1lxjA4tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zXLq4fnczmA/s200/130890_scott%2B130a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I normally spend most of my time complaining about the boys where i live and how boring their dress sense is. How i wish for the above to walk round and look so elegant in my town. Today was different though, when i was walking to work this morning i saw a boy, probably about 18, walking in the opposite direction to me, wearing the cutest shoes, shirt, skinny jeans, funky quiffish hair and GET THIS holding a novel in one hand!!! I wanted to stand in front of him and not let him pass instead of shying away to the side of the pavement. I wonder what he was doing, walking from the direction of town at 8.30 in the morning holding a battered old book. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish for these type of boys to come live near me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All images from www.lookbook.nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-7242772887493984827?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7242772887493984827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7242772887493984827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7242772887493984827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZs3xmrPUmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m8Dsgb3ucjU/s72-c/135097_resize_image_-2090692683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-1347408915061292815</id><published>2009-02-16T19:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:09:29.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Pretty please canI have a new room?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnFYyGpgRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qtCYS--qG0Q/s1600-h/1198712151_43fcd437ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487065762660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnFYyGpgRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qtCYS--qG0Q/s320/1198712151_43fcd437ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23264080@N00/1198712151/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/23264080@N00/1198712151/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnEVJapthI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PjA1-ZmVN3Y/s1600-h/2416510775_1d996d8e3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303485903789471250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnEVJapthI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PjA1-ZmVN3Y/s320/2416510775_1d996d8e3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A little funny way of displaying all those glow-in-the-dark treasures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/2416510775/in/set-72157607891844434/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/2416510775/in/set-72157607891844434/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnDnqGm7_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d9atXf3q3r8/s1600-h/2978554099_1ac1a7c606.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303485122289790962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnDnqGm7_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d9atXf3q3r8/s320/2978554099_1ac1a7c606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Cute little treats: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/2978554099/in/set-72157607897614889/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/2978554099/in/set-72157607897614889/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the day updating my bedroom inspiration notebook. I so very much wish to be able re-decorate my room, but it's so teeny-tiny it's hard to keep it tidy long enough to re-decorate it. I so very much wish for a dressing table and pretty lights and a delocate bed with beautiful covers. Antique globes and a bird cage and photos of vintage treats and treasures pasted on the walls. How I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-1347408915061292815?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1347408915061292815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-please-cani-have-new-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1347408915061292815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1347408915061292815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-please-cani-have-new-room.html' title='Pretty please canI have a new room?'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SZnFYyGpgRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qtCYS--qG0Q/s72-c/1198712151_43fcd437ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-8792952423138728351</id><published>2009-02-14T11:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:39:27.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty mac cosmetics ad'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Oh what a gem I found. This ad reminds me of Alice in Wonderland. So surreal, yet slightly scary. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8OA-fBtAAY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8OA-fBtAAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-8792952423138728351?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8792952423138728351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8792952423138728351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8792952423138728351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_14.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-3044491815835016509</id><published>2009-02-10T20:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:07:44.746Z</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>"if you were a fruit youd be coloured like a rainbow. and youd be orangey inside and as you get closer to the middle of the fruit it gets softer and bluey red beans appear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just something somebody said to me today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-3044491815835016509?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3044491815835016509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/3044491815835016509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/3044491815835016509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-7345168894345258217</id><published>2009-02-07T11:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:50:50.168Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11em_FqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vm9v_1ZhV9w/s1600-h/3241317102_6ae0f90a01_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300021505206626882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11em_FqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vm9v_1ZhV9w/s320/3241317102_6ae0f90a01_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11YKW-9DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MhO_ObIlaBk/s1600-h/3125179043_3cf90ec24c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300021394443007026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11YKW-9DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MhO_ObIlaBk/s200/3125179043_3cf90ec24c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11SQ7254I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZOakdC0OKk/s1600-h/3097638795_a2eedd9883_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300021293129066370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11SQ7254I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZOakdC0OKk/s200/3097638795_a2eedd9883_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11MkyOPrI/AAAAAAAAADw/NbKGaImJZbU/s1600-h/3094170892_eda25abacc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300021195378146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11MkyOPrI/AAAAAAAAADw/NbKGaImJZbU/s200/3094170892_eda25abacc_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/misspaq/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/misspaq/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few of my favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-7345168894345258217?