Thursday, 11 April 2013
Sunday, 27 January 2013
From top: finally buy a Peter Pilotto for Kipling rucksack (this one used to be Daisy Lowe's and was found at Oxfam's second Rumble in the Jumble sale over the weekend), visit Death: A self-portrait at the Wellcome Collection and wear as much print and fringing as you can fit into one inappropriately-short-for-a-Sunday outfit. Colour will make it all better, I promise.
Monday, 21 January 2013
It may be sporadic, it may be lacking in pretty outdoorsy pictures of me wearing a new hat or eating Dim Sum, but mark my words....It's 2013, and the blog will rise again!!
(Or at least, this is how you start to talk when someone does little illustrations of you, making your hair much sleeker than in real life and even painting your nails for you. N'awww, I'm liking doodle me more already!)
When asked, "what rules do you live your life by?" (a question people often ask each other), I tend to quote direct from the book of Mum. It usually blows people's minds, the philosophical reasoning of my own mother. So if the start of 2013 has been a little flat thus far, then here's some lifting talk - as dispensed to me over the years....
"You're the gang!"
Mum translation: pretty literal actually - sod 'em all. To every "x said I look like Where's Wally in this hat" or "so-and-so thinks my eyebrows are taking over my temples," all I ever get back is,"meh, forget it, because YOU ARE the gang!"
"Boyfriends aren't for you, just like goat's cheese isn't for me."
Mum translation: sometimes society pressures you into doing things that you really don't want to do. Like eating certain foods to be polite, or one day moving in with someone you only really like from a certain angle when you squint (because it's time? Because they're there?) Why struggle, just so society gets its way all the time? Isn't the whole goat's cheese thing bad enough?
"If you're so original then tell me, where's your cape?"
Mum translation: people who have to constantly say they are unique/clever/successful/brilliant in one way or another usually aren't at all. Here is her litmus test for true innovation.
"You're just dipping your toes in the water!"
Mum translation: Context please. Unless you've ever given birth to another person, you don't know anything about anything just yet. You're just starting out, so don't sweat it.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Here in Britain, we still talk about our peculiar legacy of 'class structure'. Though mostly, at nauseating middle class dinner parties where we - ok I - have had a few gins (note: Kettle Chips adored the land over, but scowls for bringing smooshy sausage rolls and anything overtly cheesy that doesn't come hand-baked.)
I was FURIOUS when I discovered at said dinner party that I was actually middle class. "But I went to a comprehensive!" I cried, shovelling rocket and sundried tomato salad into my mouth in enraged protest, "how dare you question...my roots."
But look. The pictures don't lie. Here I am, bearing witness to my family's first Christmas cheese board this week. With just the ONE variety of cheddar on offer: