and you, you have no nights and you’ll have no mornings

Urgh, could it be more grim outside? It’s so dark in here and the constant pattering of rain on the balcony is sending me batty. I’ve had toast and coffee (standard). I’ve done some ironing (also standard, it’s my therapy). I’m trying to psyche myself up to do some exercise (so standard). I’m listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ rendition of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ on repeat (this has been the standard for about the past month, ever since the boy played it to me when I was poorly and delirious – I actually thought it had come to me in a dream). And now I am going to share with you a video of it (I’ve never posted a video before for fear of cluttering the place up, but I’m going to make an exception for this piece of genius – totally breaking away from the standard, you see). It’s not much of a video as there’s nothing in particular to look at, but please, just listen and weep. Bob Marley and The Wailers – Like A Rolling Stone

doodlings, fashion, photography, shopping

lively up yourself and don’t be no drag

I must say, the new year has a tendency to make me feel nervous. I don’t mean about looking forward, but looking back. Nostalgia that powerful is nerve-inducing, don’t you think? Or maybe I’m misreading my feelings. Looking at my phone photos from the last year is one thing that inspires such nostalgia. I have always loved phone photos. When I was at university I used to ask all my friends to send me the photos they had taken on their phones; I always thought they captured the best moments and I was desperate not to lose those. They’re uncontrived, spontaneous, sometimes hilarious, sometimes sad, or even mundane; but I love that. If ever I worry that my memory might fail me, I look through my phone photos and get comfort from the fact that they can remind me of the trivial and everyday and unexpected things I’ve seen and the moments of laughter that I might otherwise have forgotten. It’s my therapy. So, here’s my 2010 in a selection of fabulous phone photos (oh, and apologies if this is the longest post, like ever)…

January: snow and records.

February: an emerging sunshine and trof.

March: the exceptionally blue skies must’ve made me feel pensive and arty. March was a busy one.

April and May: apparently I lost my spring-spark – this is all I’ve got.

June: shopping for that somerset thing and hoping we’d win.

July: oooh, a new photography app. And clouds and tights and recipes.


September: buttons and berries. Strangeways, here we come.

October: after work drinks and my doodle of the boy. Amazing.

November: freezing cold football, new shoes, big hands, protests.

December: christmas trees, cold feet and tba.

New Years Eve: I went out by mistake. Here’s the only evidence I could find.

So, there you have it. Apologies for the massively self-indulgent post. Though I must say, there’s lots of weather going on in those. Something for everyone! As for 31st December, let’s just say I’m lucky to have come home with a phone at all. See you soon, folks! x