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Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Why do we think sunsets are pretty?

Brighton Skyline

Last Saturday, I took my husband to visit one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I've watched the sun set in so many different countries all around the world, and even so many places in Great Britain, and I am moved by every sunset I see - perhaps I am sentimental, but I can't think of a sunset that I find so profoundly sublime as the one you can see from Brighton beach.

We walked two and a half miles along the promenade, alongside the crashing waves and the salt-tumbled pebbles, as the sun dipped lower and lower in the sky, before sinking down just far enough to touch the horizon. We watched its final descent below the surface from a bench in front of a neat little row of beach huts which were bathed in the amber glow reflecting from the clouds as the sun descended.

This year has been one of the hardest so far - nothing has been certain, we've had to leave our home, and it has been deeply unsettling not to know what the immediate future holds, even though we do have each other. Looking at a sunset and letting one of the planet's most every day (literally) occurrences overwhelm me was more soothing than I could have ever expected. The sun sets every single day. It is beautiful. Every single day.

What does the sunset look like where you live? And why do you think humans seem to all agree universally that a sunset is pretty?

Sunlight dog
beach silhouettes
Sunset beach huts brighton
Sunset paradise UK

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Minty Sailor

Donc Alors...

A couple of weeks back, Dan and I went to Arigato, a Japanese supermarket near Picadilly Circus, to pick up some supplies. We get most of our Japanese ingredients there, and almost always overspend! Recently, we'd seen okonomiyaki on the youtube channel Cooking With Dog and Dan decided that he HAD to make it. At times like these, a trip to Arigato is always mandatory.

On our way home, Dan took some photos of me because the light was nice.

I had been dreaming of minty teal tights for a long while, and finally bought some for my friend Sharon's wedding. They are from H and M, and are slightly too minty for my liking, but they go with the outfit quite well, je pense!

I had my baritone ukulele with me, because I'd been to a rehearsal with Robin Grey, who teaches me the ukulele, when we aren't rehearsing.
This was Dan's finished okonomiyaki. He even prepared the octopus from scratch. It was extremely tasty, and very filling. That one wasn't very big, but we still couldn't finish it! The best way I can describe it is as a sort of Japanese Spanish Omelette/Tortilla... Ours had octopus, bacon, spring onions, and other joyous things, but the joy of okonomiyaki is that you can include almost anything! See also, our Korean food adventure to Seoul Bakery in Central London.

Jumper: Traditional Breton Clothing shop in Vannes
Skirt: Home-made, fabric from FabricLand in Brighton
Tights: H&M in Cambridge
Shoes: Dr. Martens. 

Monday, 10 March 2008

Melancholy

I haven't had the best weekend, to be honest. On Saturday I was meant to be getting my contact lenses, but the Optician had only ordered one eye, so I have to go back next week. I am especially gutted because I am in a charity fashion show on Wednesday, and I am not only the shortest in my group, but I am also the only one in the whole show who wears glasses. I am choreographing one of the Labels, Reiss with my friend Hannah, who is gorgeously tall, skinny, and quirky looking. So I am feeling a little under par there.

Then on Sunday I had an Oboe nightmare. I don't really want to go into it. it was just horrible and degrading.

For some reason, I have this abition to conquer the internet, one site at a time. I have created a youtube account, and I have myspace and facebook. I hate bebo, and I want to delete my bebo account.

I think it has something to do with my fear of being forgotten. I guess I sort of want to be famous. But not in an 'it-girl' sort of way. In an ideal world I would love to be a comedian. But I hate the way that all women who are comedians have to put up with the 'female comedienne' label. why can't you just be a comedian who happens to be a woman? why does it have to be such a big deal that you are a woman comedian? you never get "ooohhhh gosh, it is a male comedian!", do you? So I would love to be a comedienne, amongst other things. At some point, when I have a bit more time, I shall make a list of all of my ambitions. When I am feelinga bit more positive about myeslf, and my ability to achieve them!

I found an excellent blog the other day. But i can't rememeber the URL. I am gutted!!!