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Day 23: Eight-Teddy-Bear-Biscuits Blue

A couple of nights ago I announced I was at least eight-chocolate-teddy-bear-biscuits blue. My sweet man has been stocking me up. If I eat them all then I will have a real reason to be depressed. A more concrete one at any rate. It is human nature, but people don't like it when other people are sad. Unless it's the kind of human who gets off on misery. I think we all hold the colour spectrum in us and sometimes it is the blue that is strongest. And it doesn't really matter what causes it. At the moment I feel incapable of speaking and incapable of listening. I wish, so much, to be in the middle of the Scottish Highlands with a pack and a map and not a single human voice. Next best is my bed with books and doonas in mountain shapes and teddy-bear biscuits—at least eight of them.

List_Addict               Irene

This blog is a funk breaker. Well, it's chipping away like beaver teeth on a redwood at any rate. It is an island: like the one in the cave in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Okay, yes, I could have chosen a happier island. Polar-bear (sic) with me. Melodramatics! I'm a Libran after all. Will return to my more joyfully cynical writing style soon.

The Outfit
Top: op-shopped
Tights: Macy's Times Square
Hat: River Island (London)
Shoes: Dr Martens

Who wore it better?


  1. Picnic time for teddy bears,
    The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
    Watch them, catch them unawares,
    And see them picnic on their holiday.
    See them gaily dance about.
    They love to play and shout.
    And never have any cares.
    At six o'clock their mommies and daddies
    Will take them home to bed
    Because they're tired little teddy bears.

  2. I've been working backwards, as I seem to have missed the past few days, but I'm glad you seem to be over your blue funk*.

    I find that emotions can have physical, rather than spiritual or psychological causes (maybe because I am an earth sign, so it might not apply to you air signs). When in doubt, go for a run or have a sleep - whichever seems most appealing. Then check how you feel.

    * As a literary person you may appreciate my very vague reference to James Joyce in that sentence.

    V.P. - If there was a like button to click I would click it.


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