The collection was finally ready.
Laughing with a mouthful of blood
Friday 24 September 2010
Scuffed boots
I have decided to listen to 90's lo-fi for a week to see what happens. I'm hoping it will influence my style as I have always had difficulties sticking to muted colour tones.
Pavement, particularly in this picture, shall be my style inspiration. I shall try and find graffiti-ed places to hang out
Come find me if you like misery and can hear the constant deflation of your sole.
Pavement, particularly in this picture, shall be my style inspiration. I shall try and find graffiti-ed places to hang out
Come find me if you like misery and can hear the constant deflation of your sole.
Wednesday 22 September 2010
Sunday 5 September 2010
My first steps...
...to becoming a trendy twenty something Brighton-esque knitting WI neo-housewife.
I made a carrot cake as my first step. It was horrible - chewy and far too orange and flat.
My second hurdle was trying to find wool to begin my knitting. It turns out that it is most likely the wool that is the difficult item to find in a haystack, I came across the needles quite easily. Still have no knitted items as yet, but have plenty of cardigan ambition.
Despite these troubles however, I was able to impress my mum with a simple Victoria sponge. It was tasty, but I didn't get the smug feeling I was hoping for.
Instead, I felt a bit like if I actually had anything better to do, I wouldn't be sat eating cake with my mum contemplating when to watch When Harry Met Sally.
In conclusion, I have found that whilst this role may not suit me, my increasing boredom and frustration with the suffocatingly mundane lifestyle I lead whilst I'm back home is sure to help me achieve my goals, in true 1950's housewife style.
I made a carrot cake as my first step. It was horrible - chewy and far too orange and flat.
My second hurdle was trying to find wool to begin my knitting. It turns out that it is most likely the wool that is the difficult item to find in a haystack, I came across the needles quite easily. Still have no knitted items as yet, but have plenty of cardigan ambition.
Despite these troubles however, I was able to impress my mum with a simple Victoria sponge. It was tasty, but I didn't get the smug feeling I was hoping for.
Instead, I felt a bit like if I actually had anything better to do, I wouldn't be sat eating cake with my mum contemplating when to watch When Harry Met Sally.
In conclusion, I have found that whilst this role may not suit me, my increasing boredom and frustration with the suffocatingly mundane lifestyle I lead whilst I'm back home is sure to help me achieve my goals, in true 1950's housewife style.
Wednesday 1 September 2010
RIPTV
I knew this would always happen, I experienced it in Liverpool many months previously but the emotional attachment (or possibly just inconvenience) was never there for me to prepare myself. Now I feel lost, confused. Finally empathetic towards the people they aimed the really slow, overly calm and simple digital switchover adverts at, all that time ago.
They forgot about me though. I have a portable television suspended inches off my ceiling by a large metal bracket. How does a girl like me get a digital box for that kind of set up?
Do I take it off the bracket and place it slovenly on my desk?
Risk holes in my wardrobe where it once hung firm?
If I knew this would always happen, why does it upset me so?
It's the sad flicker of no signal, and the realisation that money needs to be spent.
But more than that, never again will I have the luxury of a ad-break game of Tetris thanks to my old skool tv with it's in built retro gaming remote.
They forgot about me though. I have a portable television suspended inches off my ceiling by a large metal bracket. How does a girl like me get a digital box for that kind of set up?
Do I take it off the bracket and place it slovenly on my desk?
Risk holes in my wardrobe where it once hung firm?
If I knew this would always happen, why does it upset me so?
It's the sad flicker of no signal, and the realisation that money needs to be spent.
But more than that, never again will I have the luxury of a ad-break game of Tetris thanks to my old skool tv with it's in built retro gaming remote.
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