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Showing posts with label whimsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whimsy. Show all posts

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. 

Saturday, 9 April 2011

LOL heartily at my ineptitude.

You know that thing I hinted that I might do... That thing where I was going to write a blog post every day in April? Yeah, well apparently I suck at blogging. Three days later, and let's pick up where we left off.

Today, I was required to take charge of a group of approximately twenty five 30-60 year olds, and show them around the college buildings, as part of an alumni tour. They were all alumni who had gone into teaching, and I was there, because I am shortly going to embark upon my teacher training (grades permitting). It was a farcical example of role-reversal, where neither party was particularly comfortable with the role that they were being expected to fill. I took them to the new library, and they wouldn't stop talking. I kept having to tell them to shut up, despite the fact that they are teachers, and I am not even a graduate yet. One of them snorted, "You were BORN to be a teacher, weren't you?!" with that sarcastic, derisive teacher-sneer that I might even take up praying so that I can pray to avoid developing.
It wasn't all bad though. One chap commended me on my efforts at trying to control a large group of people, a woman told me that teaching is the best thing she's ever done, and another woman told me not to be afraid of wanting to teach in private girls' schools, because teaching is a service to society whomever you end up teaching. That made me feel much better about the fact that I think I'll be a much better teacher in that kind of scenario than in an inner city London school - the kind in which I will inevitably end up doing placements on my PGCE. I am desperate NOT to come across as a snobby private-school-girl who is terrified of the real world, but I definitely have doubts about my ability to stand and scream at a bunch of 14 year olds who have an active desire to not learn!

I am still unable to fully comprehend the fact that when I return to Cambridge after the vacation, it will be for the final time as a student. The last time I decorate my room, the last time I pick up my key from the Porters, the last time I have a beginning-of-term meeting with my Director of Studies... I am going to be taking my last Cambridge exams, having my last Cantabridgian summer. I am not going to lie; there have been times in Cambridge when I have been extremely depressed, and there are aspects of the Cambridge system that I find to be very flawed, but I am sure that every Cambridge student will agree with me, that the Cambridge summer just melts all of the work-related, system-related depression away, and replaces it with an idealised, fluffy version of university life. Lucky it ends in the summer then, I suppose. At least the resounding memory will be of fun, sun, and copious jugs of Pimm's.

I will attach a couple of photos from last summer, to get myself into the mood, and take the edge off of my current exam-related-rabbit-in-headlights state.This was taken on the day that we went night-punting. We hired a punt out overnight, and punted up to Grantchester, where we had a pub dinner and then froze under insufficient blankets until morning when we punted home. I was still feeling a punt-like rocking motion, four days later. Dan and Emma are in the foreground, and in the middle is Michaela.

This photo shows my friends who are in a Barbershop group, singing Fever. James (the guy standing up) is singing the words, "what a lovely way to burn", and the guys who are kneeling/crouching, are clicking their fingers in a sultry manner. They were performing at the Music Society garden party, at which I also performed, with my choir. They are always a crowd-pleaser. Strapping young lads...
And here I was, posing like a buck-toothed idiot with bingo-wings, and a battenburg. Look at me go. I had a whimsical picnic with Tilly and Dan, and we made tiny little sandwiches and everything, before gorging ourselves stupid. It was glorious.

Now to get through my exams and have an even better summer, this year!

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

The Pursuit Of Whimsy...

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.

Goodnight all.