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Samhain onboard

1 Nov

Happy Halloween to all and Blessed Be to fellow pagans.
For the first time in a few years, I am not working on Halloween weekend so have had the chance to chill out onboard my boat drinking spiced apple tea, reading spooky stories (there are some horrors in Neil Gaiman’s “Fragile Things”) and burning the green skull candle I’d been saving. I even found a “Day of the Dead” page in my colouring book. (Yes I have a colouring book. Actually, I have three- and they rock.)

I had loads of errands to run in town so braved the scariest thing of all- Saturday shopping in Milton Keynes. BUT, as I get phone reception there, it turned out to be a good thing I did- I accidentally visited the Gothic Manchester festival while on tour last weekend and entered a raffle in aid of S.O.P.H.I.E. to win a knitted Cthulhu. As I want my bathroom to be sea monster themed, I’ve wanted one for ages. Well, I got a phone call and… look!!! The white one is mine!!! ❤
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Also, the reading rooms at Manchester’s library are amazing. There has to be a secret portal in here. Right?

Samhain (aka Halloween) is the pagan new year- marking the end of the ‘light’ half of the year. The Celts believed that days began at sunset and so the new year begins now, at the dark half of the year. It’s a time for remembering the dead and celebrating the lives of ancestors. Though I love a good party and making costumes, I also find the season a time for being still and meditative. Especially losing someone at this time, it was even more important to me that I had my alone time.
As I know very little about my ancestors, I thanked them for the fact that I’m alive thanks to them and lit an extra candle, and wrote messages to the friends I have known who have died. (Luckily, there have been few.)
One of these friends died while I was at school, still living with my mum. That night, I stuck this little plastic stained-glass-effect butterfly on my bedroom window for her. It sat there for fifteen years and after I left home a decade ago, my mum tried to remove it. It resisted all attempts at dislodging it and now that my mum is moving house too, she assumed it would stay there but had one last try at pulling it from the window. It practically fell into her hand. ❤
Looking at it now, it reminds me very much of some tattoos on another very close friend. I don’t know what that is supposed to ‘mean’ but things seem to have come full circle in a way, like so many things in life. All I can do is hope that in the same way, we’ll be reunited with our loved ones who died first.

My little space on the hearth, with candles, tea, notepad and snuggly carpet. See the skull candle?
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I didn’t dress up this year but as I dress up every day (even when I’m naked, I’m being a wood sprite, goddess or strange sculpture), that’s fine. I have some beautiful photos from an Autumn photoshoot with Shannon Swift and Orchid Corsetry, in which I think I look rather vampiric! 😉

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It’s the first day of NaNoWriMo, which I’ll tell you about soon- so for now, I’m going to get writing. 🙂 Wish me luck!



1 Feb

Today is Imbolc- aka Candlemas aka St Brigid’s Day! Saint Brigid was named after the pagan goddess Bride (pronounced ‘brede’) and her festival represents the beginning of Spring (hooray!) I saw the first snowdrops yesterday, so hopefully the weather should start to get warmer again. I love snuggly days with coffee and a book in front of the fire, but living on a canal boat isn’t the most comfortable in the winter. (Frozen windows, dripping condensation etc etc…) I can’t wait for warm mornings on deck, watching this year’s chicks grow up. (Yes, there will be photos…)
‘Pinch me, I’m dreaming’ has been a common theme these past few months but it finally sunk in that I have somewhere of my own, when I had my best girl Anita De Bauch to stay for a few days. I expected it to be a bit of a squash but while watching a film in the bed-den and surrounded by many forms of chocolate, I realised that we fit perfectly comfortably and perhaps my boat is a bit like a Harry Potter car- it expands on the inside to fit the company!
We spent a few nights onboard, then moved over to the Mothership, split for a few days and met up again in time for a magazine-launch party in a secret bunker. A zombie apocalypse magazine-launch party in a secret bunker… Weirdly, we swapped our usual styles and I dressed as a femme fatale zombie, while Ms De Bauch became “Malibu-zombie-hunter”! Want to see?
It was a fantastic night, with much dancing and new music discoveries- though I think my neighbours may now be plotting to kill me (or ban the ‘repeat’ button).

