Whistle Past The Graveyard

Pere Lachaise is a beautiful, morbid and particularly Gothic cemetery in Paris. It's home to Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison and Edith Piaf, to mention a few. It's nicknamed the 'City of the Dead' due to it's sheer vastness. There are even streets and districts. It was stunning.


However, that said, don't feel like you have to venture all the way to Paris to take it in Pere Lachaises beauty. Whilst on their website, finding a link for this post, I saw that you can go on a VIRTUAL TOUR. Like Star Trek except less spaceships and more zombies (to any film producers listening: Yes, I would be willing to write and direct such a film).

This was the breathtaking crematorium. Each tiny square you can see on the wall to the left under the arches, is someone's ashes. That wall continued behind the crematorium and up the right side, almost every square filled.

Scarf: Bought for €1 from Free'P'Star in Paris. Unfortunately, I lost it somewhere in between packing my bags and arriving back in England. I was pretty devastated. To lift my spirits, Bobby got us tickets to see Kimya Dawson in Brighton on Tuesday which definitely has me feeling at least 76% better.
Dress, belt and broach (worn as a necklace): From various charity stores in Eastbourne, England.
Holy stockings over plain black stockings: D.I.Y.

I found these two friends for a couple of euros in Paris, just around the corner from Free'P'Star in a little Asian shop. The one of the left has been named Toowit and the guy on the right, Toowoo. They're sitting atop a comic book written by the multi-talented Jeffrey Lewis, another Paris acquisition (the comic, not Lewis) from when we went to see Lewis and his band play at La Maronquinerie. Bobby's review of the show is much better than mine could ever be so I'll point you over here. But basically, the first support was almost too weird to mention, the second (Casiotone For The Painfully Alone) very Bright Eyes and very enjoyable, and the main, Jeffrey Lewis, brilliant.

The difference in the shades

With only twenty four hours till the boyfriend officially moves in, we're still cleaning. This is mostly my fault. There are two reasons for this. One. I'm not the most inspired, being the clutter-loving type of girl I am. Two. My boyfriend would tell you I'm easily distracted. While I avidly pretend to disagree with reason number two, it must be admitted that I occasionally get sidetracked.

On an entirely separate note, I found the below pictured 3-D glasses cleaning and got a bit carried away (no, you're wrong. I was not playing dress ups and singing into an apple candle.) Her name is R-A-D-I-OO, L-A-D-I-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Wig: Appeared in my living room one morning to no ones claim.
3D glasses: A birthday present to Bobby from a friend this year.
Apple candle: Ikea
Dress: Vintage (on Ebay)
Scarf belt: Thrifted
Stockings: From Myer a few years ago.
Shoes: Myer too, also a few years ago.

I've decided to sell the dress I'm wearing (I do have far too many clothes) so I've popped it up on my Ebay just over here. Right there, that's it.

I'd better get back to my cleaning (aka dancing Elaine-style) but I'll leave you with some photos I took this morning of the beautiful Rainbow Lorikeets (as one nice commenter informed me they are called) that have been visiting our home, and letting us hand feed them, recently. Who would suppose we live in the middle of the city?