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7345168894345258217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7345168894345258217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7345168894345258217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_07.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SY11em_FqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vm9v_1ZhV9w/s72-c/3241317102_6ae0f90a01_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-6059419198965662323</id><published>2009-02-06T09:55:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:02:31.866Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peaches, Bunny &amp;amp; Lily, so very very cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theselby.com/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof/index.html"&gt;http://www.theselby.com/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwKNn7nUVI/AAAAAAAAADo/iX9TDC8f2vQ/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299622090681831762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwKNn7nUVI/AAAAAAAAADo/iX9TDC8f2vQ/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwKJMfIOuI/AAAAAAAAADg/FBxnCZpnd0Y/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299622014595119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwKJMfIOuI/AAAAAAAAADg/FBxnCZpnd0Y/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ-vFXPMI/AAAAAAAAADY/O3UhxwVkRH0/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299621834903731394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ-vFXPMI/AAAAAAAAADY/O3UhxwVkRH0/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMG!!!! Colour co-ordinated books!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ6OTXP8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rdy33s7ngmw/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299621757384605634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ6OTXP8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/rdy33s7ngmw/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ1Gp23nI/AAAAAAAAADI/BIgpItYBLFE/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299621669432122994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJ1Gp23nI/AAAAAAAAADI/BIgpItYBLFE/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have that necklace!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJbNoOJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/R3m7dD1-M70/s1600-h/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299621224627708962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwJbNoOJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/R3m7dD1-M70/s200/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-6059419198965662323?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6059419198965662323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/6059419198965662323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/6059419198965662323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYwKNn7nUVI/AAAAAAAAADo/iX9TDC8f2vQ/s72-c/9_25_08_Peaches_Geldof_10702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-8398172254976030437</id><published>2009-02-05T19:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:59:24.048Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>These are just gorgeous!!! Little dolls made out of wooden thread spools!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5461956"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5461956&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ericadaley.com/"&gt;http://www.ericadaley.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299404148785845682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYtD_vGclbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1SUWadMmI1Y/s320/il_430xN_55031788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Valentine - Special Edition Large Gal, $6.75 + $4.60 p&amp;amp;p to UK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20368392"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20368392&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-8398172254976030437?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8398172254976030437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8398172254976030437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8398172254976030437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SYtD_vGclbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1SUWadMmI1Y/s72-c/il_430xN_55031788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-878069500447514001</id><published>2009-01-24T13:45:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:09:11.941Z</updated><title type='text'>January Sparkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry sparkles, my lack of posting hasn't been due to any hatred. I've been super busy revising for my psychology exam a few weeks ago and doing lots of food nutrition and health &amp;amp; social care coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, it's Saturday and i'm feeling awfully ill, so I thought i'd post some wonderful little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=88030"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=88030&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5515534"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5515534&lt;/a&gt; (their second etsy store). Their beautiful collage, fading style treats have got me hooked. I'm utterly and completely in love with this in particular:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294866415764612690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SXsk86TLplI/AAAAAAAAACw/-veufrQ00gM/s320/Lung+Pendant.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lungs: Pendant - 1919 Vintage Ephemera $12 + $3 postage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19755781"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19755781&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, hold your horses!! I just got a phonecall from Jack's dad. Jack is the boy I am supporting with the six week swimming programme organised by You Can Do It (a group organising arts and sports activities for children with additional needs.) He said he wanted to pay me for doing the swimming and is thinking about hiring me to do more work with Jack after the swimming is over!!! Either more swimming or stuff at his house!! Arrghhh!! So exciting!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the other treats i've found. I've fallen in love with CocoRosie. I'm especially in love with &lt;em&gt;Werewolf (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51K4cUTuvc0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51K4cUTuvc0&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;K-Hole (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8AkxN4kLGY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8AkxN4kLGY&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, TV is finally getting good. If anybody knows me, they'll know I watch about 6 hours of TV a year, but for some reason TV has suddenly turned good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the first day of skins series 3!! I was very upset when I heard it's all by new characters, especially about the leaving of Cassie and Sketch from the last series. The old characters were pretty amazing, and not just because we all fell in love with them. I think what made skins so great was the fact that people could relate to it, and every character was a different kind of person, so everyone had somebody they could relate to personally. Jal was the clever one. Chris the druggie. Tony the policital, hot, and clever guy. Sid the 'loser'. Maxie the gay guy etc. There was also loads of different family setups. Single parents, married parents, step parents, older brothers, younger sisters, babies, disabled parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think series 3 is going to be just as good. Naomi and Emily are going to be my favourite- I can just tell &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pushing Daisies Series 2 is back in England next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the start of the series with the ghost, vampire and werewolf who live together. Being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'm a bit addicted to wild at heart at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better start doing some work I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-878069500447514001?