I am a scatterbrain. Not all the time. Just most of the time. I shift from one thing to another so quickly I forget to finish what I start, then I remember and come back to it, then move again. Sometimes I glance at the list in my diary for the day. And that scatters my thoughts even further out into the atmosphere as I realise what I still need to do in between what I am actually doing. Somehow at the end of the day I manage to tick things off the list.

Needless to say taking the following photographs were not on my to do list for the day, but I found myself creating them this afternoon, in between returning props, booking a hair appointment, buying gifts, looking for more props, sending images, et cetera et cetera. Shall we call it photo study of a scatterbrain, or as i quite like cold tea collecting thoughts, complete with captions. So here it is, a collection of props and pia paraphernalia…

I used these feathers in a shoot yesterday along with mir handmade, very happy with the results and can’t wait to show you, but for now, just these.

I have a collection of skeleton leaves that I always carry with me for shoots, just in case I can slip one into shot.

Creases. Once were out, now are in. That along with styling the napkin – a stylist’s worst nightmare, but the challenge is so rewarding, especially with linen like this.

This little guy was actually a new spool that I needed to make look old for a shoot a few months back so I stained him and his friends with tea and oil. I do love him so.

A very old and quaint Dutch apron that I bought on the weekend in one of my favourite vintage shops in Amsterdam.

A white orchid by my desk catches the flickering light from the window and makes me daydream, my thoughts scattering like butterflies.

I’m not sure what the cure is for being a scatterbrain. Do I want to be cured? that remains the question…

When I came across this story, I wanted to skip the writing and go straight to the little images at the bottom of the page. And so I did. But when I opened the photographs they captured my curiosity so much so that I had to read the text to understand the meaning of them. Then I found myself wanting to skip paragraphs of the text to get to the meaning as quickly as possible, but each time I skipped a paragraph it didn’t make sense so I found myself going back where I left off and reading through. It was worth it (and proved to me once again how impatient I am). And now I have read and viewed the images many many times, completely enchanted by the author’s experience. I would be in disbelief that there lived a girl this beautiful in such a place, except for the fact I have heard many similar encounters time and time again from friends who have traveled to this incredible country.

This is an inspiring short piece written (in English) by Dutch author Tim Krabbé. Take a 5 minute break, with cup of tea in hand, and click on the link below, it will truly enhance your day.

there was once a young girl who wore a green scarf…