Pretty In Pink

A rather awkward couple of pics of me in my room. I love this dress, I bought it for about £5 off Spitalfields market but it seems to have lasted me quite long. It's really pretty and has pockets on the sides for putting whatever you wish in. The only thing is it's very short, especially because I'm quite tall so it tends to blow up a bit on windy days and show more than you want to.

Also, this is what the sky looked like today when I staggered home at five in the morning. It was really beautiful and it was turning everything all pink and pretty, though it was freezing cold. I had to get a snap of it from my window before I went to bed. It's odd to think the sky must look this amazing quite a lot but we always miss it because we sleep through it. Unless you're a drunken disgrace like me. I just wanted to share it with everyone although the photo doesn't really do it justice.

Vintage Sewing Patterns

I have hundreds of vintage sewing patterns. I don't even sew, I just like the pictures on the front because I find them all cute and quirky and like they're from another time, especially the children's ones. Anyway, I decided this was ridiculous as they are just using up space under my bed, so I've started selling them on ebay right here.

Bouncy Bouncy

I have a trampoline in my garden for the small children, but whenever my friends come over they all insist on going on it. Admittedly, it's really fun and stupid. There's an episode of The Mighty Boosh (for those of you who don't know, it's a surrealist British comedy show), where they have a bouncy castle and they sing this song that's really quite brilliant. It's like 'Bouncy bouncy, ooh such a good time. Bouncy bouncy, shoes all in a line. Bouncy bouncy, everybody somersault somersault summertime everybody sing along..'


In fact, here's a link because I don't do it justice.

It's very english...

We left my grandparents house today. I'm happy to be back in London; although the countryside is unbelievably pretty, I don't really feel comfortable being there for too long. I can't describe why but the quietness makes me feel sad.
Here's one last country picture that I took in the garden. I look better when I don't smile.

everything reminds me of you

Here where I am staying is very beautiful and very peaceful. It makes me feel so creative. A stream runs through the garden and there are two little bridges where I just like to sit and think. I have a tripod now so I can do pictures with me in them, which I attempted this morning and I took dozens of pictures but ended up deleting all but five of them because I just don't like the look of myself at all.
I miss him already. I didn't think it would be this much, which scares me because I know it's going to hurt when he leaves for good. I don't know if I want this.

Secret Garden

I sneakily took these in the garden of one of my friends in the village. She was one of the last debutantes; meaning she went to finishing school and was then presented to the Queen. She married a rich commanding soldier who was eventually killed, but not until after he had built her this huge magnificent house. The garden is amazing, its full of little secret passages and places that are quietly hidden away. She didn't know I was taking photos which was kind of exciting and made me feel like a spy.

Ghosts

My dad has given me his old Canon digital SLR which is beyond great because it gives me the chance to post more regularly and it gives me the opportunity to experiment with new types of photography. However, I've got to say I'm already uninspired by the digital side of things. I just don't get the same rush I do when I snap something with an analogue. Being able to see the photo straight away and delete it straight away stops the picture being precious. Everything seems disposable and there's no spontaneity, no surprise at the way things turn out. There's always a focus on making things perfect. For me, it takes away everything I love about photography.
Anyway, enough moaning about something that is really quite wonderful. I'm now staying at my grandparents' cottage in Dorset, which is impossibly beautiful but today was grey so I couldn't really do a proper shoot. I took some pictures of my brother and sister swimming which turned out all ghostly and ethereal, which I loved. They are quite sinister, especially because you can't see their faces.