Monday, 7 February 2011

I think there's a lot of wisdom about love and life that we can learn from what other people carve or scratch into toilet doors.
This struck me when I went back to the Sunflower Lounge for drinks last week (I actually remember it this time which is a nice touch and a marked improvement from the last time I ventured in there.)
Anyway, I went to 'powder my nose' (nb. I'm far too kitschy to be able to say the word 'piss' here. I actually cringed just typing it) and staring me in the face was there words that girls over the years have chosen to leave behind.
Primarily clich├ęd but nonetheless encouraging tidbits about not giving up, and life getting better but there are a few that actually really touched me.
It's just something to consider on your next visit to the ladies. Or the gents. (I've been known to use either in situations of dire need).

Anyway, I feel a little detached from the 'real world' tonight, I'm in an impossibly nostalgic and over thoughtful mood and I'm waiting for my folks to call because we've had some awful news this weekend and I think we're anxious to see how each other are coping with it.
I'm mostly happy, though, for what it's worth. I went out with my church's street team last Tuesday and it was seriously the best thing I've done since being back. In an altruistic and entirely selfish way, because I'd forgotten how much good caring for other people does me. And factoring in slam poetry; open mic nights and coming back from watching a film to find my two amazing flat mates had baked a cake which the three of us consumed frighteningly quickly whilst watching Take Me Out, it seems life here is turning out to be exactly what I'd feared to hope it could be.

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

In a world that is sometimes so dark it truly frightens me,
this website is a little beacon of hope.



Thursday, 6 January 2011

Je veux gagner ce coeur

(Moi Je Joue - Brigitte Bardot)

I have a new girl crush.
Well, that's not technically true. It's not exactly that specific, nor is it exactly new (I did my A Level French oral presentation on this topic) but it was a passion that had sort of lain dormant for a little while:
The French 'Nouvelle Vague' Heroine.
Doe eyed and milky skinned, I'm talking Jean Seberg in 'Breathless' (gamine crop, Brenton tops, cute pumps and a tonne of gallic attitude), Chantal Goya (rocking the blunt chin-length bob) and Francoise Hardy (with her adorable mix of femininity and androgyny).
But more so than any of the others, my first serious fashion envy of 2011, Anna Karina.
Danish by birth, but lived most of her life in Paris, she embodies the gorgeous, nigh-impossible-to-emulate, kind of effortless chic these women are famous for.




Disclaimer: this minor infatuation probably wasn't helped by Tuesday's visit to an exhibiton about the Beat Hotel, followed by a bottle of smoky red wine in Le Beaujolais and then an evening at a Jazz club.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne

Welcome to the New Year!
After my first New Years in the South West (well, Southampton) I'm back home in my comfiest chair, with this tab open and a cup of peppermint tea and burnt toast smothered with butter willing a set of resolutions, which as far as I'm concerned is the only way to truly welcome in this coming twelve months.

Travel.

Be braver and more spontaneous.

Learn Italian and/or Japanese.

Write more (and maybe join Writers Bloc)

Take more photos.

Get a first this year.

Spend more time with old and true friends.

Be calmer, because sometimes other people need that as much as you do.

Read more about art and architecture.

Stick to a weekly budget and stop forraying into topshop.

Run once a week, and maybe try Pilates or Yoga. Make more time to just be quiet.

Learn to really cook.

Make your room nicer, buy flowers or prints of photographs.

Get proper work experience in journalism or publishing.

Volunteer. Stop wasting your time, life’s just too short.

Make ‘mood’ related playlists on your iPod.

Stop being over-anxious. Trust more.

Quit drinking vodka just because ‘it’s easier.’ You don’t like it. Stick to wine, whisky and learn to like gin.

Wear dresses more often.

Find a coffee shop where you can be alone to read. Moreover, stop being so afraid of being alone.

Work on being more elegant and graceful. You’re getting too old for clumsy to be endearing any more.

Eat more fruit.

Completely cut out bitching. It’s just never ever okay.