I could be cruel and post photos of me in sunny Morocco from a long two weeks ago, while it’s currently snowing outside, and that dark temptation played on my mind for a long while.
Instead I listened to the angel on my right shoulder and have decided to share my blanket I’ve been knitting for a few years.
Imagine your face being stroked by the soft material, seeing as it can’t be by the sun.
I am not a consistent knitter. It’s for me when my fingers are jittery but I don’t want a big project. Also, tends to be when I’m in a bit of a slump and am trying to comfort myself with creative things.
This blanket is like an old friend. I’m not consistent but the blanket is.
I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.
Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.
But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.
I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well!
I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.
(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)
To start, you need to understand I am and always have been impulsive.
Not necessarily wild, I’d actually go as far to say I’m rarely wild, but more like a live wire – as I’ve been called in the past. I find routine restricting and as soon as I find I’m in a place of possibly getting ‘comfortable’ I immediately have an urge to do something out of the ordinary. To break that boring slump I can feel engulfing me.
Unfortunately other people don’t feel like this and it’s far less fun by yourself. Sure, I have dragged a load of people to supermarkets in the middle of the night, but the whole time they moaned and couldn’t see the magic in it.
It truly is magic though, that feeling of doing something that ‘you’re not meant to do’, when other people you know aren’t doing it. It’s like being in on a secret. I know something a lot of other people don’t, and for some reason that can transcend into ‘you can go shopping when you ‘should’ be in bed’.
It’s a feeling of freedom, realising that you can actually do anything.
I am very lucky though, in which I have a boyfriend who would never hold me back nor see it as ‘not normal’.
Knowing this you could probably understand why a week after coming home from Marrakesh I had an urge to see the sea and hear sea gulls.
James had finished a night shift and so slept till 2pm. By 3.30pm we were on our way to Whitsable. Over an hour drive away, with traffic.
The sun had set, it was raining and although I saw sea gulls, they weren’t screaming nor dive bombing us. Which was a shame, made me realise how although there was no plan, I must always make some plan based on my feelings – even if it’s as little as hearing a sea gull. The lack of sun and the on pour of rain didn’t disappoint in the slightest, but the most annoying of all, the sound of screeching birds, that was what I was looking forward to the most.
Also, I do a fantastic sea gull impression, which yes, I did do on the beach.
We walked along the high street, checked out all the micro pubs we know so well, and headed to the beach.
I bought my Olympus Trip camera out to play. He hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time – my local photo centre shut down so I’m not too sure where they can get developed. Once That’s worked out, I’ll share them but they’re only random shots for myself.
I picked up a stone from the beach, which I always do when I’m.. well, anywhere really. I was meant to touch the calm sea but once I got down to the front I got distracted by how tranquil it was.
It was the same magic as I said before, I knew a secret.
We went to the pub The Old Neptune, which is on the beach. It often gets flooded, which means the whole building is skewiff and uneven, much like a fun house at a fair. The wooden floor’s are like flowing waves.
You can feel queasy if you have travel sickness (or I suppose balance issues) like me. It can make you feel sick. Sea sick. But the idea that the waves just roll in sometimes and have shaped this building is very cool. And for that very reason I will go back time and time again.
We were in Whitsable for 2 and a half hours before driving to Canterbury (a city I had never visited before and intrigued me so I want to go back) to watch Black Panther at the cinema.
So that was it, my urge began to fade and I settled down again. I may document more in the future because James and I are always out and about. Thanks for reading!
Yes, it’s late.
In January I shared my adventure box idea – a gift to each couple in my family of a whole years worth of fun – and today I’m finally sharing Feb. Don’t get me wrong, during February I kept thinking ‘oh, I better do that’ and always shrugging it off because there was always more time.
WRONG! February has the least amount of time.
I knew this, I’ve lived 26 February’s, and yet here I am, on March the 12th (which if Feb had 31 days, it would still be March the 9th), finally doing it.
(I am very visual and I can’t hold a lot of information in my brain before it flies out. I need a calendar) (like, always by my side) (actually, in front of me) (glued to my eye lids, preferably)
This month comes with Valentine’s cards for them to make, candles, a print of their initials and a pancake recipe for pancake day.
I pride myself on my honesty, and I can honestly tell you I have never, ever made pancakes before. I have no bliming clue how this recipe tastes. Funny that, considering I wrote it…
So that was last month for you and I may even be wild this month and post it THIS MONTH. Let’s not hold ourselves to anything, yeah? The best way.
