It ain't a Friday but I am sure feeling festive
on Instagram I follow a variation of accounts. Bar my friends and family I follow the life snaps of Footballers, Models, Designers; even a bunch of cool Mums. Two accounts I had stumbled on and started following were of a couple and their kids. Just typing that sounds a little creepo but with the thousands of other followers it's safe to say there is just something that resonates with many to do the same. The family in mind are of John Moore and Hannah Henderson; and their two kids. John has a design studio and Hannah has a store of curated goods called the General Store. So, I have been following their accounts a while and the reason why I'm blogging about them is that my boy man Chris was working with a filming crew from the states recently and the main DP on it happened to be the cinematographer on a piece on the family for Kinfolk Magazine.
Kinfolk is a media lifestyle phenomenon where they have content over print, digital and events; inspiring homemade, and crafty lifestyles for the hip crowd. This video sums it all up basically. Beautiful people, homes, fashion; food! It's all there. I am not going to lie and say i'm not slightly envious as it all looks pretty perfect; however I am not silly to think this is everyday reality. It's still gorge though...watch the video and tell me if the Dad skating with the long haired boy is not the cutest thing.
Why not peek the whole photo essay on the family at Kinfolk'swebsite.
"I can see the sea!", "I can smell the salt!"; "I can hear the waves!". Those were my excited soundbites when visiting Cornwall this past weekend. I have posted my trips to Cornwall on this space twice before but here we are again, round three. I was the embodiment of British optimism when it came to having a beach day. I donned one of my new Mexico bikinis, laid on the sand for a but 20 mins and as you could tell from the photos; it rained! Fail.
The following days later we went to the beach again but went for cliff walks; and fully clothed sand sitting while eating steak pasties. They are yum. We also spent some time hiking up Dartmoor hanging out with the wild ponies and trying to step over all of their poop. It was all good.
Oh Cornwall. I Love thee.
Thanks for hosting us Wifey Jo! Next up, Paris in 3 weeks! x
Life is definitely changing. We are a few weeks past the 100 day count down until the wedding and it is sinking in that 1. I am getting married, but 2. I will be leaving my family home where I have lived my entire life bar two years at University. I know I know, this isn't a big deal, I am 28 for goodness sake, this is something that should of happened earlier, but you know what; it didn't and this is still A BIG DEAL to me.
I am not even moving that far, about 8 miles according to Googlemaps so it is not as if I won't be visiting all the time. What hit me was that I will be leaving a lot of things behind; figuratively and literally. Over the weekend I was clearing out my wardrobe which is always a challenge. Previous attempts of clearing things out have left me lighter of maybe a Tesco's plastic bag worth of things that were at the extremes of me never ever wearing them again, keeping items I am indifferent about, or that may need altering but had "potential" and things I had not worn for years but were still "kinda cute". This time round I had to be ruthless, you see I am moving into a pretty small studio with the husband to be and we have to be economic with storage. Three bin bags, and a box later my wardrobe had been downsized. It was sad as I forced myself to say goodbye to the party girl me as I parted with my numerous short body con dresses. I said goodbye to my wannabe American Apparel model phase as my thighs would never fit in those high waist hot pants I had; worst of all I decided to give away my numerous wearable, but not really sell-able The Bamboo District clothes I had tried to build an empire with back in 2011. This was especially sad as it reminded me of a time when I had a real fire to design clothes that I just don't have anymore, it sucked even more as I came across all my old sketches and the things I wanted to make but didn't get round to making are items that are rife on sites like ASOS and Topshop in their recent collections.
What I didn't like when I was clearing things out were how much of a hoarder I am, and pretty wasteful too. I had bought lot's of things over the years and used initially and then left them to the side when over it. There was a whole box of old felt tip pens that I can't even remember I owned. They looked brand new BUT THEY DRIED OUT! Art pens are not cheap...I dread to think the money I have wasted.
It isn't all sadness and woefulness though. I feel quite liberated to be free of things that I actually do not need. It does not mean I have completely chucked everything out. I still have a nicely streamlined collection of sketchbooks that can be filled with my water colour pens, my favourite magazines that will still be with me in the new place, my sewing machine and fabric to make my giant cushions with and a superbly curated wardrobe that just screams me whatever I put on. I used to like to dress like different personas, like cheerleader chic, hippie girls etc but with my more limited collection I can be Natalie with a hint of cheerleader, Natalie who is semi hippie. My favourite character to play is me...and Solange Knowles!
