stories of eves } fatima & eve } part one

in shoreditch, i'm sure she has a spray can hidden somewhere

in shoreditch, i’m sure she has a spray can hidden somewhere

A few weeks ago I introduced Eve to my friend Fatima Fayez. The two got on like a house on fire, and now they are the best of travel buddies. Although Fatima was great at showing Eve around Kuwait’s finer sites, it is this trip that Eve will remember most dearly. Not only was she invited to be a part of Fatima’s friend’s bucket list of English landmarks, but she was the center of Fatima’s attention, and I know she likes that. Thank you, Fatima, for being so generous and patient with Eve. I know she can be mischievous and even diva-like sometimes.

unlike me, eve has no problem being trendy

unlike me, eve has no problem being trendy

and like me, she's a letter fanatic

and like me, she’s a letter fanatic

she loves any street address with the word 'lane' in it. and 'brick' is one of her favorite words

she loves any street address with the word ‘lane’ in it. and ‘brick’ is one of her favorite words

{ Allan Bank and Grasmere }

eve's gone analog. when the big hand's on three and the little one's on twelve, what time is it?

eve’s gone analog. when the big hand’s on three and the little one’s on twelve, what time is it?

according to william wordsworth, allan bank is 'the loveliest spot that man hath ever found'. according to eve, it's the loveliest spot she, a woman, has ever seen

according to william wordsworth, allan bank is ‘the loveliest spot that man hath ever found’. according to eve, it’s the loveliest spot a woman has ever seen

at the activity center, eve can not find a smock small enough for her v.v.very petite frame

at the activity center, eve can not find a smock small enough for her v.v.very petite frame

chocolate cake anyone? i wonder if fatima realized that eve was taking little licks off the frosting. she's sneaky like that

chocolate cake anyone? i wonder if fatima realizes that eve was taking little licks off the frosting on her cake. she’s sneaky like that

time for some bird-watching. she prefers bird-listening though, but there are no magnifying implements for that

time for some bird-watching. she prefers bird-listening though, but there are no magnifying implements for that

when you sleep at night she'll play you a tune, and maybe steal your shoe laces. she does that to me all the time

when you sleep at night she’ll play you a tune, and maybe steal your shoe laces. she does that to me all the time

{ Rydal Hall }

in ambleside, she searches for rydal hall

in ambleside, she searches for rydal hall

she finds it

she finds it

eve has always loved staircases. here, she's in stairway heaven

eve has always loved staircases. here, she’s in stairway heaven

*whisper*

*whisper*

she speaks softly to daffodils

she speaks softly to daffodils

maybe she should sit

maybe she should sit

or explore this hut

or explore this hut

behind her a waterfall is calling to her. should she jump?

behind her a waterfall is calling to her. should she jump?

eve contemplates the mystery of tunnels

eve contemplates the mystery of tunnels

blue sheep. eve says, 'baa.' they say 'baa' back

blue sheep. eve says, ‘baa.’ they say ‘baa’ back

she's ignored by the herd. she can never fit in, no matter how hard she baa's

she’s ignored by the herd. she can never fit in, no matter how hard she baa’s

what time is it now, eve?

what time is it now, eve?

she's caught between a rock and a hard place

she’s caught between a rock and a hard place

she finds hanging knit sculptures by dianne standen. she wishes she could knit, and decorate nature with her creations

she finds hanging knit sculptures by dianne standen. she wishes she could knit, and decorate nature with her creations

We’ll let Eve rest now. More to come in the next couple of days. Good night, Fatima. Good night, Eve.

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