RIP Tex, with all my love...

I read somewhere that grief is wanting something you cant have... I just wanted my dog to live forever, is it really that much to ask?

This is a tribute to Tex, who died last Tuesday the 29^th of March at approximately 5:15pm. He was 14yrs old, give or take, and for 5 months he’d suffered from a Squamous Cell Carcinoma. He fought bravely but in the end I couldn’t watch him suffer anymore. He spent his last night in bed with me and I carried him to the vet when he wouldn’t walk anymore. 

I still listen for the sound of his claws tapping on the wooden floor boards, on sunny afternoons I still expect him to be lounging outside and I still leave the door open for him. For 14 years he was always there and always mine to come home to... Now without our hour long walks in the evening I just don’t know what to do with myself.

I miss you terribly Tex...

At the river, swiming with his mates in his last weeks...

When we first moved to Perth, a big house and a great yard and still I dont think he was impressed.

Chasing Trains

Chasing Ducks

Tex art...

In my dirty washing, I think he'd been missing me while I was at work.

Chasing ducks by moonlight.

Marchesa Casati - Dedication to a Muse

Well, its been a week or two between posts, not that I've run out of ideas, far from it, but a dedicated lingerie diva can get lost under the work load that is Valentines Day - Ah Me!

I've re-opened my etsy store in this time, with some ready to post items and I will be dedicating myself to cleaning out my vast fabric and embellishment stash and creating lots of new limited edition goodies for you!
Kiss Me Quick on Etsy





Now, with the rush all but over my thoughts turn to new products and a new collection, and a little book that landed on my door step weeks ago. "Infinite Variety - The Life and Legend of the Marchesa Casati"

Of course I'm not the first to be inspired by the legendary muse, as a living work of art she commissioned hundreds of works, all featuring her own visage. After death she continues this legend, and she has been heavily represented in fashion. Not least, John Galliano dedicated his 1998 spring/summer haute couture collection for Dior to her.

If you don’t know her, I recommend you find out. She was a flame haired eccentric, once Italy's wealthiest woman she died in poverty in London. Her decadence, flamboyance and excessiveness were unrivalled. Her ambition? "To be a living work of art".

Of course aside from all her exhibitionism (Cheetah’s on diamond leashes, live snakes as necklaces, nude gold painted servants etc) its her style that I'm drawn too. Its theatricality, and the constant symbols she maintained throughout her life, Her red hair, her dark kohl laden eyes, her veils, her pearls, her fondness for white, black, violet and gold...