I made marshmallows the other day. Little squishy pink clouds, perfect for popping into hot chocolate (made with milk, of course!) or scoffing under the duvet when you know dinner is almost ready!
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Saturday, 17 January 2009
I know, I know. We’ve all seen the Balmain pictures, we’ve already dribbled over the acid wash, ripped up denim and sumptuous military jackets,
But why did so many people forget the party dresses?! There was so many eye popping, colours, paired with delicious twinkling sequins and jewels, spider web lace and oh the shoes!
I adored the shoes, studded to hell and back, ankle cuffs here and there, high enough to make a scene and just, dare I say it, ‘fierce’ enough to stop the whole thing becoming a bit too Versace…
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Sunday, 11 January 2009
I’ve always been a horder. When I was a child I’d cling to bits of ribbon and old gift tags, stamps from far away places peeled from my mothers’ mail.
When I was a little older I was drawn to old photographs, which I’d rummage for in Spitalfields market. I don’t know why I liked them, I just felt that they needed to be loved and appreciated…I would never want my pictures to end up in an old skip, forever forgotten. So I took them all home.
At university my boyfriend and I would often make our way down to this tumbling old antiques market (it was in reality not so glamorous as it’s name would deceive you, a small warehouse with holes in the roof) after a lunch of chip shop chips with mushy vinegary peas. He would look at strange taxidermy (an albino otter anyone?) and world war uniforms and I would look for photographs.
There weren’t many abandoned photographs by the sea; maybe people are more sentimental and careful down there. So instead I started collecting all the postcards, only ones with messages on.
Now I have hundreds of photographs, slides, postcards. This one is by far my favourite…
Until water turns to wine…
Thursday, 1 January 2009
I had a beautiful Christmas filled with magic and sparkle. London has a horrid reputation for being crammed with ruthless shoppers and drunken tourists at this time of year but some how I managed to avoid the sheer panic of it all. I made star shaped biscuits for my nearest and dearest and spent Christmas Eve watching Edward Scissorhands at Sadlers Wells with my boyfriends family. I’d seen it before when I was at uni but enjoyed it more this time around for some reason, it’s just so breathtaking.
Hopefully despite all the money gloom and icy weather everyone enjoyed their Christmas as much as me!