leafy.

Today I celebrated the official end to British summer time at the weekend by dressing like a tree.

But far more important than the beautiful turning colours of the trees, is the promise of a month of moustachioed men. Oh yes. It's Movember. And I love me a man with a tash.

Lovely

disco disco disco disco.

I like my trousers high waisted and skinny. I love a tucked in shirt and I find your natural shape gets lost in hipsters. Plus your arse has a habit of playing peek-a-boo no matter how hard you try to keep it under wraps. It's taken me about 6 months to even try these on but I couldn't resist the super-stretch and shimmer any longer. And a 15% off voucher landing in my email this morning meant I could resist them no longer.
I am currently awaiting the arrival of
THE AA DISCO PANT

 DISCO

Pricey. Yes. Slightly absurd. Yes.

Rather than glaming them up, I think I'll be countrying them down. Aran knit cardigan and walking boots and tweed coat.

Or maybe I'll just bleach my hair and do as god intended.

gift.

Are there many things better than very late birthday presents? These are my late present from a gorgeous friend I certainly don't see enough.
I'm a fan of plastic flowers. You don't get that sadness of realising you're a bad flower-mother when you come home and the thing has withered and died. And orange is my ultimate happy colour.
Plus chocolate with in-jokes written on it? Genius.

it's darker in the mornings.

I wake up at 5:45 every (week)day for work. Despite the fact we didn't really have a summer in this country, it is lovely to wake up at that time and the sun be above the horizon. It's not any more. There's a steely blue glow but it's certainly not daylight.
I thoroughly enjoyed the sudden surprise heatwave last week. I spent it at home, away from London, in my parent's garden surrounded by grape vines and on the beach. It was sublime and it makes me wish I had had a summer at all.
But there was a slightly icy chill in the air this morning that triggered a little thrill in me. The romantic idea of winter. Of scarves and gloves and hats and sheepskin and walking through frosty grass and real fires and hot drinks and the smell of cinnamon and cloves and of Christmas.
And now I'm excited. And these photos have got me even more in the mood.

 Flickr

Flickr

 Flickr

Flickr

Flickr

In fact, e.kristina's whole Winter photostream on Flickr gives me that little shiver of excitement.

Time to get the knitwear out.

lunch discovery.

I get hungry very frequently. Like, every two hours frequently. Today for lunch I was craving falafel. Luckily, a cafe over the road from work which I have never tried before had a falafel, hummous and harissa sandwich on the special board. I obliged. It's amazing. And they serve Illy coffee. Well worth a visit if you're around Vauxhall and need a lovely light lunch.

 Find them here.

swimsuit situation.

I have been struck by an intense need for water recently. Sparked by a dream about surfing and having moved up to London, away from the coast, I have a constant urge to be swimming. Not exactly helped by finally seeing The Inbetweeners Movie and that ariel shot of Malia and the sparkling blue ocean (I didn't think of the amount of drunk people's vomit, pee and poop in it).

So spurred on by that, I researched a swimming pool in my new area and bought a swimsuit (having left mine at my parents house). With no free time to actually shop around for one, I picked a very simple black one up in Sainsbury's when doing a lunch run. I went for my usual size and thought nothing more of it. Until I got home that night and decided to try it on. Couldn't get the thing over my arse and it was a struggle to get it that far. Who are these flat bottomed women Sainsbury's are making clothes for?! To celebrate not being a size 8 by Sainsbury's standards, I made a huge bowl of Putanesca and went browsing for a new swimsuit. I have fallen a bit for this Black Milk one.

For £58.44 and only available in XS, I'm guessing it's probably not a good idea though.

I probably wouldn't be able to get it over my arse.

new job.

I have disappeared for a while. The last film I was working on that was featured here turned out to be a total disaster. But lessons were learned and I gained some rather lovely new friends from it. But onwards and upwards.
I've now gone from Costume Designer to Costume PA. From the top to the bottom, From the smallest budget to the biggest. And I couldn't be happier. Plus, the on set catering is soooo much better. No more stone cold chicken and rice every single day for me. A barbequed pork chop at 11:30 am? Why the bloody hell not I ask you?!

Plus, the very first feature I worked on is available to pre-order on Amazon here. You should get it. It's pretty funny.