Behida Dolic Millinery

A wee video about fellow etsy milliner Behida Dolic.  I love her shop and her hats and am dreaming of my own little pile of bricks and mortar.

Behida was born in northern Bosnia before moving to America where she studied at the San Francisco Art Institute before moving to New York where she now lives and has her very cute little hat shop.

Check out her gorgeous hats at http://www.etsy.com/shop/helenabiancastudios

The Snow Queens Crown

So the very first snow of the season finally fell this week covering the streets in sparkles and sending Hubby's car all over the road.  I have officially said goodbye to the sun and the few remaining summery things found in my chest of drawers and will be spending from now until May wrapped up in my snow suit a fluffy boots.

My outfit looks just like this, honest.

Snow marks the start of runny noses, sore bums from icy falls and hat hair thanks to the ever loved woolly hat.  It also however marks the start of the Christmas season with its many Crimbo parties, friends reunions and (for some) church going all of which should be done with something a bit fancier than a deer stalker or a beanie and so I give a little inspiration for all the snow queens out there.

This is a snowball right?

In other news Aka Tombo Millinery was featured in the P&J newspaper today so all you in the North East (of Scotland) go grab yourself a copy.

Lest We Forget

I do not know your name 
I do not know your name, but I know you died 
I do not know from where you came, but I know you died 
 
Your uniform, branch of service, it matters not to me 
Whether Volunteer or Conscript, or how it came to be 
That politicians' failures, or some power-mad ambition 
Brought you too soon to your death, in the name of any nation 

You saw, you felt, you knew full well, as friend and foe were taken 
By bloody death, that your life too, was forfeit and forsaken 
Yet on you went and fought and died, in your close and private hell 
For Mate or Pal or Regiment and memories never to tell 

It was for each other, through shot and shell, the madness you endured 
Side by side, through wound and pain, and comradeship assured 
No family ties, or bloodline link, could match that bond of friend 
Who shared the horror and kept on going, at last until the end 

We cannot know, we were not there, it's beyond our comprehension 
To know the toll that battle brings, of resolute intention 
To carry on, day by day, for all you loved and hoped for 
To live in peace a happy life, away from bloody war 

For far too many, no long life ahead, free of struggle and pain and the gun 
And we must remember the price that was paid, by each and every one 
Regardless of views, opinions aside, no matter how each of us sees it 
They were there and I cannot forget, even though I did not live it 

I do not know your name, but I know you died 
I do not know from where you came, but I know you died. 

Kenny Martin 
© 2003 

In Remembrance