27 March 2011

Papa got a brand new...

Life.

So it's official. I'm slamtastic, slamublous, slammy, slamsome and mostly importantly slam-permanent. 

Happily nestled somewhere between the wonderful Leather Lane and the delights that only Gray's Inn can offer, I've found myself a little spot to call my own. 

This morning basking in the british sunshine, post pathetic run, Madre embarked upon one of her favourite Sunday treats. Stories of when we were young. Whilst usually I'm tempted to turn the invisible volume button to low and nod/smile where appropriate, my ears were pricked with interest rather quickly by a new story. 

When I was just a wee sprog my Pa worked by Farringdon, talk about following in footsteps. Unbeknown to me I've been taken up and down Leather Lane heaps of times. Whilst I have no recollection of this at all, I love that the powers that be have allowed me to gravitate back to the area to appreciate it once again. In the past it was the only place near work for my Pa to bring exotic fruits in the bleak midwinter back to pregnant Madre, today Leather Lane offers a whole host of strange goods.

Amongst other traits (stubbornness, a mighty height and a hardworking ethos) I have inherited from my Pa, the one I for sure see on a daily basis is his love of rock music. He owned that afro and headband look, he wore the high waisted flares with style and introduced me to many greats that I still just can't get enough of. 

Latest purchase made me think of him. And perhaps how he'd laugh at me in my Beatles t-shirt.

T-shirt H&M - Paul McCartney bare foot, because that's how the dead walk.

20 March 2011

These are a few of my...

Favourite things.


Rouge resplendent, wild and unruly -  the Ginger people are never far from view.  I'm going to make a faux pledge to try and mould these random musings into something slightly more ordered and themed. As much as I love writing about things I find hot, sexy, annoying and interesting sometimes a girl has just got to do it for her people. 


I'm looking for gingers, red heads, rusty beards and strawberry blondes. All shapes, sizes, ages and sexual orientation please.


(An ice cream van is going round my village - what a keen bean)


Of course, on top of a celebration of this copper craze I'll continue to post things you care about even less.













The utterly charming and astonishingly down to earth Christina Hendricks. Face of the Palladium Vivienne Westwood Get A Life Jewellery collection. Not a real ginge.



Three German Ginger lasses swapping notes at MuffinMan, Hannover, Deutschland.


Ginger sister with a big bad bow - Linden Nord, Hannover, Deutschland. Faux.


Tyre Swing Berlin park. Unreal. But ginger.

Kind of creepy, mostly well loved. Ginger and Blonde dolls. Am Hohen Ufer Flohmarkt, Hannover, Deutschland.

Een leuke kat in Amsterdam, The Netherlands.









5 March 2011

Life Admin

The sun is playing hide and seek, and I'm getting a bit sick of losing. I can't cope with the on going jacket on jacket off role play. I need to know NOW what is going on with this English weather. We have a tumultuous relationship, and I'm pretty sure weather UK is in for a serious dumping.


It's one of the first things I do when I wake up - check the weather. Rolling over in bed to check online or sometimes I dare to peek through my blinds at the grim reality. Not once this week have I been pleasantly surprised. A big two fingers to the cruddy cold we've been having.


Enough bitchiness about the weather - how English have I become? (Seriously no other nationality can drag out chat about the weather like the Brits) 


I rate my week about 8/10. I won some divine boots on eBay this week as a pay day treat and cannot wait to take them out for a spin. But they do not suffice. I will permit myself to purchase one more thing this week I tinks. It's just about bloody time.


Here is a selection of things I am looking into currently - draw inspiration from what you will.


Beauts Blue Scooter - loved cruising around Les Saintes on one of these babies even though 80% of the time I thought I might die.

Pear Drops - sweet and perfectly formed - As good as when we were kids?
Arterton being turned into a human oil slick on the set of Bond. Where's the new Bond at?


Portman - can this woman do no wrong?

Not enough people appreciate TinTin.

Mourning the loss of two of my besties, who are now travelling in Brazil. They've exchanged Patisserie Valerie for cheese/bread of Brazil.

The British Museum is incredible. Great mood lighting and excellent collections. I want a naked ceramic lady in my house.