Sunday, 31 March 2013

OOTD//If you will...

I'm starting to get back into the motion of blogging and what not, therefore explaining the second post of the day. I thought I'd just show you a couple of outfits which I have planned for the next couple of days. This is a kind of rare moment as I don't always/usually plan my outfits so much that I put them all on hangers and what not, however it does happen sometimes. I think it makes me feel a lot better though when I do sometimes, because then it's right there and I'm sure of at least one thing which is happening on the day. Let's call them the 'OOTD's yuh? yuuuh? 
So this is my outfit wih I'm going to wear to work tomorrow. It's a little autumn-esuqe with all of the green hues. However I think the green is so rad and makes my outfit look like some kind of vintage pair of curtains, it's just wonderful. If you didn't already know, my favourite colour is dark green right now, I just absolutely j'adore it to the comets in the sky and back.

Within this funky piece we have an Olive shirt with collar tips which I bought in the autumn, a vintage scarf from portabello market, a vintage dark green (yum) velvet (super yum) embroidered (YUMMY) jacket which I bought from Ebay and the dark green speckled Topshop dress from this S/S 2013 collection. I just love this combination because it's all flowery and textured and makes me not only feel like a pair of curtains but also an old philosopher's house. I find that a lot of the outfits I put together make me feel like an philosopher's living room, I can't explain it very well, so just believe me. I know these ones are a little over exposed, however the light in my room was just like super-shine.

This glorious outfit is what I'ma wear to the farm park on Tuesday and it is a lot more spring like. Because it's still uber chilly outside I decided I should layer up and mix'n'match etc...
So with this little number (does anyone else say that anymore?) I decided to wear my woollen grey pinafore dress from a charity shop with my new floral blouse from Olive underneath for a 'cutesy school-girl//Zooey Deschanel 'Jess'' look. I'm just going to layer it with my vintage crochet cardigan bought from Ebay. The fact that my cardigan has holes in it is me trying to kid myself into believing that the transition from winter to spring is finally happening... I know right, stupid. 

Ent the print nice?

I, of course, am wearing my Swim Deep badges, 'cause I love them and found the colours all matched and what not.

Then I just finished It off with my homemade velvet 'bow tie' to enhance this 'cutesy school-girl//Zooey Deschanel 'Jess'' look... Yeah. Ok, cool. Bye. 

The Death of Him

I can't wait for their debut album out in the summer (apparently). These lads are just so grand they are like royalty to me. Hopefully their righteous album will released on vinyl as well, 'cause I'll be wantin' some of that. They were so good live, and I can't wait to just have a summer of Swim Deep, and stuff...
Have a happy Easter day everyone. I hope you're workin'/treatin' your hols well, but also relaxin'. I'm looking forward to Tuesday 'cause I am going to the farm park nearby and seeing all those fuzzy things will just be so cute! I'll snap it all and share with y'all when I get the phototos developed. Until then, Aurevoir.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013


excrutiate:    Kettle’s Yard Cambridge by la Casita (alessandra ) on Flickr.
(Image from Pinterest)

