Bumble Bee

The busier the better. This week I've barely had a moment to sit down, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. Since last Wednesday it has been non-stop, early mornings, late nights, quick lunches, and going on trainlines I've never even heard of. Absolute bee right here. It started last week with my many travels to the other side of the central line that is North Acton, and for the hour plus journey I had remembered my iPod but forgotton my headphones... Thus (yeah that's right, I said thus) cracking out the notebook and planning my whole entire life out... Then Thursday I met a friend after work for late night shopping. Late night shopping indeed, I got home around 11 and had to pack my bag to take to work the next day since I was going to Nottingham for the weekend. So, weekend carrier in hand, I went to work on Friday. And out the office I ran at 6.30 to get my 7 o'clock train. Got to Nottingham, went straight out. Came back at 6 in the morning. Slept. Woke up. Went to a festival. Slept. Woke up, got my train. Monday I went into work bright eyed and bushy tailed and ended up helping out set up an event at a hotel all day. Then presenting a slide show in the evening. Mingled. Ran off to the nearest train station to meet my friend at the pub. Tuesday headed straight back to the hotel to collect the vintage props we rented, then return them to North Acton. Popped into my old work on the way back (why not eh?). Lovely catch up with everyone, including a sexy fellow blogger throughmyeyesfrommyheart.blogspot.com . Sat down at work for a split second. Invited to a fashion show to blog about on the company's website; LCF's BA Hons Design Technology graduates show, and a beautiful one at that. One of the photographs above reminds me of a much more stylish rush hour. The patterns were amazing, but the trimmings, applique and make up even more so. Yet again, I had some serious eye brow envy. Mingled. Ran for the train at 8 o'clock from Paddington station to get to an audtion (shameless reality tv gold) at South Kensington. I was the very last person in the queue. I had a whale of a time. Got home at 11. Pigged out. Slept. Got to work, horrible day. Stayed late. Came home. Singed half my hair off in my not so relaxing bath with ever so lethal candles...

Up All Night

Best weekend. I hate this Sunday feeling. It starts around 8 o'clock in the evening when you can feel Monday aproaching, when you know you'll have to get into bed soon, when you don't want to sleep because you know as soon as you wake up you have to get on that train and get into work. Procrastinating. It makes me wonder about the people at work. Sometimes they're in the office all weekend. 7 days a week. 9 til 9. That gives them very little time to explore the wonders of the world, no matter how big or small. I cherish my weekends like never before. It's not like when you're at sixth form and every day is a weekend; you're always with your friends, you always feel relaxed, you learn a little, you laugh a lot. Sit on the cricket pitch. Skive on the cricket pitch. Eat on the cricket pitch. Stroll home, because you're in no hurry. You're with your friends, the longer the better. You wake up, you're late, it doesn't matter. Half term. Summer holidays. Afternoon mass. Supply teachers. Those teachers who treat you like actual adults. Colour coded revision. Lack of revision. Panic revision. New friends, new surroundings, new atmosphere. It all became familiar. It all became old. It all becomes mere memories.

Posh Porn #2

Backstage Beauty

I am soley smitten with Miu Miu's red lips and clumpy mascara, but what about Gauliter's grandma chic?
Though I suppose it's hard to notice any of that once you've caught Abby Lee's collection of YSL rings. Super jel.

Perculiar Past

The past few days have been rather weird & wonderful. Firstly, Saturday I woke up and couldn't stand the thought of just staying in being bored, and wasn't really in the mood for the gym... I wanted to venture a little further. So I walked to the train station and hopped off at Liverpool Street to rummage around Brick Lane. I love days where you're free just to wander around, go down any street that takes your fancy and not know where you're going or what you're going to find. I found a beautiful little church which I took a photograph of on my disposable, I found the usual vintage shops, antique shops, stalls of amazing and possibly undercooked and definitely overpriced food.
The following day I gladly helped out my friend at the aforementioned stall in Hampstead. Was a lovely day and I'd say her stall was by far the most interesting and genuinely reasonably priced, which is more than I can say for the gorgeous Will Young's stall... Lovely pieces, ludacris prices. Have a peek at This Old Thing Vintage's blog, or even better, pop down to Portabello which I plan to do next weekend. thisoldthingvintage.blogspot.com
And finally, today, a trip to the other end of the central line: North Acton. For an event I'm helping organise at work I had to find vintage Union Jack flags, which is harder than it sounds unfortunately! However, after hours of searching online I found a prop hire company, and visited them today. Found the perfect flags, and heading back tomorrow to get some more... Any excuse for a few hours wandering around and avoiding the office.