1. Looking at this new promo pic while simultaneously listening to this tune.
So, I tried to go for this Downton Abbey inspired hairstyle today.
It was not as easy as the last one. I managed to get the front looking ok, although I don't have rats so it wasn't that poofy. But the back was well hard (I have a feeling they didn't have to contend with layers back in the day). In the end, I gave up and pinned it up with a clip.
Maybe next time I'll try the front from today with the back from yesterday. Or I'll try it with my cloche hat :D
I've been on a bit of an early-20th century kick. This is mostly because I've been watching too much Downton Abbey and looking at too many Edwardian photographs while at work.
So this morning I found a rather nifty-looking Edwardian hair tutorial and gave it a go.
It's a bit more matron than marchioness but I'm still rather chuffed with the way it turned out.
Maybe tomorrow I'll try for the full Lady Mary.
Today, I would also like to give a shout out to my blanket :D
My Mum knitted this thing years ago. I first got it when I took it away to university with me and it's been my companion ever since (it even came to New York for six months!) There's nothing like a blanket to snuggle into when it's cold. I tend to feel the cold each winter, no matter where I'm living, so this blanket gets an outing each year.
Apparently my current flat is normally a warm place, but at the moment THE HEATING IS BROKEN D: So today I've been rocking it with my blanket, my hot water bottle and copious amounts of hot chocolate. It's been pretty good, all told.
Hi guys. I came over all funny this morning and decided that I was going to try to do something for advent. And that something is write Sherlock themed drabbles.
Whether I stick to it or not is another matter, but I think the writing practice could be quite fun.
The theme for each drabble comes from the Oxford English Dictionary's word of the day.
Today's word is: December
I've been consuming lots of things this week, both literally and figuratively.
Firstly, Deborah and I attempted to make sushi yesterday.
It was lots of fun even if the results didn't turn out quite as we'd hoped. (I think maybe the decision to add sour cream, dill and honey was a strange one. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME.) But we finished the meal off with profiteroles so it was all ok.
And we watched The Third Man. I love this film, guys. The cinematography and the music and the setting of a bombed-out Vienna all come together to make something quite wonderful. For example: stake-outs are best when you have balloons.
Other things I have been consuming include:
The Killing
The new series of The Killing is on! Woo! Let's hope it gets as exciting as the last one, although I'm still feeling a little fraught after SPOILERS in the first series to be honest.
Handy hint: You know you're looking forward to the new series of The Killing when you start singing the words 'the killing' to the theme tune of The Sweeney. Yes, I am that cool.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
I started reading this book about three years ago and stopped half-way through because of my anxiety. Now I've gotten over all that, I decided to give it another go.
The verdict? This is a great book! Seriously good. I love the way it's written. The first-person POV is very well done and astoundingly fascinating. And the story's a pretty good yarn too. If you haven't read this book yet, go and do so. It's worth it.
Also, when I started reading it before, I hadn't quite realised how many Sherlock Holmes references there were in there, which is quite surprising given the title. In fact, I didn't realise the title was a reference either until very recently (right now, I am making my 'I feel like an idiot face').
Speaking of which.
As much Sherlock Holmes as I can fit in my head in any one time
Guys, did you hear the news? January. JANUARY. Soon we will have more episodes of Sherlock and it will be A VERY GOOD THING.
But, that also gives me a deadline. I am determined to have read The Final Problem and The Hound of the Baskervilles by the time the new series airs. The only problem is that I am also determined to read the stories in chronological order of publication and I've still got quite a way to go.
That's sorted then. Every day from now on will be Sherlock Holmes day and no regrets :D
So this weekend didn't go according to plan.
It was Deborah's birthday and she'd booked a table at a swanky club in Mayfair. Claire came down to stay at mine yesterday and we toddled off to Mayfair for some fun times.
