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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A fight with my boyfriend on the London Eye took place, resulting in his parents separating us like children in front of other onlooking passengers. Freezing at the Christmas Markets in Southbank, a successful trip to Top Shop for my sister, and a Sunday that started out with good intentions....
Taking a stroll through the hood, it was my plan to go to Lyndon's to get some Calico for my fashion folio (fully intending to dedicate my day to said folio, to make all the samples I had dreamt up.. but hadn't actually transferred from my brain yet)... strolling, strolling, strolling.. I strolled past my fave vintage store and saw the most amazing fur in the window. Double-take! I had to detour and investigate this further...
Once inside I was confronted by a surprise. A friend from my fashion class! May I say; impressed that she managed to score a job at such an awesome store.
We gushed over the fur in the window (wolf) and lusted after the Giuseppe Zanotti's with a what looked like ply-wood jigsaw heels. Then we mutually complained about how much work we had not managed to accomplish and I was on my way again.
Walking down Portobello Road I spied huge signs plastered to the front of a shop: "25% off EVERYTHING". NO! The shop where I had picked out and planned to buy the most perfect leather jacket ever! This had to be a sign from Heaven.
Long story short the jacket was purchased. It now resides in my closet, along with a gorge pair of navy blue jeans I also picked up. The success of this purchase, in my mind, seemed to somewhat cancel out the epic fail of my non-existent folio homework that's still hanging over my head (hopefully this will materialise by next weekend).
Successful Sunday x
Saturday, November 6, 2010
If you see a girl walking around West London with a paper bag over her head and holes cut out for eyes, don’t be alarmed. She has probably been the victim of a bad haircut.
'She' is ‘Me’, and this has never happened before. I've heard getting a truly bad haircut is seen as a Rite of Passage in some circles... and today was my lucky day.
B and I arrived early for our haircuts. Walking up to a painfully cool Studio, tucked away between a club and a cavernous vintage records store off Brick Lane, it was slightly intimidating. I say this because we literally had to walk under a warehouse roll-a-door and past dumpsters to get to a pair of tall glass doors flanked by actual black velvet ropes each side of the entrance. Yup.
Inside we were greeted by Kylie, thumping out of the sound system (I was impressed by the acoustics..) and introduced to our stylists. B got a guy with white patent leather Doc Martins and a highlighted undercut. I got a tanned and ripped little man in a tight, low v-neck, accessorised with a well placed jade necklace.
He sat me down and I showed him the picture of what I wanted. ‘Fabulous. We make it sexy, K.' I tried to go into a bit more detail but was cut off. 'I do photo shoots! I do magazines and models! No worries. OK. I know what you want. You trust me.' Not alarmed by the dramatics, the 'I do magazines and models' had the intended effect, so I figured I'd just go with it.
While he was cutting he didn't do much talking. 'Fabulous.', 'Beautiful.' and 'I love it.', were his main words. 'Show me your sexy smile' was his sentence. Once I asked if I could read a Vogue. 'No, no, no! You don't read now. Enjoy your haircut! It's going to be about an hour… Then read all you want K!' Fine... I settled for listeing to the house compelation- "When Will I Be Famous". Catchy. Make mental note to download.
'It’s done! You look Fabulous!’ ‘I love it!' Yes I did actually... 'What about the fringe?' I asked. He took a breath and pursed his lips for effect. 'No! No! No! You do not listen! I say we NO do fringe, it not suit you!' I sensed a bit of ‘lost-in-translation’.. ‘Oh. Okay? But that was what I asked for..?’ *silence* 'Fine!' *flourish with a comb* 'We give you fringe.' He cut a bit more.. then more… For fear of being berated a second time I didn't say a thing. I just sat there - silently screaming inside.
Then in a quiet state of shock. We left.
To say my self-esteem had taken a hit would be an understatement… more like it had got the shit kicked out of it!