Her milky skin was luminous in the dust infused light which leaked through the moth eaten curtains. Her heart beat slowly, slower than a walk through sand dunes, her veins were tinted grey, and although alive, she looked dead. Piercing her hollow, dark eyes into me, I waited for her to speak. The potted plants around us crawled in the sunlight, and the concrete floors cooled the souls of my feet, even though I was dripping with perspiration.   We were solemn, and as time went on my gaze drifted over to the corner of the room, where a leaking pipe had caused black mould to spore.
‘I was sure that this would be it.’ She cracked her knuckles, and dislocated her index. I reached over and took her hand.
‘You will feel some discomfort, but nothing shocking.’ I explained as I pulled and re-aligned the bones. As I did so she winced in the dim light.
‘I thought you said it was going to hurt.’ She pulled away, her creamy skin translucent against her bleach-coloured robe made a perfect combination into the world which others were soon to enter.
‘Now I never said it wouldn’t hurt, I just claimed it wouldn’t be anything, shocking…’ Her gaze was distant as she looked up at me once more. She rose from her seat and slowly shuffled to the bedside table. As she fumbled in the draws I looked around the olive coloured room. The wicker chair she was perched on was beginning to fray, the plants hanging from the ceiling were bright and luscious and the crisp sheets on her bed were pulled tight with not a crease to be seen.  I poured another glass of water for her as she gradually returned to her seat. In her skeletal grasp was a small mahogany box, with the engraving ‘E.D’ on the lid. Small flowers encapsulated the lettering and trailed down the sides. She lifted the lid and placed it on the glass table beside her, despite the hinges. Inside were various pieces of paper, envelopes and other smaller boxes.
‘I decided, long ago, to start compiling some of my more sentimental possessions together and –,’ she coughed hoarsely; I quickly brought the drink to her lips and watched as she suckled on the sweet water, ‘and knew when the time was right to disperse them among the family.’ She began to lay out items on the table.
‘Now I haven’t told you why I am here, can’t you just wait for a minute please?’ I sensed that the desperation in my eyes had affected her slightly, as she stopped her fumbling for a moment and stared back at me. The room was silent as I gathered my words together,
‘There is this possibility that tomorrow afternoons session… could be your last. However I went to the – to the manager and explained your situation. His advice was for you to remain in your room until the effects of the session ware off, however if you desire to stop or even relocate he would gladly provide you with the living accommodations and medical facilities which you would need in replacement of your final session within the grounds…’ As I spoke, she did not take her gaze from me, her expression was illegible and vacant and the sun behind the curtains faded. From this I began to speak again, only to be interrupted by a frail finger held up before me.
‘For three years now I have been here within these four walls. For three years now I have lost my faith in many things. People mainly, however other features which have coloured my life,’ her eyes trailed along the ceiling, absorbing the cracks and colours in it, ‘I know that soon another will be living here due to its vacancy, and that the three decades which I have been on this earth will come to a final frayed end. I have every right to decide what my short future shall entail, and I owe it to you that I have lived this long. My dear, you are the reason I make an effort to brush my hair and wash my face, without you I know I would have accepted my fate years ago and allowed myself to rot in my very own bed. You have kept me healthy and nourished me the best you can. I know I have affected your life as much as you have mine, however we both need to accept what will come within the next few month- weeks.’ I stayed silent throughout this, as my eyes began to water slightly. She finally looked back at me, and the sun shone harshly through the cloth covered panes, giving her an unhealthy glow. I looked down at the miniature table in front of me, it had been laid out with a baby blue teapot, a white floral jug of milk and clear jar of sugar cubes. I cleared my throat.
‘Well, I’ll give you time to think about the options whilst I go and get us something sweet to go with the tea. Would that suit you?’ She nodded; her smile weak. ‘Is there anything you would like in particular?’
‘Éclairs, they were always my mother’s favourite.’ She craned her neck so her face was drenched in the light.
‘Great, I’ll be right back.’ I eagerly exited the room and drove away into the bustle of reality, the sky was red and the sea was green. However my eyes were blinded with the discolouration of opportunity.
Short after I arrived back, my hands restricted. As I walked into the room she sat there, asleep, her head still bathed in sunlight and her hands limply grasping the wooden box. I quietly laid out the pastries onto delicate pieces of china. Now on the miniature table there was a baby blue teapot, a white floral jug of milk, a clear jar of sugar cubes, a hand painted plate piled low with fruit preserve tarts, two dishes of sugary cream éclairs and a bowl of broken assorted biscuits. I sat in triumph over the display, and lightly leaned over to tap her thin shoulders. Just before I looked at her frame, her fine sienna hair wispily clutching her cheeks, her sunken chest which was draped in silks and her abnormally large feet which I had previously teased her about when I was first assigned with her. She was so soft and gentle; she never complained and always enlightened me with tales and limericks of her hazy past. She was a creature spawned from the world which most of society turned a blind eye to, she was a kindness that not many were able to experience and in this time which we had been together she taught me more than I taught her. I leaned and touched her cheek, stroking the sagging flesh which hung lifeless.
‘Come on, or you’ll get hungry later.’ I whispered to her, she stayed drenched in the heat of the room, her skin cool. I nudged her slightly and even pulled her up, causing the wooden box to fall to the floor, she remained closed. I whistled air to her skin, she did not twitch, she did not move, she did not breath. I placed her back on her chair and sat opposite her, biting vigorously into an éclair,
‘Your mother’s favourites, I can see why…’  
Story inspired by Never Let Me Go
Words by me.

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Vamp it up

So different from their old songs. Step back everyone, and check out le new vampires. Wew!

Sunday, 17 March 2013

Saturday, 16 March 2013

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Sunday, 3 March 2013

sea green

Yo mama's so cool she can walk on water...

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Yeah, It's cool

Ah yeah, sticky toffee pudding... Not that I've had any recently, I was just thinking about it. So, um, anyway I went to London today to go to the natural history museum, and although full of amazingly annoying children and mother's whos prams catered for a whole nursery, it was a really lovely space and I enjoyed my time drawing things. After that chaos mam, my sister and I had lunch at... um... Some burger joint in soho which was fantastic. We also went shopping and walked past a newsagents which sold the BEST magazines ever, like Pop, Lula, Purple FASHION,Gentlewoman, Oh Comely, APARTAMENTO, Frankie and Twin, and I was literally drooling over it all. The coolest part was one of the magazines had my sister's photo ('cause she's le photographer: Le Website)  on the front cover and a whole spread of her work inside, so check it!

Yeah, I ended up buying just my usual magazines:

Then, we went to loads of other places around Soho. I requested to go to American Apparel, 'cause I miss it, and I bought so many scrunchies! (It was buy two and get the third half price...)

So I just got a standard red velvet one, for the velvet collection, I also bought a lovely light blue denim one and then a red and black one which had a 'scarf' pattern on it. There were so many to choose from, I was going to get a gold one, however I thought 'When would I wear that?' and they also had a bright pink sparkly one, and such a sweet green gingham one, and other colours in there 'Disco Pants' fabric, just so many! I'm getting sidetracked, sorry. So they were about £4.50 each. Then I got the coolest thing in existence... It's not quite as good as glittery stuff, but it's the next best thing...

Glow in the dark nail polish! I mean holy shit is this stuff cool or what?
So now, when I'm having a rave, I'll have the coolest tallons anyone ever did see. The only downer was it was £7 a bottle... £7! I mean come on, it's just nail polish. 

Then we went to Beyond Retro, which I didn't even know had a shop, and I got the cutest dungerees. (I now have three pairs in my collection). They are quite roomy, so thick jumpers, here I come!

And look at this absolutely adorable floral print all over them.

Then as I was paying for them at the counter (and the guy surving me had a super sparkly shirt which I was literally going to rip off his body if we had the time) I saw this tube with scrunchies all over it and out of all of the velvet ones, this was the only different one. It has a lovely silky feel (polyester) and this oriental design covering it, and that was £1.50, the way scrunchies should be. So now I can walk around like a girl from the 90s with me dungers, scrunchies and crimpers!
So, yeah that was my London fandango, I hope you had a good day. Now I'ma shower and have a massive sleep. How about some tunage for sleepy:


Come on, why wouldn't I put Grimes on when I just bought the album?

Piece done by Amy Ross