Turns out though, that Claire and I were 10 minutes late so Deborah's table was full and apparently that meant we weren't allowed into the club at all; no table, no entrance. NOT IMPRESSED, SWANKY MAYFAIR CLUB. If you are going to have a super-strict entrance policy, please make it clear before people travel all the way here from Southampton.
To be honest though, I wasn't that disappointed. I was sad that we couldn't celebrate with Deborah, but I wasn't really looking forward to going to the club anyway. Don't get me wrong, I like dancing, but if you're an establishment that charges an exorbitant entrance fee plus a rather ridiculous minimum spend for each table plus plus a dress code along the lines of 'all girls must wear heels and tiny dresses and nothing else is acceptable' I tend to think you're a bunch of knobs and I'd rather not waste any of my money on you. Just for the record.
Anyway, all wasn't lost. Claire and I found a very nice Sicilian restaurant in the West End. We sat at the bar and drank cocktails and felt very classy. We also had a great chat, which is hard to do in a club setting.
And we were finally able to meet up with Deborah this morning to give her our presents. She felt a little bad about yesterday so treated us to hot chocolate and some rather delicious muffins, which was very nice of her.
Claire and I also went to Petticoat Lane market AGAIN and found a stall where they were selling jewellery for only 50p each :O Yes the quality does feel cheap, but I'm rather chuffed with my new necklace all the same (Claire got it for me because I had helped her purchase some new shoes minutes beforehand.)
So the weekend turned out rather well in the end, I think. God, I need to sleep now though; we were up cocktailing rather late last night.
I went to the Natural History Museum with Emma, Helen and Susan today :D:D:D:D
We all proved that we knew how to act our age by running straight into the dinosaur exhibition and then going to play with the toys in the gift shop.
In our defence, dinosaurs are pretty cool.
I loved the shadows that the skeletons threw on the walls.
I think these were velociraptors? Maybe? We indulged ourselves in many Jurassic Park quotes before we realised that the film is nearly 20 years old and promptly shut up.
Ok. So the animatronic T-Rex is there to scare the kiddies. But, gosh, it does move well. I was scared myself. I WASN'T SCARED I SWEAR.
So fascinating though. I've just been watching a programme about dinosaurs on the TV, and I've also just finished reading The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins. The TV show was a little low-budget and the book was a little dry, but, man, there isn't anything that fascinates me as much as evolution. Seriously. Seriously! When the book started talking about how organisms may have evolved in the first place, oh oh oh. Stuff that used to be there but isn't there now, oh my! Natural selection, oh, Mr Darwin! And I will leave my beard on. GAZE.
After all that excitement, we went for lunch. And we just happened to pass by the Hummingbird Bakery. I'd heard a lot about this place, so I decided to go get myself a cupcake.
It was on the expensive side, but worth it to try it once, I say.
It came in a very cute little box.
Carrot cake cupcake for me. And it was very tasty. I normally find large amounts of frosting to be quite trying, but this one wasn't sickly at all. If I wasn't a person with bills to pay, I'd go back for more!
In other news,
The Three Musketeers
I read the above. In my opinion, it wasn't as good as The Count of Monte Cristo. Mariya begs to differ, and I will admit that it has all the fun and adventure and ridiculous storylines of Monte Cristo. But I found that the plot tended to meander a little and it was very much a boys' adventure story. Swordfights! And moustache-twirling! And deeds of derring do! For no apparent reason! Why all the fighting, guys!? Yes, maybe that's what heroes do if you live in the nineteenth century, but I can't help feeling that D'Artagnan and his friends spend most of the book wandering around acting like dicks. So much so that I was tempted to rename the book, The Three Dicks.
Then again, it is so ridiculous that it's almost charming. (It's the sort of book that should be read while listening to this tune.) And I wouldn't object if Gonzo decided to turn it into a pretty animation about blue space vampires :D
And then, SEWING
You may remember me saying that I bought a couple of dresses for super cheap but that they needed some alterations. I spent all day yesterday sewing, pricking my fingers, tying myself in knots, and lamenting the fact that I didn't have the foresight to actually learn how to do this before giving it a go. Still, I think the results are passable.
