In need of prettyness

So I've finally caught my first cold of the winter.... I'm sat at home feeling gross and caughing all over my cat, (lucky creature). To cheer myself up I decided to have a look at all my usual blogs which I stalk daily (the list of which is to your right --->) and I found some newbies! Here's a quick list:

• http://www.amanda-thomas.blogspot.com/


• http://lookbook.nu/


• http://stephaniecrowe.devote.se/


• http://www.sarahhermans.com/


• http://www.wherethelovelythingsare.com/


• http://notebookdoodles.blogspot.com/

Most of them are simply about beautiful things, whether that's images, clothing, interiors or just lovely quotes.

They have reminded me of my love for photography and finding beauty in everyday things. I took photography at college and even got a digital SLR for my graduation present, and since then I have used it, (as you'll have noticed from my previous photographic posts), but I don't feel I've used it to it's full potential. When heading off to uni I genuinely thought about doing photography instead of writing, but was too lazy to do the foundation year. I'm pleased with my decision as writing has always been my first love, but now I've got this urge to look up photography courses and teach myself to take pictures as amazing as the people in these blogs.

I hope one day I will, because a beautiful image can make you feel better, even when you've got a nasty case of 'man' flu.

Here's a cool one from Sarah Hermans:

The Day Mummy Gave me Away

A lil micro fiction for you inspired by something I saw on the bus to work this morning.....



The Day Mummy Gave Me Away:
　
It's a cold and drippy sort of day. Mummy and me are waiting for the bus and I cough and sneeze at the chilly air. She pulls my rainbow scarf around me roughly and pats my head to hard. The big blue and gold bus finally turns the corner to pick us up. I like buses you see, because they are big and the chairs are high. I feel like a proper grown up in those chairs, I do. I jump a little and dance as we get on, I can't wait to jump on the leathery chair!!

"Shut up Eloise, stop jumping around!!"

She gave me a smelly look. I hate when she does that.


"Bless her"

says the bus driver.


"Bless her? She's a bloody nightmare, you have her if ya want!"

The two grown ups laugh and the driver man shouts,


"Alright then I will Hahahaha"

And that was when I realised mummy was giving me away to the bus driver. My mouth went downwards and my bottom lip wibbled. But then I looked at my new daddy and decided it wouldn't be so bad. He was a big fat man with a curly white beard, he looked a bit like Santa- but without the red suit and elves. Maybe I'll be one of his elves? I decided then that I quite liked this new idea. Mummy doesn't like me anyway- she's always telling strangers what a pain I am. I'll be glad to get away from her and her smelly smoky breath.

The bus stopped at mummy's stop and I got excited to wave her off and stick my tongue out at her through the window. It hurt a little when she gave me away, but it was nothing compared to what came next. She yanked my hand and pulled me off the bus. I was never going to live with Santa. I cried as we walked away from my Santa daddy, I was so excitet...ted to be a elf and feed Rudolf.

Mummy's a bitch.

Fashion Fix

Fashion is one of my guilty pleasures in life, my sister (also my style icon) has shown me the glowy fashiony light and I've yet to look away. I know some people find it incredibly shallow and not worthy of consideration, but you've got to think- you encounter it every single day of you're life (apart from the nudists among you..) and if we must cover our bodies in cloth, it might as well be pretty... no? I pretty much eat fashion magazines for breakfast and geekily search the web for style blogs daily, so I thought I need to include a little more of my love on here.

My sister and I went to Goldaming a couple of weeks ago to scour charity shops for bargains. Goldaming is such a pretty town that looks like it's still in the 19'th century with gazebo's and cobbled streets, just walking around was lovely. The shops are pretty restricted- there's charity shops, bakeries, cafes and a fantastic little market on Thursdays. So not a place to run to for couture, but great for skint fashionistas like me and my sis. Here's what I found...

Have been looking for an over sized patterned chunky knit for months, so was happy to find this beauty for a measly £4

I liked the Gothic look to this little lace cover-up (very Autumn/Winter 09) I also enjoyed the price.....£2.50

After Goldaming I felt too saintly for only spending £6.50, so we went to Guildford highstreet to spend too much money on accessories....

This was from Topshop and was expensive. But look how prettttyyyy! Goes perfectly with a plain jumper to act like a blank canvas for this statement.

And this little chain from accessorise was just too cute. It's a CHAIR! on a necklace! That's fashion madness right there.

