Spring Awakening

For as long as I can remember, on the 1st of every month I would say 'White Rabbits' however many times that month was, for luck, ie: February; twice.

It's a little tradition whose origins escape me, but lately such traditions have become so important to me, as I re establish my identity in many ways, especially with a name change and all the opportunities such a step brings - and being born in the year of the rabbit, I feel nothing but hope every first of the month with my little ritual.

So today is the first day of September, and the first official day of Spring, and it's been so beautiful - the early freesias are blooming outside my door, filling the air with their sweet perfume, my cat Blade is purring as he curls his body over the quilt my sister Elise bought me which has pride of place on the end of my bed, as I drink green tea, listen to David Bowie and Jackie Wilson whilst trying to write. 

I painted my nails electric midnight blue, and I'm ready for the season.

no makeup, hoodie, and electric blue nails

luck. hope. joy

White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits.



CT x

perfection

Adam Levine...





















Enough said.
CT x

rock-tacular

there are some days where creativity just takes you (and Trish Marmo) over.

How amazing would these be as brooches?

CT x

vingt quatre

The day before my birthday, my mother and I drove my new baby car (who still needs a name; something masculine/flowery, like Gabriel, or Pierre or something) to Pointons Nursery on the banks of the Maribyrnong River for lunch and a beautiful early spring day amongst the trinkets and flowers.

Being a vegetarian always limits my options, but I just love their salad sandwich, with amazing apple and onion chutney. 

salad sandwich supreme

I also had the most amazing passionfruit smoothie.

After sharing my crumbs with the sparrows we walked through the avenues of beautiful plants and trees, so full of colour, and the promise of a glorious spring.

gorgeous cyclamens 

and my most favourite tree of the season, heavenly magnolias

so delicious. thanks Ellie darling.

My actual birthday was very laid back.  Champagne breakfast with french toast and berries, as copied from my dear friend Ellie's blog (although not as photographic)

I rented this ridiculously opulent room with two of my closest friends, Giulia Mormile, and Amy Loone, where we dranks more champagne, ate cheese and went down to Madame Brussels for cocktails and laughter, whilst enjoying the spectacular Melbourne skyline. 




And here are two of the most beautiful cards I got from darling friends.

from my bijou, Trish <3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sums our friendship up perfectly, Amy darling.

 

 

 

and a very special present from Jess Kalponyi, all the way from Radelaide.

A special find in a second hand bookstore. Very precious.

Feeling very spoilt and loved.

How can this year be anything other than blessed, with such beautiful people and friends making it special?

CT x

I just love the stains and notes in the margins, makes the books feel alive, loved.

Brunch and CT Scans...

Today I took my mother to Epping Hospital for a CT scan ( she fell and displaced her shoulder) which wasn't fun,  but brunch in the rainy sun made things much better.

oh yes...

mocha and green tea delight

my AMAZING vege pizza 

CT x

This morning anticipation hangs heavy in the air.
It's not warm, but it's definitely not cold either. It's that nothing temperature, a blank canvas waiting fo the World to pick up it's brush and mark the day for what it will bring.

The clouds are still fluffy, even though they're dressed in shades of dove grey and lilac, clearly indecisive on which way the day will turn.
The wind too seems unsure, as if waiting for confirmation from the clouds as to nature's next move.

You can feel it on your skin; the moisture in the air like the hands of a ghost, brushing down your shoulders and along your arms to grasp your wrist in it's invisible, almost permeable grip.

It's the kind of morning I imagine Phil Collins would write a song about. Perhaps it's the ghost of the drowning man that haunts me today.

I think the World is waiting for a sign. An opportunity.

Or maybe it's just me.

Ever since I was a little girl I've always felt like I was waiting for something. Something big, important - something only I could do.
I know it in my bones that I'm destined for something, but I have no idea what it is.

I've always been an avid reader (my mother jokes that I could read before I could walk) and would spends hours as a child looking for magical stones that would transport me to different worlds where I would be some lost princess come to save the kingdom, or a sorcerer with powers unprecedented to help the disenfranchised.

I've dedicated my entire life to such tales, as a writer and an actor/theatre maker, and while I know there's no magical stone lost somewhere waiting for me, I still can't shake that this suburban 9-5(well 9-6/10-8/2-11 depending on work...) life I've fallen into by neccessity is slowly killing me.

My sadness is unshakable, and constant, a fog that never lifts, a tide which never breaks.

It's my 24th birthday on Saturday, and I don't feel ready for it. Another year gone. Another reminder that life is passing me by, waiting for me to grab hold, just to slip through my fingers.

This year I'm going to make myself a promise. This year will be mine. This year I will live. This year I will believe in my dream, and I will go for it. I will beleive in love, I will believe in my vision, I will believe in my desire and I will finally take a chance.

And just like that, the rain falls.

All my life, I've felt like I was waiting on the World.

I guess the World was really just waiting for me.. .

Courtney-Therese x

Hello darlings,

So this is my first official blog. Here at Kaleidoscope dreaming I hope to share my life, thoughts and visions with you all, in an eclectic, often left-of-centre space where cherry blossom trees dream heavy in their own beauty and dark storms brew and beckon in porcelain tea cups.

Love.  Breathe.  Soar.

Love Courtney-Therese x