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/878069500447514001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-sparkles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/878069500447514001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/878069500447514001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-sparkles.html' title='January Sparkles'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SXsk86TLplI/AAAAAAAAACw/-veufrQ00gM/s72-c/Lung+Pendant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-1295929317780875813</id><published>2008-12-30T20:36:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:35:35.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie and Lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cbeebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Oh Lola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry sparkles, it's been a while &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Michaella says, talking to herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How were all your christmas' and new year's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I have this little sister, Lola. She is small and very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Lola is EXTREMELY excited because the man on the television says it's going to snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Snow is my FAVOURITE and my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, Lola, snow can only come when it is very, very cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It might not snow until midnight or EVEN...tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, I know, but it is extremely VERY cold right now. So I think the snow will come sooner rather than midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola sats, is it snowing yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, when the snow comes, will I hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, No, snow is very, VERY quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, can you eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, you can sort of eat it but it tastes of...COLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, when it falls, does it fall slowly, or does it fall really, really quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, LOOK! Charlie! It's snowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really, REALLY snowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can we go out and play in it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, Not now, Lola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait until morning. Then there'll be more snow and we can go on the sledge with Marv and Sizzles... and you can build a snowman, if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, or a snowdog like Sizzles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, Shhhhhhh, go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, I LOVE snow, Charlie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum and Dad take us to the park and everything is WHITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marv says, Hello! It's fantastic, isn't it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, Where's Sizzles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Yes, where IS Sizzles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marv says , He's here. LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sizzles is hidding in the snow. Good boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marv says, let's make a snowman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lotta says, come on , Lola. Let's make a snowdoggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, do you like our snowdog, Charlie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, WOW, good work, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, Lola says, All the lovely snow is absolutely gone. There's no more white, Charlie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Snowdog is melting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want snow all the time, WHY can't we have snow every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, Imagine if it was Christmas every day, so you has a tree and cakes and presents EVERY single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It wouldn't be a treat, would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, I'm not sure you would like snow every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, imagine white lands where it's snowy and cold EVERY day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the Arctic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOOK! There are reindeer and snowy owls and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, LOOK at the POLAR BEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is he doing, Charlie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, he's going for a swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, I'd like to go swimming. Where is the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, there isn't a beach, Lola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, it's far too cold for us to do swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, then there's the Antarctic, where you get seals and whales and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Penguins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't they look smart like they're going to a party! I WISH I was wearing my best smartest party dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, it's too cold to wear just a dress. You would need a coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, oh yes. I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, Lola says, Charlie...can we go home now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, yeas...but why? I thought snow was your FAVOURITE and was your best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, I do like it, Charlie. But i'm just...I'm just a little chilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Charlie, snow is still my FAVOURITE and is my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, i've got a suprise for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Ohhhh, a teeny-weeny snowman who lives in the freezer! LOOK! He's melting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, shall I out him back in the freezer so we can keep him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lola says, Oh no Charlie, let's watch him melt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287539586439012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SWEdPUGDYJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O1ZAoJonS7M/s200/C_L___SMALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Charlie and Lola Magazine Issue 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post, I just love Charlie and Lola so ever so much. When I was a little bit younger I wanted to be Clarice Bean. I love Lauren Child do much- she is a clever woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some photos of what I made today, but I think i'll leave them until tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-1295929317780875813?