An empty chair. Oh the shame of my horrendously messy desk.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
An empty chair. Oh the shame of my horrendously messy desk.
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Cardi - Gap sale Top - George @ Asda Skirt - vintage Tights - M&S Brogues - River Island sale Ring - Stolen Thunder Oddsocks necklace - Tatty Devine, Christmas present. Wish I'd taken a close up - it's amazing!
I'm dreadful at having my photo taken by an actual person! I'm either scowling or hopping around in most of them.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Today has been such a busy day! I've been zooming all over Liverpool on various errands - Post Office, library, taking stuff to the charity shop and tip, buying a new bookcase, supermarket shopping, getting the broadband, phone & tv switched over and even the rather vile task of cleaning out the shed, uck.
I did manage to carve out three hours of bliss in the middle of the day though. Ffion and I went to Lark Lane for lunch and a spot of shopping and it's the perfect place for both. I do love living so close to a big city but I quite often can't be doing with going to the city centre at the weekend - too busy, too noisy and altogether too stressful. I prefer the quieter, more interesting haunts of the suburbs.
Lunch was at the Moon & Pea, one of my very favourite places to eat. The food is always gorgeous, it's run by the nicest people and as it's in an old laundrette, there are all sorts of quirky retro laundrette style photos on the walls. Being a good Liverpool establishment, it also houses a couple of Superlambananas. And kitsch fans, do please note the glittery blue Virgin Mary statues by the till.
Did I mention that the food is utterly delish? Here's my posh BLT and Ffi's lamb and halloumi burger:
Suitably full, we wandered down to the farmer's market and then back up again via some of our favourite shops. Larks is such a fab place to browse - we spent ages ooh-ing and aah-ing over all the stuff on display. Downstairs is filled with jewellery, very tempting handbags and lots of Cath Kidston, Ladybird and Rob Ryan delights. Upstairs is vintage homeware. I was very good and bought nothing for myself, just a couple of presents for some lovely fellow bloggers.
Wouldn't some of these fit in perfectly on Vix's Wall of Misery?
And then onto my idea of heaven:
She's being amorous with the cat, obviously...
What better way to celebrate the end of the book buying ban than with these three beauties? It has been such a struggle not to buy any over the past month but I'm pleased to report that I managed it in the end and so I felt totally justified in treating myself to these. And join me in marvelling at the prices - £7 in total and they're all 1950's first editions! I am as happy as a pig in muck.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
This rather funky coffee pot. I can't find anything about this specific design online but it's by Ridgway and an identical shaped but differently patterned design (Homemaker) is dated to 1955-68. An example is held in the V&A - ain't that swanky?
A bunch of dresses that need altering. I really must get cracking with the sewing machine.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Despite having to get up at an ungodly time for a Saturday, I was in London by 10am and, feeling very girl about town (am very much enjoying feeling more confident navigating my way around London), headed off to meet Margaret of Penny Dreadful Vintage fame. We had a little charity shop mooch, wandered around in the sunshine and then had coffee in a tremendous little cafe. And I'm pleased to report that she's even funnier and lovelier than I expected. Enviably dressed too! Isn't blogging fab? I am always a proper wuss about meeting new people but find when I meet fellow bloggers that I'm much less shy. I suppose there's already that sense of friendship there from all the chatting and commenting.
The original point of the jaunt to London was for Lee and I to see In A Forest Dark And Deep starring Matthew Fox and Olivia Williams. We very much like to get tickets for plays that feature our favourite actors and they're both high up on his list. The play was, well, hmmm... not very good. The acting was great - no complaints whatsoever in that department - and we had 3rd row seats which meant we could appreciate them up close (close enough for Lee to get hit in the foot with a prop can of Bud that fell off the stage). I just thought the dialogue and characterisation, particularly in the female character, were really poor in parts. The plot was a bit all over the place as well with lots of little things suggested and then never followed up on, and I saw the big dramatic moment coming a MILE off. The lady sitting next to me did not and let out quite the overly dramatic gasp when it happened.
We'd planned to meet one of Lee's pals in the evening for drinks but she couldn't come and working on the assumption that we'd easily spend £20 each in the pub, we bought tickets to see Flare Path starring Sienna Miller, James Purefoy and Sheridan Smith instead. I am SO glad we did. Despite the fact that we were sitting right up in the heavens and obviously didn't get to see any of the subtleties, I absolutely loved it. Mind you, it would have had to have been pretty bad for me not to. I love fiction and drama set in WW2 and have a real soft spot for RAF centred things, especially those about Bomber Command. But this really was great. Very funny in parts, very sad in parts, full of jolly 40's slang, really enthralling and with fab costumes and set design. Sienna (who admittedly I don't like very much) was much better than any films I've seen her in but Sheridan Smith was the winner for me. Such a sweet, emotional subplot.
Oh and we stayed in an EasyHotel. The hilarity. The orangeness. The lack of anything except a bed (seriously, wouldn't have killed them to put up a shelf or something). The bathroom was quite nice though.
Self with the perfect late night accompaniments - wine straight from the bottle, fake Pringles, a vegan Mars Bar and some roasted broad beans. What a classy bird I am.
I was terribly cultured today though. Lee's coach left about 3 hours before mine so I took myself off to the V&A for a look round. Oh my. I could have spent days in the place. I restricted myself to one little section and didn't even have enough time to do that properly. I was in my element in the British Galleries 1500-1760, with a very short dash through the 1760-1900 section as I realised I was running very late and had to scamper to the exit. Bliss, especially all the 17th century clothing and the Elizabethan room. The Hilliard miniatures are just exquisite - I stood gawping at them for ages. I didn't go to the Yohji Yamamoto exhibition but there were pieces dotted all around the rest of the exhibition rooms which I thought was a very nice touch.
And finally...the tag. It's The Handwriting Challenge which the ever-lovely Char posted about the other day. I adore looking at other people's handwriting so do have a go at this yourself if you want to. The rules are simple, write down the following:
1. Name and blog name
3. Write 'a quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog'
4. Favourite quote
5. Favourite song
6. Favourite band(s), artist(s)
7. Anything else you wish to say..
So, using a scrap of paper from my brilliant Edward Monkton notebook:
Didn't realise that I made the word "crap" look so much like "oap"!