Found this amazing lush place, in the rain, on the grounds of Cowdry Castle, in West Sussex, on Sunday. We were planning to give Shini a hand bringing her clothes to the blogger's car boot sale, and her phone went dead on Saturday and meanwhile we thought we were doing a favour for our friend's new younger wife, while he was in Norway lecturing for a month. Shini was completely gracious about having to switch gears and lug it all onto the Tube. So we took off @ 9:30 a.m. only to find out, just as we neared Brighton, she cancelled on us.
Hence us stumbling on this amazing place.
Shot myself in the window of Joseph, yesterday, in an old dress I've saved that was my mother's. I never wear it but I love the fabric. Wore it with my old black brogues from Barney's, NY, some black cotton ankle socks, one shoulder bag (brown leather) is Coach, the cotton turquoise bag which I carry everywhere (it's perfect for my camera, long as I keep it in a zip lock bag so I don't spill water on it) is from Accessorise. Oh and the cardigan is Massimo Dutti.
Was going to ask Mr. Dude to do a proper photo shoot, not just a quick shot in the middle of the street while being run over by black taxi cabs, but he said 'I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't think it's your best look, Jill.' Felt this was too big & baggy, prefers me in cleaner, more fitted stuff. What do you think? I like both, these days.
For those of my blog friends like Roz, or Jazmine, I don't expect you to get the reference to this post's title. The song was recorded well before you were a twinkling in your mama and your papa's eyes. It's the cover song to the all time great album, Sweet Baby James, by James Taylor. My own sweet friend in NY, Lisa, or the original Polka Dot, reminded me of this line in her comment for the last post. I haven't got the song out of my head, since.
What I didn't realise at the time - which he mentions in another lesser known, earlier version, shown here - is that he wrote it as a lullabye for his nephew, who was also called James. Now it all makes sense.
"There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway, a song that they sing when they take to the sea. A song that they sing of their home in the sky, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, but you know singing seems to work fine for me."
I mean, beat THOSE lyrics with a stick!