Proprietar of pity

I had today off of school because the exams we've been doing over the past two weeks, for me, have finished, which is marvellous.

However to tell you the truth, I am in a very pensive, somewhat morose mood and I was so tired yesterday i actually fell asleep after school, and after faffing around after my art exam and organising dofe stuff, this resulted in me doing my paper round late and waking up this morning to a lovely answer message from the paper round company saying they've had two complaints (due to the lateness), which is oh so fantastic and i've been feeling awful all day because i hate to disappoint people but that's another story that you have no interest in.

Today I wore a broderie anglaise ensemble, believe it or not I'm wearing a top and a skirt (it looks like a dress), they just match well. The top, my mum gave me last week and the skirt I made in textiles and is made of panels of material from the 19th century or something (you see my textiles teacher tends to just give me stuff nobody else wants which is absolutely fab in my eyes) it isn't even finished and has threads hanging down but I wanted to wear it and so I did. The bag was from a car boot sale for 20p about three years ago and I was having a lengthy debate in my head as whether to buy it at the time, i was like 11 so money was scarce, he reduced it from £1.50 and I did invest, ecstatic i did in the end- it reminds me of a celtic swedish person, if they exist,- so the entire outfit came to 20p, extortionate, wouldn't you agree? My dad called me a nurse from 1902 when he saw me so I deem my outfit a success. Oh and I saw this corrugated green iron a few weeks ago in my garden and I've wanted to take pictures in front of it since so here we are.

I would have put my hair in milkmaid braids as I wore it to school like that for a couple of days about a month ago, but all of those kirby grips and hairbands stress me out to the nth degree.

I felt awkward because well I'm an awkward person and that's why I am biting my nails which is a disgusting habit that I must stop.

You can't really see but I have worn two watches since summer last year and it feels odd with one now so yes, I actually want a third because I prefer odd numbers to even but that may be pushing my watch wearing capacities to the limit.

So now I'm off to write an apology letter to the houses on my paper round, weep in the process, write and collage in my journal (yes I am one of those people) which I have neglected recently, and attempt to finish my cross stitch of a silhouette, something I've been learning to do that has led me to believe that I am now a dignified domestic goddess.

Have a wondrous weekend!

Would you care to sit with me, for a cup of English tea?

That lyric is from the song english tea incase you didn't know which is in the playlist I listen to while doing art homework (to prevent me from going COMPLETELY insane) which I have been doing for the entirety of today. Hurrah for school work!

So when I awoke from my slumber this morning and eventually stumbled out of bed, I faced the daily challenge of choosing what to wear, and this process can take anything from a few minutes to multiple hours.

Although, I found a remnant of a lace curtain in our fabric chest downstairs and hacked it into two separate pieces, one of which I am wearing as a shawl and the other as a skirt, with an emerald green velvet dress from the 1960s that I bought a year and a half ago and a rosary necklace from Ebay that has already required fixing three times. Never trust cheap jewellery children.

And alas, I did do one other thing today except the art homework, however it isn't yet finished and I will blog about that on Wednesday night! Thank You for reading!

The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one,pulling my hair

I returned from Iceland two weeks ago, and I haven't blogged since my arrival, for a few reasons; the first being I have no sense of commitment, whatsoever, and the second is that I haven't even gotten all of my pictures developed yet, and possibly, a third being that I would probably cry in the process of writing because I want to go back. Iceland is a great country and everyone should experience the eggy air, glorious geysers and sporadic rain (slight sarcasm intended).  So in the meantime I'm just going to gush to the world about flowers crowns and spring, and gingham.

So I was meant to be revising and well, I didn't really feel inclined to do so and began, armed with a glue gun and bunches upon bunches of fake flowers that I have somehow accumulated over the years and crafted two flower crowns.

IT IS FLOWER CROWN SEASON! And i hope to wear them with flowing lace dresses, carrying wicker baskets and cycling round my town minding my own petty business.

Oh, and gingham, I am adoring gingham at this present moment in time (and houndstooth/dogtooth/checkered things). My love stemmed from seeing a skirt in 'What Alice Found' in Boscombe a few weeks ago, it reminded me of Grease and how much I would have liked to have been a pink lady but that is a separate matter, and for the rest of my trip round Boscombe I was thinking about it, saying every ten minutes something related to it's beauty - but unfortunately it was too big, a size 54 (exaggeration) or something like that as all good vintage clothes obviously have to be, it's like a rule, and I'm a size 4.. so since then I've been sporadically searching Etsy for some gingham garment of some description, along with plenty of other fabulous outfit components I am longing for, including,

Saddle/Bowling shoes
Ringer T-Shirts
Mary Quant Tights
Gothic skirts
Tennis skirts
Awkward 70s platforms
Astronomical instruments
Tacky 80s gold jewellery
Witchy boots
Twin peaks style skirts
AND
Duckie style tweed trousers

If only money weren't such a hindrance but oh well.

Apologies about the ink stain on my hand, my numerous fountain pens are very precariously explosive.

 

So from this, I hope you decide for yourself to make flower headbands and other crafts as such, and that Etsy is an utter minefield for great clothes. Good day!