26.4.10

you'd remember drinking horchata.





(still organising computer, found these)

25.4.10

je suis anglais

London.
Honestly.
I go for one day, come back with a cute pair of sandals and a lighter purse (plus a camera full of dinosaur bones, and an anecdote about a coach load of old women).
Thanks for not raining though, London, and for providing whole stores full of clothes to stare at, and people in boats for us to watch row by.
It was appreciated.

xx

23.4.10

we broke an amp

...you broke our hearts and we hope you didn't break your hearts because we might just do that for you.
-Rhys Webb

9.4.10

all your jokes are blue

I like the faces people pull when they eat an unexpectedly sour sweet.
I like freshly baked bread, scottish accents, and people who bother to type in full sentences.
I like unread emails, forties pin up girls, Irn Bru, and ticking off the last box on my to do list. Malibu with coke, high heels with socks, and sleeping with the radio on.
Cotton dresses, paperbag shorts, buying the Sunday paper. I like walking in bare feet, and Oscar Wilde, and 'builders' tea, and when you see two old friends meet eachother on the street... I like books, and toffee apples, the countryside, and the old leather satchels.

I like blogging, and flicking through other peoples blogs, tumblrs, lookbooks and twitters.
I like the internetzz :)

What do you like?

7.4.10

champagne in the speakers, oh





oh tumblr, with your hundreds of pictures of vintage suitcases, fairy lights, paloma faith and china cups. i have photo envy. mm :)

1.4.10

whale oil beef hooked.