I hope that my wasteful nature and hoarding ways do not follow me through to my marriage and my new home. I just need to keep an eye on that and pray that I won't be greedy. Though I mourn the past me, I am really excited to see what the future Wifey me will be like and what fun projects I will be involved with, and stick with. Here's to then!
This past week has been so special, and a wonderful step through memory lane too! My good friend Hetal got married this weekend; we have been friends since secondary school and still enjoy many laughs and dinners to this day. We were put in the same form class in year 7 and with two other friends formed a little group called the Awesome Foursome, haha. Fun fact, three members of said crew would of been married in 2014, if you are reading this Jigna, there's still time for you! The days leading up to the ceremony which was on the Saturday lead me to paths once frequently trodden but not visited for years; as I had to visit my friends' homes which were near our old Secondary School (Claremont Massive, what what!). It was strange walking the streets that shaped my youth. I had to go and try on Saris the Tuesday which are really tricky to put on; and then on Thursday attended the Mehndi night, where people can get awesome designs painted on their hands, eat awesome food and watch awesome dancing.
Chris accompanied me for the ceremony and reception on Saturday. He looked sooooooo handsome. His blazer and trousers were from Zara, which fantastically had a sale on. The jacket was £90 off! The ceremony was interesting to watch. We could choose to get up and have a look closer, and the Priest didn't have a microphone or anything, so people were free to chatter and wander around...we were even given ice cream at one point. The Bridal Couple looked amazing; I nearly cried when I saw Hetal coming down the aisle...I AM A SAP. Actually everyone looked great, so much colour, sparkle and coolness is involved in Indian Wedding attire.
After the first part we went home for under three hours, I fell asleep and had to rush to get ready for the Reception which was so much fun. Uncles and Aunties LOVE to dance. I didn't take many photos as my battery died, but here is one of my and my girl Jigna!
I mentioned previously that I turned 28 last month. I went out for dinner with my babe man, yummed down and drank an awesome Lychee and Chilli cocktail. Obviously I wanted to dress up but I am not really a dressy dressy person. In the end I donned a simple long sleeved floral shift dress which I picked up a few years back at a vintage shop, my hazy memory thinks it was Beyond Retro. Also, the Genesis of this dress did not look as it does now, no no no. It started life as one of those 80s mid length waisted dresses that you see in droves in vintage shops. The kind that no modern girl would see dead in but in a print that you just want so bad. I took the elasticated waistband out, and shortened it. A little snip snip, sew sew and you get your own one of a kind -to- you dress. I wore it with my pink floppy felt hat which gave it a 70s vibe, and popped all the white accents of the dress with a white manicure which surprisingly didn't look like I tippexed my nails; and some white pointy sling back shoes. Shortly after this photo was taken however the thin heel of my shoe got stuck in a pavement crack and snapped the strap! :( I threw them away after; I left them by a bin in Soho Square ornately adding to the mystery of abandoned shoes across the world, but this time you know the story of mine.
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PS. 100 days until I get married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With one of my best friends Lena who 14 years ago, who went to see Shrek and eat McDonalds with me when it was my birthday then!
I turned 28 over the weekend. It's weird as I can fully remember being younger and thinking what my life would be like at 28; let's just say that I thought I would be more "grown up" then what I currently feel. With that being said, I couldn't be more grateful at all the beautiful things I have seen, fantastic people I have met and accomplishments I have achieved. This weekend of celebrating was the most chilled I have had for a while. I took the day off to treat myself to a ManiPedi (I chose white nails which I already scuffed while rummaging through my handbag later that evening, wahhh!), caught a film with the middle sissy and was treated to an amazing dinner at Chotto Matte which is a Japanese and Peruvian fusion from the man. Plus the film I saw earlier was Chef which is basically food porn so my dinner definitely hit all the cravings I had during those two hours. The day after I decided to have brunch with friends and opt out of a house bbq which I had done the previous years, we hit up Jackson and Rye and ate a lot of eggs.
Outside Chotto Matte with my white nails, my work birthday cake and the sweetest baby Chloe.
Later that Saturday we sauntered over to the other sissy's house as her birthday is two days after mine. We enjoyed some food, rum, World Cup and Metallica rocking out at Glastonbury courtesy of BBC2. Her school friends were there and they brought their kids, who were mingling with all the big adults which made me realize how party dynamics change as you get older. Speaking of little people, I also enjoyed getting to meet my cousin's baby who is only 3 weeks old. Baby Chloe is the most gorgeous little creature I have seen, plus I was quite jealous of her as she slept all day and only woke up to eat. In my 28 years in this dog eat dog world, I wouldn't mind trading with her once in a while. :)
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