All the world's a stage

While Bulldog observed from the santuary of the theatre audience, Charles went on stage today with Sir Ian McKellen. I kid thee not. Brandishing Glamdring, he yelled, "YOU. SHALL. NOT. PASS!!!!!!" nearly decapitating Gandalf in the process.

It was a two-hour fundraiser for Christchurch, an afternoon that shall be etched forever on the memory. Sir Ian, master of rhetoric and nuance, held the audience spellbound as he effortlessly involved them in his performances from Shakespeare to Tolkien. Charles also had the impromptu privilege of falling to the stage as part of the French army in the reenactment of a scene from Henry V. 

And he even got Sir's signature on the first page of his Hobbit book. Such are the perks of living in Middle Earth.

        

raindrops on roses

hi, i'm katie. i make stuff. i saw this skirt boogying on down at our jazz fest four weeks ago and fell in love. yarp, my dwd becks whipped out her phone and snapped it..

insane, no?

i had to have one. so when my auntie sent down a band of black knit already sewn into a dropped waist, i knew my stars had aligned. i grabbed one-metre-forty of black wedding tulle and a cast-off black half-slip from the op shop and left it hanging on my bedroom door.

this weekend, i found my muse:

thank the stars the fairyskirt cost me next-to-nothing, cos this year's birthday boots have totally broken the bank. but they are ridiculously lustable and i love them to the stars and back.

so i'm ready for the skool ball in two weeks' time. yarp, those be self-portraits, taken from the vantage point of my toilet seat.. and yarp, it's a bit of a stretch to label the outfit 'ball wear', but you should see what danger's wearing... x