worn-out_shoe's New Writeups

Lovat (thing)

2013-05-24T16:39:14Z

Lovat is a sort of dull, dusty mix of green, grey and blue used largely in textiles; more so for tweed, plaid and woolen fabrics.

The colour name traces its origins back to nobleman Thomas Alexander Fraser (17 June 1802 â 28 June 1875) 12th Lord Lovat, 1st Baron Lovat KT, and 21st MacShimidh (the traditional Gaelic patronym for the Chiefs of the Clan Fraser) who spent most of his career seeing to the completion of restoring Lovat titles and lands. His preference for muted colours in his hunting tweeds influenced the naming of this colour.

The use of the name as the colour appears in history between the years 1905 and 1910.

Let's run away to where the shooting stars fall and meet them when they land (poetry)

2013-03-27T21:32:28Z

Letâs go. Up north.
Thatâs what the astronomers report
âA forecast of stars
on their way to distant places,
in the skies, making their marks.

Oh darling,
Letâs make our mark,
Letâs not worry too much about the dark
âcause when we arrive
that fire â their light,
Will burn in us and make us alive.

the things he left behind (personal)

2012-10-28T11:07:37Z

he gave me some things when he left

i found an old mixed CD
carefully lost in the pile

i gave it a listen

and wondered if he knew
just how much of himself he had left behind

you kissed me on that night you can't remember (poetry)

2012-10-01T13:11:52Z

It was late and you needed a ride.
You were drunk.
And I was the first person you thought to call, you said.
You talked a lot
- contradicting your usual self.
And somewhere in between
you shared your old memories and dreams
(which I keep hidden away inside me even now).

But then you went silent
And your fingers traced my skin
And your eyes burned into mine
And I told you to stop
But you didnât listen
and I didnât want you to besides.

I felt like soft serve,
When you kissed me.

And when you pulled away
- You said youâd been meaning to do that for a while.

Grey is English, Gray is American (thing)

2012-08-29T13:48:14Z

I noticed as a young reader that some books spelled words differently to others. I soon realised that American authors often chose to spell grey specifically with an âaâ instead of an âeâ whereas (it seemed) British colonization chose to spell it âcorrectlyâ. I have, since that awareness, been sure and then unsure of its spelling until I did some research.

I found that there isnât in fact a âcorrectâ spelling of grey. Not even in the Old English was it distinctly spelled grey or gray but rather grǽg. Adding to that, both spellings were in use for hundreds of years until recently in the 19th century when the distinction came about.

Most words which include the achromatic colour (such as greybeard/graybeard) may be spelled with both the âeâ or the âaâ with the exception of the greyhound dog breed, which always has the âeâ, the spelling of a proper noun (e.g. Earl Grey) and also in food irradiation where Gray…

Your dreams in a little box in the closet (fiction)

2012-08-08T08:15:13Z

Claire found herself on the floor of her only daughterâs bedroom in tears. She had one arm wrapped about her and in that hand she held a piece of paper. Her other hand, half-covered her face, as she looked out the window and into the past.

She desperately wanted to believe it; that Henry was still writing. If all the papers she'd found in the box were anything to go by it was true.

She had decided to clean Emma's room today. And she found it almost an hour ago in the corner of the farthest closet. His handwriting on the outside, neat, yet loose, on the cover read;

Dreams lost.
Dreams found.

She did not realize he was still writing after all this time. But did she really believe he had stopped? Writing had been an obsession; one that took him like a wild horse through the woods. Sometimes he'd invite her along by showing her something new and she loved reading his mind alive on paper. Finding this box reminded her that she still did.…