then the princess discovered that the key to the tower was under the doormat.

i mentioned before about my new fantasies of having fairy floss coloured hair, so that i might be likened to a slash of colour amid a black and white world etc etc. The carefree, indier than a bareback-horse-riding-country-girl feeling i would imagine that comes with having hair the colour of a ballet slipper has been captured within the pages of Lula, my favourite inspiration for lucid dreaming; look and love creatures.