Author Archives: logsylou

doodlings

if life seems jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten…

…and that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.

I discovered a blog yesterday. Longest acres. It’s set on a farm in North Carolina. Already sounds like something from a film, doesn’t it? Anyway, it absorbed my attention so quickly and so fully that I eventually found myself right back at the start, at her very first post (with a little blip of sadness in the middle re: Oscar – you’ll see). Now, I’m not usually an interested-in-farms sort of girl, but this blog makes it look ethereal. You are all, by now, familiar with my weather-preoccupation; this blog is going to be a perfect way of watching seasons change – don’t you agree?

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fashion

we’ll still be best friends when all turns to dust

It can seem, at times, as if the task of putting together a fashion magazine might appear a little like Nero’s proverbial fiddling while Rome burns… Fashion is one of the great pleasures in life and it is clear that, no matter how difficult the times, the urge, for many of us, to make the most of how we look is primal… As countries struggle to right themselves in this period of extreme turmoil, I hope ‘Vogue’ provides a welcome dose of escapism and inspiration – while also being, like fashion, a product of the age. – Alexandra Shulman

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doodlings, food

oh my love, my love, this can really be

Well, I feel like the weekend is already over, when really, I’m only halfway through – what a treat. Did you all enjoy The Wedding? WE DID. We celebrated with bunting, patriotism, a cardboard Kate and Wills (which proved handy for waving at passers-by later in the day), Pimms, fizz, bangers’n’mash, fish’n’chips, cupcakes’n’cookies, dancing to Julie Rogers, laughing about nun shoes, pointing at horrible hats, singing along to Jerusalem, praising the Queen for wearing buttercup yellow, cheering at Phillip for being a general loose canon, wolf-whistling at Pippa, crying at Spitfires, cooing at the bridesmaids and page-boys (and, of course, emitting the odd squeal when Becks came into shot). All in all, a day to remember. And now, for the anthem of the day and a snapshot or three. Enjoy.

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doodlings

don’t waste your words, i don’t need anything from you

…i don’t care where you’ve been, or what you plan to do.

Easter Sunday what? Yeah, I’m working, you’re all bored of hearing that. But I’m not bothered because it’s Easter Sunday, in particular; I’m just bothered because it’s Sunday in general, the sun’s out, and everyone else I know is off. I’m so far removed from the religious side of Easter these days – ever since I left school, I suppose. Its meaning has just gradually diluted in time. And while I’m in no way perturbed by this, it does make me wonder what will happen to Easter in the future; how much further will that dilution go? If I ever have children, will I bother to impart on them the religious meaning of the holiday and proceed to explain why hot cross buns have a cross on them, or will I tell them it’s simply a celebration of Spring and a convenient time to regroup and be thankful? But if I go for the latter, I do run the risk of them coming home from school and saying Who’s this man who died and on the third day rose again, in accordance with the scriptures? (See, it’s all still ingrained in there, somewhere). Oh, Easter shmeaster. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it (which will be no time soon, don’t worry). For now though, The Stone Roses (as close to the Resurrection as I’ll be going) and a bit of chocolate egg…

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music

one day, you’ll look to see i’ve gone…

…for tomorrow may rain so i’ll follow the sun.

Recently, I keep stumbling across things I haven’t referred to on this blog before, but which are so much an in-built, unconditional, goes-without-saying part of my life, that it might seem absurd to those who know me. Suffice it to say, The Beatles are one of the unquestionables. And if I was to say anymore on the matter, I really wouldn’t know where to begin.

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music

while you point your finger someone else is judging you

I often find myself scouring youtube for live footage of Bob Marley. I can’t help it. It’s like it’s my default setting. Bob-moving-in-real-life-SEARCH. That’s what I’ve just found myself doing, on this, a treasured evening off. I’ve probably seen all there is to see, but I always hope I’ll stumble across something new. And if I don’t, I’ll make do with what’s there (well, it’s hardly making do, is it?). Here’s a favourite for your viewing pleasure. His voice is as good as ever. I love the headphones, the fact that he’s sitting down, and what he’s wearing. I’ll always love the way he moves. Notice the way the camera pans from feet to head, at about 1:30. Not that I’m pedantic or anything. Enjoy!

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