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1295929317780875813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-lola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1295929317780875813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1295929317780875813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-lola.html' title='Oh Lola!'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SWEdPUGDYJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O1ZAoJonS7M/s72-c/C_L___SMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-8014393464796932755</id><published>2008-12-19T15:51:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:13:37.470Z</updated><title type='text'>The Places We Find Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exciting things of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;"I'm excited. I'm expecting music students to be different from other people. I imagine them as erudite and elevated, mildy eccentric but colourful and humorous; gentle, understanding souls who'll take me to their creative bosom." - Life, interrupted. The memoir of a nearly person. By James McConnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finished reading Life, interrupted yesterday, or perhaps it was the day before. It was truely beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to see my little brother's christmas play on Thursday. He's the blonde kid with the silver-tinsel-hairband. In the group photo, the boy directly behind him is a little autistic boy in his class that i work with. Behind him is a cutie little boy with downs' syndrome who i also work with &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276469458797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5qdld_AqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ESk3l7QLlE/s320/PICT0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276269566293906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5qR8z5d5I/AAAAAAAAABo/8nxFDTiuZJg/s320/PICT0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It was Charlie &amp;amp; Fran's 18th party on Thursday as well. I met the most delightful guy who likes reading and history. He is very beautiful and had a distant look about him. He was lush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5pI_-G76I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NdG_b3c7YWE/s1600-h/n654050466_5081505_7384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275016283975586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5pI_-G76I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NdG_b3c7YWE/s320/n654050466_5081505_7384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5pNThasVI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZlM77nXFps0/s1600-h/n565837314_1340197_8896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275090251821394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5pNThasVI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZlM77nXFps0/s320/n565837314_1340197_8896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the family christmas party at work yesterday and all the kids got their presents from Santa. Pure mayhem, but the cutest thing ever. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I've drunk 2 litres of home-made apple pie milkshake and feel incredibly ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-8014393464796932755?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8014393464796932755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/places-we-find-ourselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8014393464796932755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/8014393464796932755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/places-we-find-ourselves.html' title='The Places We Find Ourselves'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SU5qdld_AqI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ESk3l7QLlE/s72-c/PICT0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-2859138002445963501</id><published>2008-12-16T18:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:33:18.046Z</updated><title type='text'>The Special Thing About Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Be an explorer...read, surf the internet, visit customers, enjoy arts, watch children play...do anything to prevent yourself from becoming a prisoner of your knowledge, experience, and current view of the world.” - Charles Thompson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading twilight again today. I'd forgotten how beautiful it was. Infact, i'd even forgotten how it ended- but that's an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, i've started reading 'life, interrupted- The memoir of a nearly person' by James McConnel again. I put it down to make way for a re-read of twilight before the film came out. It follows the life of a boy who has tourette's syndrome, but is only diagnosed aged 32. I havn't got to that bit yet, he's around about 17 now, but it's absolutely spine-tingling. The way it's written is just amazing. I wish I could write as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hate getting &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hate the actual moment of decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Switching from mini escape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Back to practical reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Steaming pink flesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Swelled by the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hand on the basin to steady myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dressing gown, towel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wet footprints on the carpet to the bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Must remember not to walk on them in my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I always &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bastard wet socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Niggling, irritating, small-minded annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Footprints, footprints foo foo foo foo foo f f f f f f f f f f f f f f f f ffffff!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fuck off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heart racing even faster now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Return of the headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like a film sequel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My mouth tastes horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm dehydrated, thirsty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the whole of 'the end' between chapter 4 &amp;amp; 5. Before every new chapter is a little thing like that titled 'the end' each time. They always remind me of ...well, me. I know that sounds &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; but the more I read, the more I can relate to what he says. I hope I don't have Tourette's, but there's some similar thought processing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man do I hate those bastard footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of baths, isn't this photo just lush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280475608314798322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SUgElq634PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jqHgHguHf2g/s320/ff5c604cf953c23fdd7601789c172b5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bathroom Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can find this beautiful photographer here, &lt;a href="http://electroncloud.