conversations with the 'ultimate style jury'...

a week at home for the christmas festivities meant a week of backhanded compliments, misguided advice, plain old misunderstanding and mostly me feeling foolish. cue lots of sighing and patient smiles from all parties; a week with the 'ultimate style jury', the parents...

christmas eve, mums house, in response to denim jacket layered under my leather biker jacket combo:

mother: where's your winter coat?

daughter: i didn't bring it

mother: why not?

daughter: it's too heavy to carry

mother: why didn't you wear the coat?
daughter: i didn't want to be all hot and bothered on the train down

mother: well there's no chance of that now, silly girl.

christmas day, dads house, in response to my (gorgeous) tan leather huge wedge loafers:

dad: you look like a giant

daughter: hardly, i'm just normal height

dad: well, your making me nervous, take them off

daughter: but they make my legs look nice and this outfit looks rubbish with out them

dad: your clomping about like a retard, take them off

boxing day, seafront walk, in response to my chunky knit over sized cardigan and my fave charity shop find. 

dad: what's that horse blanket?

daughter: what horse blanket?!

dad: that, (points at cardigan) that horse blanket you're wearing

boxing day evening, at mums, filling me with confidence as always, whilst getting ready to go for drinks in town:
daughter: do you think 23 is too old for knee high socks?

mother: not really, anyway you hardly look 23 do you

daughter: well what do you think about these tights with holes and ladders in
mother: that's NEVER EVER okay darling

daughter: well what do you think of the jumper? (camel chunky knit slightly cropped jumper)

mother: its a bit 80's isn't it

30th december, mums house, packing case and getting things together for the return to London home:

daughter: i hate traveling back to london after christmas, i always look like such a bag lady

mother: you've always been a bit of a bag lady though haven't you darling

daughter: no, i like hand bags mum, that's different

mostly fun.

2010 was a lot of things.  new manor.  new job.  pals all new.  old love and new loves.   old heartbreak and new heartbreak.  and it was the start of the club night i always wanted to try.  it was partying pretty much every night in May with Elouise.  lots of drinking cherry cider in London Fields.  planning our party and starting a riot with Alice.  it was the start of things.  it seemed mostly fine. 
and it was mostly fun.

it was also double mega lols. actual.

guilty. guilty.

its terrible but i find myself randomly singing this on a daily basis. i have no idea why. there's absolutely no logical reasoning for it.

I will add that it was once a staple 'anthem' on a mix tape my mother bear recorded for me when i was a small person compiled of terrible songs probably recorded straight off the radio and entitled something naff like 'rachel's party mega mix'.

anyway it is pretty bad and pretty good at all once. i am aware that doesn't make it okay.

if you didn't come. you should have.

last night was this. and it was pretty rad. thanks to everyone who came down. especially to the bands. who actually all turned up this time.  there were also lots of cute boys there. some in bands. some not. either way i am not complaining.
the absoloute babes, scrap that, the ridiculously pretty Novella kicked off the show.  followed by my absolute favorites Chapter Sweetheart (who were quote "the stand out band of the evening" un quote thank you Hal).  with Rayographs playing there dreamy girl agg next. (which i sadly missed because i was covering the door but could hear the faint din of Yellow Hair my favourite track from them through the wall so seems fine).  And then Applicants, best listened to with a pinch of salt headlined the show.  their charisma and pretty funny but pretty loaded skits of songs (TESCO. METRO. DISCO definitely a personal high light) was perfect Sunday fun.  then Alice and I played some party tunes at the end of the night to keep everyone dancing for a bit. we didn't crack out this bad boy tune this time either. shame. but there's always our next party.