This weekend - I had the pleasure of taking my daddy, #1 and his gal to the best show EVER!*
To summarise; the show recounts the events of an evening where Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis met at a studio where they had their musical roots and jammed together.
The show was extremely entertaining, moving, exciting, and generally hand-clapping-foot-stompingly good!
The best bit?
Getting to see the smile on my dad's face before, during and after the show. He is Elvis MAD! (And Johnny Cash mad for that matter... too, too sweet!)
x
*Okay, it may not be the best show EVER... But it was on the 23rd of September 2011 as it was the one I was watching ;-)
On the subject of Art - I have the pleasure of announcing that I have stumbled upon Peter Blake...
What you can't really see in these images is his use of "diamond dust" - a kind of super-glitter! It's cool and it sparkles - my kinda art really!!!
Must. Own. Some.
While walking in Chiswick the other day - I came across these:
Imagine - a whole book written on one page!!! (Well, a really large page...) Check out http://www.spinelessclassics.com/ for more details. Mah-vellous!
Well - it looks like my plans of staying in bed reading and/or eating chocolate all weekend have been foiled by #1's marvellous girlfriend who is dragging me with them to Greenwich market tomorrow.
The weather forecast is looking bright and cheery - so it looks like the perfect day to go and explore! The market is famed for many of the vintage and collectable items. For a sneak peak at the trader's wares visit http://www.greenwich-market.co.uk/
I love the "look" of vintage/retro clothing and jewellery; but when it comes down to it, it's basically secondhand, innit?? It brings up a whole lot of ethical questions, like:
If someone didn't like it enough to keep it; should you really like it?
Alternatively; is secondhand a.k.a vintage/retro stuff a bit like "blood diamonds" in the sense that someone had to die (sometimes in their sleep!!!!) so that you could own it?
Hmmmmmm...
You know I'm kidding right ;-) Right?
I recently celebrated my 30th birthday. I made it this far despite my training which is an achievement in itself, really.
Another achievement is one that my parents have made. That is; creating my wonderful, lovely, amazing, generous, thoughtful brother - who made my birthday weekend SO special!
He took me for a hopefully-not-a-once-in-a-lifetime-experience to the Landmark Hotel for Afternoon Tea in the Winter Garden restaurant.
The above is a picture of the view I enjoyed from my comfortable armchair seat. Luckily; Ian suggested I wear a dress, so I didn't clash with the luxury of my surroundings too much! (Emerald Green linen wrap dress from Sisley - baby!)
Ian and I decided to try a different Afternoon Tea (most people shared one... *cough*). As you can see from the menu's below - they both look impossible to choose between!
It will surprise one and all to know that I chose the Summer Afternoon Tea (with a glass of Rose`) and not the Chocolate one, but the idea of Pimms jelly intrigued me!
BUT - the most amazing discovery of the day was that of Lapsong Souchong tea... Their selection to tea's below didn't warrant a glance for this coffee addict as I ordered an Americano. BIG MISTAKE!!! I sipped some of Ian's Lapsong and fell immediately in love with the subtle, smokey, whisky-like aroma and the pleasant aromatic taste. Lesson learned: Always listen to your big brother (unless you don't want to...)
My weekend was filled with lots of other treat's and surprises - and I was grateful to everyone who was able to join me in celebrating my big day. I look forward, however, to sipping bubbly with my pals and gals in December for round two.
I miss you all too, too much.
Love,
xx
...when things make sense.
Like putting chocolate in the well-being section of the supermarket. Well done Sainsbury's.
On my way home from my brother's house a couple of nights ago - I saw two shapes in the distance. By the time I took this blurry photo, one of the shapes had already darted around the corner...
"Jirre!!" I exclaimed, still unable to shake the verbal exclamations from my time spent in the colonies, "those cats have pretty huge tails!"
It turns out, that they were not cats, but as the title of this entry suggests - FOXES! Running around, in the middle of suburban London.
Pretty cool; it's not everyday that one see's vintage 1940's glamour in it's live form...
heh heh
