Forward 1,2,3

Born to take centre stage it is anything but unusual for me to 'jump n jive' my way through life! Hehe what a lie! But when I spotted these tap shoes at my local Salvos with a $4 permanent marker price tag it was very very usual for me to take them with me to a good home. All they need now it the metal plates on their soles to classify them as musical instruments and I'll be "dancing in the streets".

Jessie - stylist by day, performer by night (what are we without a dream?)

xx

Far from Flat(form)

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Return to Sender

"My friend said the voice you are a very fine friend"

To Sir With Love

Dear Residents of 9 Hertford St,

It is with deep sympathy that we wish to inform you that we, the residents of 6 Hertford St have confiscated the basketball ring that was once a fixture in your front garden. It came to our attention, at 7am each morning that the fixture was a threat to the sanctuary as well as sanity of the surrounding neighbourhood. We understand that the ring may have provided your children with endless entertainment and physical stimulation and therefore suggest that they find a new hobby. Perhaps joining the rocking ropers - a local skipping troupe could be an option? Nonetheless, we do have a word of advice - DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE encourage your offspring to take interest in a musical instrument.

Kind thoughts,

The Upper East Side Sisterhood.

Golden Anniversary

Happy Anniversary to you and I! It appears this is my 50th blog post. Defiantly worth a toast. When I started She's Leaving Home late last year I never supposed it would soon become a mere part of my existence. And although I go through phases of being almost incognito, I do promise to never be out of operation.

And so as we raise our glasses to 50 "golden posts" I would like to thank you for your following lovelies and vowel to maintain our virtual relations until I can no longer afford to recharge my wireless.

Drink up (It tastes like Christmas cheer)

Jessie xx

the last button to button

Music: a nice note

Woah I
I got a secret
I think I’m in love with missing you
More than I’m in love with you
That’s why I go away all the time
That’s why I travel the world and roam free
There’s a time you leaving me
This is how I feel
I feel like a traveling salesman

Even though I’m a woman
Picking up my bags from the station
Standing there face to face
I’ll be lying if I did not say
I love you more and I’m missing you
That’s why I’m always away
Believe me it’s true.


Cotton soft vocals and lycrics that sound crumpled and worn. Three beautifully strange and strangely beautiful young ladies. Floating ideas which seem like no-brainers. Focus without a thought. Two hot weeks in New York City. In each other's orbits. A self titled album: Seeker Lover Keeper.