The last week has been dedicated to the pursuit of whimsy. Floral prints, light fabric, lens flare, dancing in the grass, blowing bubbles... All very standard stuff, I am sure. I ran out of bubble mixture after blowing bubbles for three hours solid out of my window. Only about ten people walked past in the whole time I was blowing bubbles, and one of them was a porter who remarked "ooh bubbles!". This pleased me, as when an elderly man can enjoy bubbles, then the world is a happy place for me.
Today I went to the Foundation Degree Show, at the Central St Martin's College of Art. It is on for another three days, if anyone is reading this, and is also in the vicinity of London. It was amazing. I felt like weeping constantly, for the entire time I was there. Why didn't I follow my dreams of doing art? WHY? My friend Eleanor Bull (link to her website) was exhibiting her work there, and that was incredible, although being the primary subject of her project, I found it quite difficult to appreciate her final piece. There was a lot of beautiful work on display, and I found myself feeling incredibly jealous of the students. I shouldn't. I am at Cambridge, living so many people's dream. I still looked at those people's illustrations and creations and felt miserable because I want to be doing those things.
Something else that struck me at the art show was how amazingly everyone dressed. I have been told before that I "dress like an art student", but I feel I need to take this more seriously, and get back into expressing myself with clothes. I swear I used to be way more creative with my outfits. Let's do this, Candy. Let's get back into the fucking SWING of things. Pull your finger out!
At the recommendation of my good friend Julia, I purchased some of Boots' traditional Cold Cream. I am looking into completely vintage-ifying my skincare regime. I am hoping, wishing and praying that the Cold Cream isn't the reason for my sudden breakout, and that it is actually something hormone/crimson wave related... One side of my face is softer and happier than ever, but the other side insists on being red and dry and spotty all at once. I wish I had Julia's complexion...
Before I stop writing this, and go back to perusing the internets, I will just add that I am planning on getting a tattoo on my foot this summer. I want a little swallow, but I just have to decide on the placement. And see if my mum will hate me forever if I get a tattoo... I don't think she will mind really, since it is so small and she never had any problems with my piercings.