Friday, 27 April 2012


Pic from Garance Doré

I need hair like this, if you please.

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Nostalgia-fest: updated

This is Pebbles.

The last time we went to Cornwall, she was barely more than a puppy.*

This time around, she was 16. Her back legs are a bit wobbly, and the deaf/blind combo she's rocking has led to an endearing habit of bashing her nose gently against your knee every few minutes, just to check you're where she thinks you should be.

But she made it back to south Cornwall, even if she left the longer walks to younger dogs.

We stayed in a super cute cottage on the main street in Polruan, and we spent our days going on those long walks, eating way too much and exploring some old haunts, and our evenings drinking Cornish cider and playing rummy and board games.

Lack of internet access meant the longest enforced period away from work emails and work stress I've had in a looong time. I finished three books, took a nap pretty much every afternoon - basically it was a perfect break.

Wouldn't you want to hang out here for a while?

* Fun fact: On that last trip, I took Pebbles for a walk along the cliff path, and she disappeared. I freaked out, thinking she'd fallen over the edge. Eventually she came back, dragging something behind her. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a half-defrosted oven-ready chicken she must have stolen from someone's house. I had to throw the carcass over the cliffs to dispose of the evidence.... My innocent-looking dog is a reformed career criminal.

Monday, 23 April 2012


I didn't go to Coachella - instead, I went back to Suffolk and to Cornwall, and spent all my excess cash on pasties, cream teas and multiple potential wedding-guest dresses that remain, unworn, at the back of my wardrobe.

I harbour few regrets. Certainly none about prioritising friends and family over hanging out with scantily-clad hipsters in the desert.

But I do wish I'd seen St. Vincent in action.

It's entirely possible that I've listened to this song more times than I can count on both hands in the last few days.


Sunday, 22 April 2012

Welcome Back!

Pretty, right? I'm all about the nature.

What do you mean you’ve been right here, patiently waiting while I’ve been AWOL for the past month?

Shit. How did that happen?
For your general delectation, here’s a brief list of my recent occupations/preoccupations:

-        Raging at malfunctioning computery tecchy stuff I don’t really understand
-        Sitting up until 3.30am waiting for said computer to do its thing. Very. Slowly. In the name of work.
-        Utilising that unwonted extra time to paint my nails (gold on my fingernails, coral on my toes, since you ask)
-        Eating considerable amounts of cheese, in lump form. Because waiting for the computer to do its thing is hungry work, dontchaknow.
-        Stroking/sniffing my newest possession, aka the love of my life, aka my very fancy new camera.*

OK. That’s actually just last night - Saturday night in LA, people. It's exciting stuff.

Since last we spoke I've also hosted a visitor (my friend B, who was a most excellent house guest), paid a little visit to San Diego, briefly feared I was going to get stuck in Mexico after an unfortunate border mix-up, and spent some time back in jolly (jolly cold) England.

More details shall - eventually - follow. Unless I fall off the face of the blogosphere without warning again...

But for now.


You're welcome.
* It smells a bit like new car. Maybe that's what all expensive things smell like? I wouldn't know - this is basically the first time I've ever bought anything worth more than the change I could find down the back of the sofa...