Aug
31
Well, I am rather pleased to annouce to you, dear readers, that this is my 100th post. This one, right here. Who’d've thought it, eh? I’m sure it’s the pictures that keep calling so many of you back and not the words I (hardly) speak. But I do find it rather strange and curious to know that so many of you are popping over here every day. I hope to start doing you justice now that I’ve reached my century. Call me a centurion, if you will.
I wish I had something to report on this celebratory day, but I don’t. I’m busy at work this week, but I’ve got the whole of next week off. Yes! It’s the boy’s birthday so no doubt it’ll just contain lots of food and music. I can’t wait. I will take lots of pictures and show you what we’re filling our bellies with. I did promise outfit posts too, didn’t I? Well, you’ll get those next week too. That’s a logsy-promise.
Ok, bye! Enjoy the last day of August. Here’s a little help from Erwin Blumenfeld and Jean Patchett…
Aug
30
So, my internet has been down for a few days, which is completely not on. I haven’t experienced this since the days of living in uni houses, when the box was in my mate’s room, who happened to be away for the weekend and had locked the door (you’d be surprised how often this occurred). But yeah, it just happened again, as if! We reported the problem and then just had to sit and twiddle our thumbs until the man from the technical team rang to say he had fixed it (the geek). Meanwhile I’ve been trying to do my admin on an iPhone. Errrr, not happening! But you’ll be glad to see I’m back, I’m sure. And you’ll be glad to know that mostly, I have been feeling and looking like this (although I don’t pull off the raincoat anywhere near as well as our Regine here):
Aug
24
Oh, how can I make up for the fact that I’ve been absent so long? I haven’t a clue what the answer to that is, but I do hope you’ll forgive me anyway. I haven’t got any fabulous excuse (you know, like moving to New York and being inundated with an exciting flood of work projects, à la Garance (author of the staple in my blog-diet, don’t you know)) except for the small Southern excursion which consisted entirely of cocktails, food, wine and a few sore heads. Oh and the obligatory trip to the haven that is Beyond Retro. Always fruitful.
I haven’t even got any fun things to report since my return (for how much fun can one have when ones hand is permanently attached to the end of an umbrella?). I’m so not up for this winter lark, especially this Northern winter lark. It cuts deeper than this Southern girl can take. I need a new pair of boots and fast.
I’ll be back tomorrow with something worthwhile – promise. Now I’ve got to trudge through the rain to get something or other to put in the fridge, ugh. Meanwhile, below = the most addictive birthday present ever. Thank you, the boy.
Aug
15
Apologies for my aloofness. I’m down South, aren’t I. The birthday celebrations are still rolling out, aren’t they. So, in the meantime, I give you some Anna Karina (which is always a good thing, right?). Ta ta!
Aug
10
I haven’t mentioned the weather for quite some time, have I? This being the case, I hope you will forgive me if I have a little rant. So, here we go. I’m sick of being cold! There’s a devilish chill in the air and it means business. In reality, there has only been a handful of weeks when you could leave the house without a coat or jacket or jumper or significant other. But even then it was hazardous territory – there were inexplicable and frequent drops in temperature, stormy winds or cold showers. But that scattering of days have passed and now you’d be nothing but a fool if you choose to leave the house without some sort of outer layer. If you don’t, your foolishness will land you with a perpetual set of goosebumps. I don’t like the cold and I certainly don’t like the goosebumps that are indicative of said cold. The only time I’m happy is when I’m wrapped up warm in my bed and the cold can’t get to me (until I stick one foot outside of the duvet…uh oh).
Anyway. On the plus side, I’m going home-home on Friday. You know, the home-home where my parents live. London calls for my birthday celebrations. It’s going to be WELL WARM. Isn’t it? (I’m gonna take a woolly, just in case.) Oh, and since it’s my birthday, I’m allowed to listen to as much Dolly as I bloody well want.
Jul
28
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. Oh, but I keep forgetting – it’s good that it’s raining because the hose-pipe ban might be lifted. Errrr, do I care about the hose-pipe ban? Errrr, no. Not a drop (ha!). I don’t even have a hose-pipe. So rain, please, do one; and on your way, tell the sun to get his bloomin’ hat on. (Alternatively, take me back to those Somerset days, where I was having to use an umbrella for shade).
Jul
10
Guess what, I’ve become all technical: you can now follow my blog with bloglovin, if you feel so inclined… So yeah, follow me? Blah blah blah.
Jul
02
Hello. Just incase any of you were worried, I have indeed made it home from Somerset. However, I cannot say the same for my head and heart. They are suffering from a full blown case of Glastonbury jet-lag. Reality gets more difficult each year. I have spent the last few days trying to get my voice back and trying to get back into some sort of English time-zone and trying to muddle through the masses of photos – in essence, trying to cling on to all memories I can. Here’s a little taste of what I can remember (with thanks to my camera), but I promise there’s much more to come (not least the dispoable snaps which capture the quality of the air perfectly)…
Jun
21
So, it looks like it’s set to be a scorcher for the weekend of the year. Who said there wasn’t some Glastonbury lovin’ Lord sittin’ up there in the sky, sunkissing all us Worthy Farm heads? Not me, that’s for sure.
I’m very pleased about the (proposed) forecast, although I’m sure my ankles will have something to say about that. So now I’m having a relaxing evening speculating on the sun-creamy days ahead. I’m also making lots of piles (it’s what I do best). All the washing is done, the boy has got my backpack down for me (I tell a lie, he got it down last week, so I can look at it everyday and get suitably excited) and the dishwasher has been fixed (irrelevant, I know, but it’s been snagging my excitement – I hate it when things are on the waiting-to-be-fixed pile). The dishwasher man, believe it or not, is also going to Glastonbury. I’m not sure how he guessed we were going too (might’ve had something to do with the backpack and the piles). He asked, “So, are you travelling up from down here then?” It seems the excitement has got to him too and is warping his sense of geography. I didn’t like to correct him. A Glastonbury-goer wouldn’t do that to a fellow goer, especially since he’s a first-timer.
Tomorrow I’ve got to do the booze-trip. Perhaps the greatest supermarket trip of the year. Ooh, this’ll be nice for the first drink of the day! This’ll be perfect in the sun! Ooh, this’ll get me pissed quick… and so on. Sufficiently complicated stuff, don’t you think? I leave early Wednesday morning, so you never know, you might hear from me again tomorrow. ‘Til then! (Now, off to try on some more outfits against my imagined Glastonbury backdrop!)
Jun
03
Curious, isn’t it, how the sunshine can change your day? It’s the little things, like the fact that walking from shop to shop isn’t so daunting. I really hope the weather keeps itself up; cider in Somerset tastes much better when served with a dash of sunshine. Here’s hoping.
My thoughts at the moment are entirely preoccupied with Glastonbury. You know, which shorts to wear on which day and which drinks to drink in which order on which days. And that’s without the music. But now that it’s on my mind so constantly, I fear that the next 3 weeks will be the slowest yet. I’m just glad that the football will start soon and distract me, if only for a few minutes at a time. Speaking of which, how very exciting is the prospect of watching England on the Pyramid Stage….!
Here’s a picture I took in 2007. It pretty much sums up why I want to be there right now.
