onwards and upwards (i hope).

A lot has happened.

A lot and not very much at the same time.

That random boy I met a few years ago? The one I moved in with with my two closest friends? He's now one of my closest friends. And I now only live with him. And not even in London (the horror).

We made an alarmingly quick decision to FO out of London and then, for once, did what we said we were going to do. We were spurred on by insane house prices, my desperate need to grow things, general disdain for the city and increasingly undesirable living conditions.

And now we live in Oxford.

And we have a spare bedroom.

And a garden

And a cat. The cat is still to come. Who am I kidding...cats.

I'm still working with the same costume team. But now I have a desk and a named parking space and I get to learn from an amazing designer every day.

I still have a shit car though.

And I still can't do my taxes properly (I have to phone my mum every year for that)

I'm semi-adulting.

And it's nice.

there's always room for more sparkle.

because when is glitter NOT a daily essential?

I believe this comes from here?

father's day.

Happy Father's day to Father Harding.
I love him very much and I am of the firm belief he is one of the funniest people alive. And one of the best cooks. My sister talks about him in a far more amusing way than I do. She's one of the other funniest people alive.
I just post pretty pictures.

 

must try harder.

via aimeeoh

I should probably send this out to all of my friends. I tend to fall asleep in their company rather a lot at the moment.

with love.

Does anyone really care about Valentine's Day that much? Probably not. My sister prefers the practical approach. I like to use it as a day to celebrate the loves of my life, my closest friends.
Yesterday morning, I was like the best boyfriend ever. Home made blueberry pancakes, fancy juice, coffee and miniture potted Daffodils for my two nearest and dearest.

 
The evening was spent as a group of five, it was the first time we've all been single since we met. Dasilva found a little French restaurant on Dean Street, Pierre Victoire. Delicious and candle lit. So very romantic!

Alex looking gorgeous in a sparkly top and floaty skirt

Boots is always dashing.

My dress was a gift from a close friend and that BEAST of a necklace is from a stall just off Upper Street in Islington.

The highlight was being able to spend the whole day with my favourite person, Jonny.

I hope everyone's day was full of love, no matter if that love comes from a partner, friends or family. All love is good love!

random acts of awesomeness

I'm fairly positive I have a brilliant group of friends.
This was confirmed yesterday. I have been working as costume designer for a short film and I destroyed my bedroom in the process. It was so organised at the beginning but towards the end a mixture of frantic sewing, lack of sleep and a temper tantrum with a suitcase full of vintags dresses meant my room resembled that of a stereotypical teenager (there was even old plates of Chinese take-away. The plates make it more grown up than foil tubs. Because I'm an adult now. Apparently)
The last day of shooting was insane. But we finished.
Driving home I was so excited about bed but totally dredding my self inflicted doom.
But instead of Crud (whinnie the pooh reference for those in the know) the was fairy lit gloriousness.
Two of those amazing friends had not only tidied my room while I was working, but also arranged it beautifully. I was close to tears with joy and appreciation.
Still am now.