Blogging has unfortunately been rather nonexistent since I returned from the States on Friday, but I do have an excuse, honest.
The boyfriend and I are currently in the process of moving flats and I have been up to my neck in cardboard boxes, parcel tape and random belongings for days. We are both avoiding the bedroom at the moment, as, what with my half emptied suitcase and half-hearted attempts at packing, it looks like the wardrobe projectile vomited across the carpet, see below.
We are moving to a slightly bigger flat but I’m sick of having to fight just to retrieve an outfit from my over-stuffed wardrobe so I have volunteered to get rid of a few bits and bobs. Not only have I been forced to sell and charity shop some of my clothes, I now have to spend the afternoon going through all of my beloved fashion magazines, as I’ve promised I’ll get rid of some of ‘that junk’ before the move.
The upshot of this culling process means that I get reread half the magazines, purely so I know which ones to keep and which to chuck of course!
Hello Bristol! I’m back on (freezing cold) English soil after having spent the best part of the last 48 hours in transit. While I like the ‘rollercoaster’ aspect of airplanes (that would be taking off and landing), I’m not a massive fan of everything else in between; the food, the screaming children, the sardine-style seats…
So to take my mind off my seven hour flight (which turned into nearly ten thanks to the snow) I curled up with some fashion magazines and was delighted to find a new collection by Alice Temperley in the January issue of Marie Claire (US).
Simply entitled ‘Alice’ the collection is full of nautical stripes and military influences with a very British rock and roll edge. According to the designer, speaking to Marie Claire, the girl who would buy this collection ‘listens to The Killers, Gorillaz and The Cure – she likes to mix things up’. Apparently Temperley cites the likes of it-girls Georgia Jagger and Alice Dellal as her inspiration but I think the London feel will be something accessible to the masses, evoking a kind of year-long festival style. Love it.
Today I went to the Everglades National Park and after taking me to see some huge alligators, my lovely driver Bill took me to this crazy little town where ‘the oldest general store in the Everglades’ had been preserved just they way it was in the 50’s.
The Smallwood Store first opened its doors in 1906, serving as a place for weary travellers to stay and locals to by everything from chocolate to tobacco (a regular 7Eleven if you will), and is now a museum full of old Coke bottles, pharmaceutical packaging and animal skins.
While it was slightly disturbing to turn a corner and see a dead raccoon dangling in front of me, I loved looking through the old patterns, buttons and pieces of pristine clothing, such as the 1940s day dress, below.
Back in the day it was all about ‘make do and mend’ as popular fashion didn’t make it to the Everglades until the 1920’s
Buttons! I love the crinkled cardboard with all the old advertisements and illustrations