as we arrived a storm blew in.
(apologies for the shoddy camera, i hope you can get a glimpse of what the sea was like that night, reflecting the town’s orange light)
we took a walk and it was like the wind had blown everyone else away.
i was thinking about this blog, and i came to thinking again about why it’s here. couldn’t really come up with much of a reason other than enthusiasm, which has been pretty vacant from these parts. so i’ll get onto that. fact.
so things that have been pleasing me lately
fireworks, flowers, bon jovi, christmas coming, cat staying at the flat whilst mum swims in egypt, buying poetry books, painting my nails, cooking loads, snooping round second hand furniture shops, planning window-boxes, the return of red wine into my life, my dad being head over heels in love, gothy videos and a would-be silk shirt i bought a couple of weeks ago. and once again going brighton this weekend to see lucie-lou. seems like b-town always kick starts this blog so fingers crossed for that then.
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we made these totoros from felt and sketches and lots of stitching time.
they’re the boy’s books – i can’t speak french.
here are some things from elsewhere. i was playing with a different camera, seeing how i’d do at making somewhere familiar look interesting again to me.
it’s not quite the calm neatness of blushing ambition but I don’t think anything in my life will ever quite match that…
autumn polyvore. hoping to add a million more clothes to that but let’s face it I probably won’t. And if I do they’ll probably be pretty poor. If anyone finds any awesome flat shoes let me know.
oh, and one of cats died last week. I was feeling very glum, and I went to see the rabbits. When I looked in the hutch this little guy was sat there posing with this tube on his head. He was just posing, just after I took this photo he took it off his head. Cheered me up no end, and I hope it makes you laugh too…
the pier was amazing. so was the t shirt with death riding a motorbike on it. fucking awesome.
After the party we slept on the floor, with Spinal Tap on the VHS. The next day we found ourselves eating cinammon buns and taking the train to the sea.
We spent the day at the beach.
We played aeroplanes on the pebbles and we swam in the sea and we collected sea shells, and we ate watermelon, and we each drank a beer and we ate pasties and we chatted, we read trashy magazines and ancient books of essays and got sunburned as the last hot summer day turned into long shadows.
and then it got dark and we were still there.
I loved it.