Seven pounds for the two of them! (I'm sure shouting out the price makes me seem ever so classy.) SEVEN POUNDS!
I've been all kinds of busy recently. Sorry about that. Have a very speedy run-down of what I've been up to.
1. Went shopping in Petticoat Lane market with Claire and bought two dresses for a grand total of £7. Unfortunately, you get what you pay for and I'll have to do some sewing before I can wear them.
2. Had a bit of a wander around the V&A with my parents. One of the most interesting parts was seeing a load of statues all trussed up ready for an exhibition to be refurbished.
2. There was a sale near my work and I accidentally spent £10 on condiments. Condiments! But they're posh stuff and it was exciting because I got a free box of crackers too :D
3. Went to Norfolk for a bonfire party at Theresa and Colin's house. Then we went geocaching, which meant walking around in the mud. I was a smoky, muddy, windswept person by the time I got on the train to go home. Lots of fun though! Next time I see Theresa and Colin, they'll have a little baby. Goodness me!
4. Online Christmas present shopping ohohoho. This is a particularly fun game, which costs far too much in shipping fees.
5. Guys, I watched Life in a Day. I was worried it was going to be boring but it really wasn't. It's a fascinating fascinating glimpse of people being people the world over and I cried so hard it's embarrassing.
6. I discovered Pogo's remixes on YouTube. Go have a listen! They're very pretty. I started with this one.
So it wasn't the rapture yesterday. Well, shit. I thought we were all going to get sucked up into heaven to have a super-dance-party-fun-time with God? But then I remembered that it's only the good people who believe who get sent up to heaven. The rest of us dirty, cynical, heathen scum get to stay down here in real life. So maybe all the good folk really have gone up to heaven; I wasn't really counting. But if that is the case, then it just leaves all the more for us down here then. Until we're consumed by the burning fires of hell and brimstone and hellish brimstone that is.
ROCK ON!
In related news, I watched Holy Flying Circus yesterday. For those who've not heard of it, it's a comedic dramatisation of the furore that was sparked by the Monty Python film, The Life of Brian. Jesus, I love The Life of Brian. And, for the most part, I loved Holy Flying Circus. Some parts were a little eeh, but the self-referential in-jokes were fun and it contained a sketch about the head of BBC4 that made me laugh for about 10 minutes straight (as soon as I find a clip of that part on YouTube, I'll post a link to it for you). Confusingly, it also seems to have brought back my crazy girl-crush on Michael Palin, even though it wasn't even him on screen. What?
My verdict: not super-great, but definitely still worth watching.
Oh, look. But none of that is the point of this post. Nor is this next part:
I do love catching random parts of other people's conversations. I was going up the escalator at a tube station the other day, and I overheard this from two guys who walked past me.
Guy #1: [...] smell of piss.
Guy #2: Like piss?
Guy #1: Yeah.
WHAT. Suggestions on a postcard, guys!
No. The point of the post is this:
I have realised that living in London, with Oxford Street and all its shops, is rather dangerous. I went to New Look after work the other day to buy my Mum a cardigan for her birthday... and while I was there I thought, 'I may as well just try some things on.' AND THEN I WENT HOME AND ACCIDENTALLY DID THE SAME THING THE NEXT DAY TOO.
Have some pictures. (I apologise for the 'ahoy-thar-matey' poses. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME.)
Red cable-knit jumper and denim short-shorts from New Look.
Scarf is a present from Mariya.
Brown cable-knit dress, belt and leggings from New Look.
Necklace is a present from Mariya.
I'm sensing a trend here! Honestly, I didn't realise I'd gone solely for the cable-knit until I got home. Help. I think I may be channelling John Watson without realising it.
And finally: I went on a walk with my ex-work-mate Lisa today. We walked from Regent's Park to Parliament Hill on Hampstead Heath. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, the streets were exceedingly posh and the risotto was tasty. Good fun all-round :D