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Snow Big Deal

5 Feb

So, it’s February and in England we’re finally experiencing our white Christmas. I was planning to make a first-time visit to a new tea shop near me- ‘The Emporium’- today and post all about it’s lovely tea cakey-ness (or cakeynot seeing as I have no idea what it’s like yet and it could be horrific). However, I woke up late this morning to a number of messages from friends, all spouting a similar line to: 

Girl, there’s some freaky, snowy shit outside- I ain’ts going for no tea, you crazy!”

Wow, I honestly don’t know how or why I always turn my friends ghetto when I quote them… Apologies. Anyway, you get  the idea. So unfortunately there’s no tea and cake review today; however, I did take a trip with my Doberman up to the nearby wood, and have some photos which I hope will make do until my next proper post. Let the snowy tomfoolery unfold… (I don’t know why I said that. There’s no actual ‘tomfoolery’- I was just walking my dog and battling against slipping through the sludge in an extremely unflattering manner.)

Now for the fashion side of things…

Fuzzy Russian-style hats such as this are a real statement, and have been very popular this winter. Not mention they really are fantastic protection from the weather (please take note- it’s faux fur)! This Cossack hat is from ASOS, £15.

I love Hunter wellies in general, but these… I can’t even put it into words. I mean, come on- they even came with matching socks! I actually got these fairly recently in the January sales as a belated Christmas present. Other socks are available…

 

And finally…

As previously mentioned, I’ve finally decided to create a Twitter account. It was all going so well; however, the strangest and most soul-destroying thing was automatically receiving 3 followers after activating the account, thinking ‘Wow, this is awesome and so am I!’, and then realising they were all porn spammers. Oh yep, this just screams ‘Welcome to twitter’

Anyway, if you’re at all interested please follow me on twitter at @bakeandboutique. I promise to be all sorts of humorous and follow-worthy and such. Expect lots of random baking/style/life tweets… This is turning into such a shameless beg. Ah, who cares, I really have no shame.

Happy blogging!

Hay There!

5 Sep

So I took a long-needed trip to the embankment with a friend today… Strolling along the sunny Southbank pavements, exploring the quirky beach huts and wandering through various exhibits, transformed me into a hugely excited tourist in my own hometown! To put things plainly: I love London.

Visiting the National Theatre was particularly inspiring; not just because I love a good play (well, I do…) but because of its lovely, petite bookshop! Selling every kind of dramatic literature: plays, monologues, classics, Shakespeare’s sonnets, even a How-To for acting and directing- you name it. It was enchanting.

“So what? It sounds no different to any other average bookshop…” I hear you cry!

Well, yeah that’s true. Except this is the National Theatre daaarling, so they don’t sell any old rubbish, do they now? What-ho! As I said, it’s strictly drama-related stuff, so no Steffo Meyer or JK Whatsit. Can I get away with another ‘daaarling!’ on the end of that sentence? No…? Suit yourselves.

Anyway, I spotted these amongst the incredibly bourgeoisie selection of books in the shop. Leuchtturm notebooks. Officially my 2nd favourite brand of notebooks ever, the 1st being Moleskine notebooks. And might I add that between the two of them there’s practically no difference- you may as well just call them identical. Just saying…   

I have a small, secret-sized Moleskine one (my size choice partly based on the brand’s pretty expensive prices), in which I write down all my writing and blog ideas, and have started making an account of the incredibley strange dreams I have… Ever known what it’s like to have Simon Cowell buy you a dress; or met a young Alan Alda on an old London tram to discuss losing your shoes and finding Kerry Katona’s phone? No? Welcome to my world!

Finally, upon heading out of the National Theatre and exploring a little more around Southbank, I discovered this little big guy!

Doesn’t he look sad? It’s probably because he’s made of hay and his silly designers have given him droopy eyes and a helpless expression! Poor guy.

Anyway, if you’re a Londoner like me and don’t appreciate your hometown as much as you should, or if you just fancy a nice day out; get down here and check it all out- there’s so much to see. Come on, how could you refuse the London Eye! Happy blogging all!

The Rain of Summer

17 Jul

Sitting alone at a bus stop in the pouring rain. That’s how I spent half an hour of the (expected to be) sunny summer’s day yesterday. Oh yeah it was fun, with only my phone and a bottle of Lipton’s Mango Ice Tea for company. You know those desperate moments when you’re supposed to be meeting someone but they’re late, and you’re just left trying to ‘style it out’ like you’re meant to be mooching around alone in a public place, looking like a weirdo? Yep, me too. Things became especially awkward when buses would pull up expecting me to hop on, and I ended up having to avoid the odd looks from bus drivers when they realised that I really was just hanging around at the stop for no apparent reason. The situation was even made slightly worse when different buses would pull up at the stop, and other people waiting for their buses eyed me suspiciously, wondering why I wasn’t getting on ANY of them…

But hey, after an agonising 25 minute wait I was able to walk away from the bus stop upon the final arrival of my traffic-afflicted friend, regaining my dignity! Nah, it wasn’t really that bad. I mean, yes. Yes it was bad, but I guess I’ve now experienced character building at it’s finest? Or do I mean humiliation at it’s finest? Never mind, it’s something I can keep telling myself every time the accusing eyes of  the disapproving passengers from the passing buses pop into my head.

It’s cool. I know people at the bus stop now. Me and the old man begging for money are tight.