+ My favourite thing about being me is that when I reconnect with someone I haven't seen for a while, the first thing they ask is 'got anymore cats yet?'
+ My least favourite thing about being me is that champagne makes me share my life story with anyone that asks for it. Last night it was my work friend, and today my head is full of tales of 'when I was 5 I wrote a boy a love letter and he ripped it up in front of me', and 'cor, I really quite fancy Ron Weasley and Jude Law' *cue manic laughter from the work friend.* +My favourite things from Pinterest lately (pictured)
I know I usually bang on about Sundance Film Festival, but I thought I'd give that a rest this week in order to ogle everything Cannes. The dresses, the movies, the people, THE DRESSES. Oh I wish I was there.
Some more honourable mentions: I found a house (OK, it's a castle) on Rightmove the other day that comes with its very own human skeleton - finally a home that meets my requirements! Being asked by my boss to explain why we were laughing at him every time he said 'pearl necklace' might be the best thing that happens all year. My blog got a makeover. Aaaaaaand, I wrote and scheduled this at 11pm last night, so there's a good chance I'm repeatedly hitting snooze as you read it.
Happy Wednesday one and all, not long until the weekend.
"Paper is said to have a memory, the creases, wrinkles and folds hold words unspoken or forgotten. In 'who knows where the time goes' the absence of the dancer gives the paper the power to evoke physical and emotional memories." - Susan Cutts
On Saturday - whilst suffering from a pretty major Gatsby (which was COMPLETELY PERFECT, by the way) hangover - we took a walk to a local art gallery, and this is what we found. Three rooms of models made of paper that had me ooohing and aaahing and had Luke laughing at some artsy wannabe that was acting as though everything in the room had been created by pixie dust. ("Isn't it amazing that this was made from one piece of paper? Look at how intricate the details are. It's bedazzling. I have no idea how it was done" - stranger to stranger. "Well clearly this was done using two pieces of paper, you can see the glue" - Luke to me)
This piece - a floating ballerina that was tucked into an alcove between rooms - was my favourite. Followed closely by this piece. Luke's favourite was a gun made entirely of dollar bills. Enough said really.
If you're in the area and want to visit this exhibition all info can be found over on the Lakeside Art Centre website.
Me: What did you mean by 'good friend thing?' Nikki: I meant google friend connect. I did e-mail you back straight away to say google Me: You e-mailed me saying 'google lol'... so I googled 'lol' Nikki: And this is why I hang out with you.
Sometimes the days just go on too long and I get a little confused. But in my defence google does do some crazy stuff sometimes, I just assumed this was another of those 'do a barrel roll' moments.
How disappointing.
{We were eating this cheese at the time - mmm, old smokey}
Three posts, three mentions of celebrities (1,2, and this one). My bad. It's just been that kind of week, and when I saw this Kate Bosworth/Topshop collab I felt it was my duty to share. I've never made it a secret that I'm an advert/movie/any kind of story nerd, so this kind of advertising really appeals to me - and while I can't decide if I really love the advert itself I think the concept of the whole thing is brilliant. Subtle, pretty, soothing. Though of course as a writer by trade I do miss the words. Obviously. Words words words.
Fun fact: Did you know I wanted to work in festivals (Coachella is a festival, if you didn't understand the connection) as a teen? No? Well, now you do. I even worked at a couple in the artist liaison area. Much more boring than it sounds. Trust me. (And my god the egos on some of those people!)
Some more honourable mentions: this Dove advert sparked controversy, but I love it and I don't care who knows it. This 'Windows of New York' project is all kinds of awesome, especially for someone like me who often takes note of all the different houses and thinks 'I wonder what they're up to in there?' I still can't believe Match.com didn't make any more of these adverts. THIS IS OUT TODAY AND I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE IT THIS WEEKEND. And, just for kicks, here are some cuties to coo at while you wind down for the day.
Back with a post that doesn't involve celeb-re-teeees soon, I promise.
(And now, I drink tea. After work tea dates for the win!)
We watched this movie tonight. It's one I've been debating seeing for a while now, but have so far avoided because I'm not overly comfortable with stories about cancer. I lost my Dad to it when I was pretty young and am not so great at dealing with anything to do with it, at all. It's kind of a sticking your fingers in your ears mentality that has worked to keep me sane all these years, and although I accidentally watched My Sister's Keeper last year (that film was totally marketed to be about something different to what it was actually about) I've by and large managed my avoidance so far. For the record, this is why I will not be reading A Fault In Our Stars.
As it is I finally caved about this particular movie when a friend from work assured me that it focusses on 'the funny side of cancer' - a phrase that came out wrong but that I can kind of agree with having now seen it. There are scenes that made me laugh hysterically - the hash cakes followed by laughing at a kid's drawing being one of them - there were scenes so close to home that they made me uncomfortable, and there were scenes that broke my heart. Mostly that last one.
There's not really much I can say except that this is a film you have to experience for yourself. It really is a work of art in its portrayal of the ups and downs of suffering from cancer, and is beautifully executed. I really enjoyed watching it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go cry with my cats.
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