I ran into the nearest Starbucks and locked myself in the toilet to survey the damage. At worst I look like Ferris Buelers Sister:
At best; with some pins, I could pull off Audrey Hepburn a la Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
So nursing my bruised ego I braved it through brunch, then ran home and bought chocolate and Gossipgirl season three to hide from the world under my doona, where I've remained.
I don’t want to face the world on Monday x
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The evening started off innocently enough, heading in to Shoreditch for a haircut. I’d agreed to stop by Oxford Street with my friend on the way, to see the lighting of the Christmas Lights. The excitement of this came and went within the space of the first few minutes, and we were left feeling a little bit underwhelmed by the whole thing.
Half an hour later we found ourselves lured in to one of Brick Lanes famous curry houses, with pushy promises of free drinks and discounts off our bill. To be honest this was not a hard sell, but also mildly distressing at the same time considering the close proximity of my impending appointment - and I did not want to piss off the hair dresser.
Once the free wine had arrived all bets were off. I called the bitchy receptionist who informed me (with just the right amounts of condescending attitude laced with sarcastic boredom) that no, it would probably not be ok if I was slightly late, and yes. I should re-schedule. Ok. Done.
After the Lamb Goa and Coconut Naan came out I had resolved this to be one of my better life decisions. And once I’d sampled the Almond Rice and Butter Chicken it was ridiculously obvious. Yay me. Tres spur of the moment.
Feeling very satisfied with ourselves, we took advantage of the warm evening and strolled our way into a Fair Ground conveniently located in the middle of Covent Garden. Marvelling at the rides, I told B that “Power Surge” was really not that scary, and in fact you actually felt quite safe. We should definitely go on it. (Pause for a moment-this really would have to be the perfect date). Once we were on the platform and locked into the seats protruding from several rotating claws connected to one giant mother of all claws I was not so sure this was such a good idea.
Oh. Mi. God!
I screamed so much on that ride that the gum flew out of my mouth. After praying that the G-forces of my body against the harness would not make it fling open and send me flying over Troccedero it was all over. I was gushing with happiness and euphoria, and secretly thanking the Lord that I’d completed this psychological mission in one piece, and no curry had been regurgitated.
This is living. This is my London x
Thursday, July 29, 2010
2 tblsp margarine
2 tblsp canola oil
1/3 cup Brown Sugar (I used Muscovado Sugar- it's unrefined, with a rich flavour)
1/4 cup Unsweetened Apple Sauce
1 tsp Vanilla Essence
1 tsp Cinnamon
2/3 cup Whole Wheat Flour
1/2 cup Oats
1/4 tsp Salt
1/2 cup chopped Crasins
1/4 cup of lightly toasted roughly chopped nuts (here I used Almonds)
1/4 cup of Dark Toblerone (or any Dark Chocolate roughly chopped)
Preheat the over to 375' Fahrenheit. Mix all ingredients together then spoon onto tray and cook for 12 - 14 minutes.
This recipe should make about 8 medium cookies, but I doubled the mix to make more. If your looking for a healthy snack idea these are perfect, and they smell like Christmas x
Monday, July 19, 2010
Lingering near a meat stand my boyfriend was excited to be offered a sample of sausage (the lack of sausages here have created a sausage shaped hole in him) - I told him after he ate it that it was Bison meat. It didn't seem to phase him. Once we had thoroughly explored back and fourth, then picked out some bread and headed home - a scrumptious way to spend the morning.
We've been lucky with the steamy weather lately, though knowing my luck once I press publish on this post within seconds the sky will probably cloud over - I just got back from the lake after spending some much needed time in the sunshine reading about London. I'd probably still be there now but the night time sunburn regret wouldn't be worth it..
Contemplating the UK has been making me excited. It's going to be weird going from LA in Summer to back into cooler temperatures in the London. So this has been tempting me to think about a romantic winter fashion wish list!
Visions of gallivanting around cobblestone streets in a shearling jacket - High-heeled Doc Martins - Loose fitting 'boyfriend-style' blazers - Fingerless gloves - Black leather shorts - Fur gillets - Lots of jewelery - and High Heels with socks have been running through my mind! x