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://electroncloud.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; and here &lt;a href="http://www.gwendolynkraehenfuss.de/"&gt;http://www.gwendolynkraehenfuss.de/&lt;/a&gt;. All their work is absoulutely amazing, and I would hugely recommend a quick browse through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway, baby mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What are you reading at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Loves and kitten licks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-2859138002445963501?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2859138002445963501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-thing-about-kay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2859138002445963501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/2859138002445963501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-thing-about-kay.html' title='The Special Thing About Kay'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SUgElq634PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jqHgHguHf2g/s72-c/ff5c604cf953c23fdd7601789c172b5b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-7857039265439743627</id><published>2008-12-15T21:07:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:18:26.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tidying'/><title type='text'>Am I Still Naked If I Keep My Socks On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today has been a sparkling beautiful day of wonders. Mondays are always looked so badly upon- it's always 'euuugh Monday mornings.' Although normally I would agree with that statement, today changed my mind about Monday mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I went to go see QE2's school christmas play today, where they performed Joseph. QE2 is a special needs school near me which caters for the needs of 3-19 year olds with severe, multiple and profound disabilities. It was the most beautiful play i have ever seen. Alot of the kids that go to school there I know from work, and when i left a teenager who i work with (who was Joseph) saw me and ran up to me shiney from smiles and happiness, and hugged me. His best friend (who played the Elvis man) saw me too and gave me a manly handshake before giving me an equally breath-stopping hug. This was possibly my proudest moment in my life so far. Alot of the other kids saw me too and gave little grins, I was so proud of them all. People assume that kids at a school for kids with such severe disabilities can't do anything, but they're wrong. Anyone sitting in that hall today would of felt as equally as proud and amazed. All the school (about 54 kids- and about 20+ staff) signed the colour song, and when I saw the look on their faces I was equally as proud. You could see that they were as proud as the rest of the audience at their amazing performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll put up some photos when I can find my lead for my phone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enough on that. On other notes, a boy said this to me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'aww thanks well most guys get bad press and i don't blame girls us men can be such fxckers! all i hear is the wrong doing to girls and its so annyoing... A) woman are the most beautiful thinsg on earth B) they are the most caring things ever and C) they should be loved not messed with'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only all boys thought like that. Cute, huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Me and my sister had fun tidying up today. I know- chores can actually be fun if you just laugh a little bit. I think everything could be beautiful if we just look at it in a different way. Even though I nearly fell down the stairs laughing too much, she spat all over my laptop screen (I know- she's a grim being sometimes) and she wiped mascara all over my bed- i utterly love her to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280138584589149810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SUbSETtFJnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2-ZeLmalbNU/s320/PICT0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore my hair- i was jumping on the bed and it became a bit...sex-hair-ish. I found a lifesize dog that i can carry round (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280140505993974498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SUbT0JfsEuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qwe3L_mI2oY/s320/PICT0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; My sister gave me a pretty funky daisy duck hat :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I jizzed in my pants ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best wishes sparkle ponys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-7857039265439743627?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7857039265439743627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-still-naked-if-i-keep-my-socks-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7857039265439743627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/7857039265439743627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-still-naked-if-i-keep-my-socks-on.html' title='Am I Still Naked If I Keep My Socks On?'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SUbSETtFJnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2-ZeLmalbNU/s72-c/PICT0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8987701748051004312.post-1452736037595366535</id><published>2008-12-14T14:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:20:02.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Water &amp; Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not entierly sure what I am supposed to write as my first blog. I want it to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kapow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and special but something tells me that my words won't string together to make such a thing ever happen. But I like water &amp;amp; cream, so all is sparkling really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm going to think of something useful to write. In years to come people will look at this and be like 'oh, that kid was a funny one' and I will drink my cranberry and gin and eat my intestines as I giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves &amp;amp; kitten licks my little kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8987701748051004312-1452736037595366535?l=strawberrylaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1452736037595366535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/water-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1452736037595366535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8987701748051004312/posts/default/1452736037595366535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberrylaces.blogspot.com/2008/12/water-cream.html' title='Water &amp; Cream'/><author><name>Kaylaarr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723850993783987032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJa7VcXHpQY/SaQ_TTiHAkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YjOwQk2lCDI/S220/scan002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