I had such a fun afternoon yesterday.
After a slow morning of knitting, it was a fully creative evening, like the ones I hope to do everyday but instead always choose the easier option of procrastinating, eating crap and watching YouTube.
I really needed it too. I don’t need to say how down I’ve been, the fact I’m depressed anyway and I haven’t blogged in three weeks means you can conclude it for yourself. I gift you creative control on that decision.
It started with re-potting some plants I’ve grown myself, for birthday presents, while listening to Twenty One Pilots live at Firefly festival, and watching my 4 year old brother head bang to it.
While I was re-potting one (and a disaster happened to it, but I won’t share today) I decided I may as well do all of them. I then rummaged around the house to find bowls and tins to be used as pots. It feels so much nicer to use something you already own, or find a new use for, than buying a new pot. I don’t know why that is.
I wrote tags for the ones I’m giving away, then as I was fertilising all my plants there was an orange glow radiating from all the windows and sitting about the house. I don’t believe we’ve seen a golden hour in a while.
Maybe we have but my beyond my dark blinkers I couldn’t see it.
I decided for the rest of the evening – after arm wrestling with my brother to convince him to eat his pasta – to finally upload my moon faces onto Etsy ( – From Miles – ) which, if you have never sold anything online, can be so, so tedious. The most boring part out of the whole process.
BUT, I had decided all my Moon Faces have names and back stories. And so, I had soooo much fun writing them. I was laughing out loud. It was a proper creative exercise. It reminded me of when I was 16 and I’d write short stories for my friends in similar fashion.
I’ve uploaded 7 so far, go have a look if you’re curious at my sense of humour and who these Moon Faces really are.
I hope to be back at posting almost daily – but who can ever know when mental health is riddled between every line in my brain. I have my Morocco trip to write about and in my own time I’ll get to it because I enjoy blogging about travel so much – spoiler: Marrakesh markets are mental.. pretty obvious.
Anyway, thanks for reading and here’s to more creative days!
After a trip to a £1 vintage market in Mile End, then searching for some vegan lunch in Greenwich, I am very aware I suddenly fit into a niche. I have never been part of a niche, nor sounded like ‘that person’ before.
But here. I. am.
And it was great fun.
So three of us went on a trip to get food. A real vegan human, a veggie/vegan human and a full on meat eating/banterful/but isn’t against eating vegan food human.
We bought pizzas from a place called Little Leaf Food. It was only £6 per pizza, then 50p per extra topping – which I thought was a wicked price. We also bought vegan cookies which were £2.20 each, so you know which one is better for money.
I forgot to document my pizza before eating it, because it was THAT DAMN GOOD, but I had a ‘red pizza’ which was a tomato base with cheese. Then I had sun dried tomatoes on top – YUMYUM – then pesto and chili oil. £6.50.
My friend, Rods, had the same base with onion and pepperoni. MY GOD, the pepperoni was sooo good! How do they do it?! Mine was also amazing. Nice crispy base, all deliciousness and moreish.
They do two other bases too and other than pesto being part of one, I can’t remember anything else. They all looked the bomb though. (Do people say ‘the bomb’ anymore?)
The lady and gentleman cooking the pizzas were really nice, James asked them all sorts of questions – because he enjoys talking to strangers – while I just threw in awkward remarks that I think are funny. The usual.
I will go back. Just for the pizza. (James will go back just to talk to them probably.)
Rubys of London was the vegan patisserie. Like I said, the vegan cookies were pretty pricey in my opinion. We turned up to the stall at about.. say, 2/3pm and everything had pretty much gone. So their food must be good.
(My God I just went on their website and their donuts look like heaven…)
There was some bounty cupcakes left, and three types of cookies. We bought the chocolate one and peanut butter and raspberry one.
I wasn’t too keen on the chocolate one but thought the peanut butter one was delicious! James’s opinion was exactly the opposite. It must be our personal preferences – we think the peanut butter one must have been made with coconut flour, James hates coconut, and I get bored with just chocolate.
So I really, REALLY want to try some of their other goodies. It’s just a shame I’m poor. I mean, I shouldn’t even be buying these bits – I should just be living on tinned beans and any markdowns supermarkets have on the day.
Anyway, that’s my brief and ill-educated review of my vegan goodies from Greenwich market. I recommend if you’re in the area.