Anyway, back to Imbolc thoughts: the festival is about potential and preparation. It isn’t yet a celebration of Spring’s arrival, but of the potential waiting beneath the earth. Historically, it’s why we do ‘spring cleaning’: fire and purification are part of a pre-Spring ritual!
Tomorrow, I’m going to have a lazy few hours in bed with a book, then clean and tidy my boat from top to bottom, throw out any sad dead plants that didn’t survive the winter and then burn candles because firstly, tradition and secondly, candles are beautiful. ❤ If you’re not yet on my Facebook page *cough* then here is my living room:

Tim Pile recently sent me a new photo from our shoot among the standing stones in Dartmoor, so I looked through other photos I had from the same weekend. I’ve been thinking about the seasons and about potential, and seeing them all together made this picture emerge:

A seed, an idea, a person. Something developing in the darkness, waiting for its time.

Growing possibilities. No longer just a dormant seed or a theory, but a living thing realising there’s a world just an arm’s reach away.



p.s. There’s a secret I’ve been sitting on… look in the bottom left corner. Why not make a trip to WHSmith on February 3rd? 😉
p.s. There’s a secret I’ve been sitting on… look in the bottom left corner. Why not make a trip to WHSmith on February 3rd? 😉

Musing Maenad

1 May

Blessed be! It’s Beltane today- the pagan celebration of love and blossoming! It is said to be one of two days in which the veil between our world and the Otherworld is thinnest. Look at this fairyworld- it’s one of the locations I visited in Scotland. 🙂


If it is true that our universe is infinite, then there are an infinite number of possibilities out there. I like to think that on some plane of our existence, the rustlings and swayings of the woodland are made by things other than birds and squirrels…

I’ve had a lovely few days catching up with some of my friends- both international, and just very busy. On Monday, I went for afternoon tea in Piccadilly with jet-setters Ian And Shae and purple-haired Swedes Malin and Thomas.
On Tuesday I visited a beautiful tea shop for scones with Ivory Flame, Madame Bink, and Major the dachsund- who I do not get to see often enough! So much love to all of my friends. 🙂

During my shoot with Greeneye photography in February, I made a Maenad-inspired outfit. Maenads were traditionally crazed wine-drinking followers of the god Bacchus, running around in ecstatic frenzy while ripping things up, but I like C.S. Lewis’s version (fierce, wild women having a celebration).

Here’s one in a quiet riverside musing session having finished her wine…

I made the entire outfit myself, including the headdress. I can’t wait to make more- the material is sooo beautiful!





I’m writing a piece about love, purity culture and sex which is opening my eyes to some interesting world customs, and if you haven’t already found my piece for Kinkly Magazine about sexiness then here it is: http://www.kinkly.com/2/1386/lets-talk-about-it/sex-industry/a-fetish-models-tips-for-looking-and-feeling-sexy
And speaking of sexy, I have taken delivery of the most GORGEOUS latex outfit by Dawnamatrix (one of my favourite designers and well worth a look.) And it’s all mine as this one is not on loan- hooray! Would you like a sneak peek? 😉


I’ve just had a sudden influx of bookings from photographers wanting to take advantage of the beautiful weather- which I always look forward to. If you’d like the chance to book me, get in touch as soon as possible because once the flowers go, they’re gone for this year. (And then we’re onto the summer meadows, hay bales and turning leaves again).
As certain obligations are keeping me in the country, I’m enjoying taking myself around the locations I don‘t often reach. (Good news for you in Yorkshire, Leicester, Hull, Isle of Wight and Cork!)

As it’s grey and raining, I’m going to enjoy photos and art inspired by nature while having a coffee and mid-morning snack of dark chocolate. I hope you have a lovely May Day! 🙂


p.s. Nooooo! I was only watching a Bob Hoskins film* the other night when I commented about how sad it was that he’d died… and then remembered I was talking about Pete Postlethwaite. Now I hear that Bob Hoskins really has died! I’m so sorry, Bob Hoskins- I didn’t mean to… :S
On that note, Doomsday is a fantastic film and if you think otherwise, go and sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done. Mediaeval knights vs. Glaswegian cannibal punks vs. the police… with a virus? (Oh, and Bob Hoskins.) Hell yes.