Box Hill is in what my Mum refers to as “deepest, darkest Surrey”, aka, only accessible via car (good luck on the shockingly ropey piece of crap that is Surrey’s excuse for a bus system). I’d not been since I was 8 and had no idea what to expect. Continue reading
Happy Easter! I’m not religious but Easter is embedded in my annual festivities thanks to the presence of Easter holidays during school. This is the first year where I’ve had every day of Easter as a day off and it has felt so bizarre. London is a lot quieter this weekend. I’ve spent my Easter weekend writing songs, reading poetry and watching Orange Is The New Black with my housemate Lizzie. It feels a bit like pretend procrastination but my housemate assures me this is just what normal people do on a day off. My Easter has been bookended by gigs; on Friday I played a gig (which ended up being a mini Kids With Crayons reunion as James was around) and tomorrow I’m playing at the National Maritime Museum with WOLF PACK.
So my last post where I had a breakdown over blogging was one of the least commented posts ever; I’m not sure if you were waiting to see what happens next or if you were all just being very British (haha). I’ve decided to keep writing this blog for now, but I’ll share more of the things that interest me and what I’m actually doing, rather than what I’m wearing. Clothes does not this lady make! This will probably mean posts are centred more on my creative process and less on blouses. Not to say I don’t love a good blouse (how great is my newest high-neck one above?) and they won’t make an appearance now and then but I’m just not so sure it’s the peak of all my furious appetite. Hopefully you’ll find my songs almost as riveting as my choice in pinafores. Much love, and thank you for reading. X
Do you ever have those days where you end up abandoning your plans to just hang out and chat? My good friend Danilo and I somehow managed to spend the whole day hanging out on an impromptu whim and it was so much fun. We started off the Monday morning visiting an exciting new site where WOLF PACK (the contemporary theatre group I run and which Danilo is a member of) will be performing next year and then supposedly we were both going home to do work. Except we never did! The sun got brighter and brighter and spurred us on to just soak it all up and be tourists in our own city. We ended up wandering around Waterloo, browsing records and vintage clothes, eating falafel in the sunshine, pigeon-watching (far more entertaining than people-watching), wandering along the thames for a sunny afternoon pint on the Tamesis dock and strolling all the way back to the South Bank.
Danilo (pronounced “Dah-nee-low”) is one of my close friends from university and I think we are the only two to have taken the “freelance” path since graduating (as opposed to full time employment or teaching). I don’t tend to feature my friends on here (apart from James, it may as well be called James Parade) as barely any of my friends know about my blog. To be honest I doubt most of my friends actually know what a blog is!
It was such a gorgeous day to take in the beautiful views of the river. I’m not normally a massive fan of my own photography but I was pretty pleased with the postcard quality of the top photo and the garden museum was beautiful despite it being autumn already! Cheesy tourist photos were a must, and I also had to include a shot of Danilo’s amazing vintage shirt inherited from his grandparents. Thank you to Danilo for the photos of me and for an awesome Monday!
Who doesn’t love a house party? During my teenage years, there weren’t many Friday or Saturday nights that didn’t involve drinking games in somebody’s kitchen, but in recent years house parties seem to have been replaced with pre-drinking and going out. Last night was a welcome reminder of the fun of dancing on sofas, trampling in gardens for private conversations and waking up disorientated, squished next to friends.
TAPE PARADE 