THINGS

And so here comes another blog with lists of exciting people/films/music/(other) blogs that are making my life that extra bit rose tinted at the moment. Some were found through magazines, some through word of mouth (alright, twitter) and some I stumbled across all on my own :D

I'll just stuck right in yeah? Yeah.

Lets start with the music. These bands/singers are currently exciting my ears:

• Cate le Bon (Listen to 'Me oh My' such a gorgeous song)


• St. Vincent (I've seen this bands name flying around the web for a while and today I finally took the time to listen- VERY GOOD, me likey)


• A Fine Frenzy (Recommended by my friend Rochelle who made the excellent point: 'How can you not like a song with clapping?!')


• JAY Z (Just for a spot of contrast...there is a gangsta somewhere deep inside, desperate to get out and write sic rhymes)

Right next section- Films!

• Where the Wild Things Are (see previous post! Out today- v.excited)


• An Education (read about this in Elle, is about a school girl getting it on with her teacher in the 60's. Caused quite a stir at Cannes film festival and is written by Nick Hornby so you can't go wrong).

NEXT! Fashion....

• I kinda want a snood. That's a scarf/hood by the way. And it looks like this-

• I also would quite like some statement boots to get me through winter- these would be perfect-

And finalamente....art/photography

• Annette Pehrson creates some beautiful ghost-like images, have a look at her blog:
  http://annettepehrsson.blogspot.com/


• Lucy-Ella also has some gorgeous and surreal fashion shots on her site:
  http://www.estherdreamsofmagic.blogspot.com/


• Zara Wood (or 'Woody') is an illustrator that has collaborated with topshop and has recently had her illustrated cameo jewellery featured in Elle- take a peek at
  http://www.zarawood.com/ Here's a couple of hers I like :)

So there you have it, another list of lovely THINGS. I'll be filling the next post with more things as I share with the world my charity shop finds from Goldaming last week. Stay tuned kids :D

Where the Wild Things Are....

So excited for this film......

Check out the website for a trailer- it'll make you smile, promise :)

http://wherethewildthingsare.warnerbros.com/#/Splash

Lyrical Poetry

This post was inspired by my boyfriend Antony and his love for the band 'Alice in Chains'. Today he got me to watch their unplugged session and made a comment that sparked this post: "The lyrics are like poetry".


It's true, any fan knows that the lyrics are the heart of this band and they do make for beautiful reading. It just made me think of all musicians and their role as writers, I don't know if we as listeners pay enough attention to the stories they're telling. I know sometimes you just want to hear a damn good riff, but every now and then we should take some time to listen closely as we might hear some genius.


Here is some poetry by Alice in Chains:




Angry Chair


Sitting On An Angry Chair
Angry Walls That Steal The Air
Stomach Hurts And I Don't Care
What Do I See Across The Way
See Myself Molded In Clay
Stares At Me, Yeah I'm Afraid
Changing The Shape Of His Face



Candles Red I Have A Pair
Shadows Dancing Everywhere
Burning On The Angry Chair



Little Boy Made A Mistake
Pink Cloud Has Now Turned To Grey
All That I Want Is To Play
Get On Your Knees, Time To Pray Boy



Rooster


Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through



Down In A Hole



Bury Me Softly In This Womb
I Give This Part Of Me For You
Sand Rains Down And Here I Sit
Holding Rare Flowers
In A Tomb.....In Bloom



Down In A Hole And They've Put All
The Stones In Their Place
I've Eaten The Sun So My Tongue
Has Been Burned Of The Taste
I Have Been Guilty Of Kicking Myself In The Teeth
I Will Speak No More Of My Feelings Beneath



Oh I Want To Be Inside Of You


(And here are some from a couple of my favourite bands....)


Incubus- Blood On The Ground
　
I don't want to talk to you anymore;
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue everytime you come around,cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

Hand over my mouth; I'm earning the right to my silence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.
Good judgement is once again proving to me
that it's still worth it's weight in gold.

So from now on I'm gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil,
that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil.


Pearl Jam- Jeremy

At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world



Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today



Laura Marling- Night Terror


I woke up and he was screaming.
I'd left him dreaming.
I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper "If they want you, then they're gonna have to fight me,"(Oh, fight me)


I woke up on a bench on Shepursburgh Scree
With a candle at my chest, and a hand on his knee.
I woke up it was dark there was no-one in this park at this time, oh why do I keep finding myself here?



Oh, fight me.

(Alice In Chains playing the unplugged set ^)