A woodpecker has decided to make its home in a tree in nearby my bedroom window...it is hideous. Other notes...pigging out on yellow at the moment. Been wearing a lemon yellow jumper I found in a car boot sale last time I was home in Cambridge and today bought an ankle length yellow vintage 50's dress and a light tan leather bomber from my favourite vintage shop for the joint price of 15 squuiiiid. superb. Also wanted a yellow cheap as chips dress from H&M but was only in huge sizes boo. Although my bank balance is not looking great so probably for the best.
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Watching the Got to Dance final on repeat with the house rabbit...I feel like I have been so busy recently. Probs the effect of the change of season. Makes people get ill with the constant hot/cold make your mind up weather and bam we all have the sniffles.
I am gettting serious shoe yearnings. I'm desperate for some Doc Martens but can't really justify them now it is getting warmer....bum out.
Taste of the sun to come in spring and summer the past few days. I. Cannot. Wait
Much love xxx
So was really excited to realise I was walking down the street where Gilbert and George live when I was down in London a short time ago. Fournier Street off Brick Lane, they make the point of their road being mainly immigrant families when they found the house and moved....now the likes of Tracey Emin live down the small street.
I actually think they are so great and wish I had bumped into them. A while ago I got given this...
Tatty Devine,
who have a shop on brick lane collaborated with G&G to make a range of jewelery...this one in reference to their 'Gordens makes us drunk' video piece and the pieces are all really fun and this one definitely looks better in real life than in the photo I think.
Much love xxx
So the entire of Leeds is sold out of my red hair dye...been running around town after work to find any and no joy. LAME...Hello awful roots!
Much love xxx
So I am back up in Leeds at Uni having such a great time. First night off in a while...so time to recollect on the past week or so. Plus my housemates and I had a massive photo upload session. Been on some great nights out with some great people, and managed to miss half my lectures for the week. Oops. Well next week everything begins for sure and I will be reading all my stuff for my lectures and attending everything. Promise.
From playing in the park on a crisp sunny winters day, to cocktails with the girls, to frolics after nights out and our christmas dinner all along the theme of fun. The photos are by my housemates Tia and Alice as well as Emma and Tona's from their beautiful cameras.
Much Love xxx
I am loving being back in Leeds, so nice to catch up with everyone again and have lots of fun to look forward to. Fun starting at 3pm tomorrow after my one exam...cannot wait! I love these, I mean they are so obviously Terry Richardson (but then his work is always so instantly identifiable) and they are so so fun. The red pout, super hair, great fun and starkly bold.
I love the curly hair above. I really would love curly hair but alas all my locks can manage is a faint wave. The mass of curls is just so volumous and YUM. The desaturated colours in the montage are great too. Reminiscent of a crisp winters morning, like today. It was lush.
Much Love xxx
So I am currently trying to pack up all my belonging into a suitcase and various other holdalls so I can struggle onto the train back to Leeds. Having finally thought I'd achieved what I assumed to be the impossible, the closing of my suitcase, I skipped downstairs only to behold a pile of ironed leggings and dresses I had washed at the last minute yesterday, and my denim jacket just sitting there looking all innocent. I wanted to weep. Nobody realises how much physical effort really goes into packing. I mean, you are running around, folding, grabbing, sorting. Then comes the part when you have to use the brute strength, that really doesn't come naturally, to squeeze the bags and strain the zips, pulling and tugging until they triumphantly close. However, this last part is often repeated by me at least three or four times trying to fit in the essential items I notice now lying around, eyeing me up, smugly knowing I will have to huff and puff for another several minutes to get that essential hairbrush in its place.
