I’m going to try and keep this short ‘n sweet this week, as it’s past 10pm and The Week From Hell is fast approaching (just thinking about my To Do list gives me cold sweats). So, find a few of my favourite images from the past seven days, and below that, a brief look at what I’ve been running around doing…
*Two lemons, via Le Dans La*
*Anglepoise business, via Kontor Kontor via Present & Correct*
*Printshop, via Cargo Collective via Present & Correct*
*Loose dots, via Courveture via All the Mountains*
*Spanish mountains, via Lomography via Lomography*
*Dusky, via Rumid via From Scandinavia*
*Felt baskets, via Alder & Co via Design Sponge*
*Crumbling walls, via Aura via Design Traveller*
*Wolf walls, via Ava Roth via Design Sponge*
*Tiled nest, via Alvhem via Emma’s Designblogg*
*Zebra canoe, via Carrie Schneider via Mint*
*Knitted pink, via Raww via High Snobette*
*Coloured heads, via Colored Mondays via For Like Ever via Kate Spade*
*Four views, via Skazia via Lomography*
Last Monday was a bank holiday, and while it seems an age ago, it was a pretty dreamy day of getting my hair done (cut ‘n highlights, as per forever) and then doing some mighty fine relaxin’ back at the ranch. Wednesday night, I took Petah to see Friends (the cool Brooklyn band, not reruns of the TV show) at the Scala, and considering we’d only heard the three-or-so songs they’ve released so far, the whole 45-minute set was pretty mind-blowing. Samantha Urbani must be the nicest woman in the music bizness. Definitely want to be her friend, etc etc etc.
Racking my brain, I don’t think anything else happened during the week, save for a nice long weekend “oop narth” (Berwick-upon-Tweed in Northumbria, to be exact). Jim and I tootled up there Friday morning in style (first class; thanks East Coast Railways for your tremendous half-price sales) and enjoyed running around the town’s many walls (built to keep those pesky Scots out), and even made the trip out to Lindisfarne (aka the Holy Island) for a day’s poking around the monastery ruins and castle. After a mammoth Scottish breakfast prepared by our lovely B&B hosts (I can’t wait until I retire and can tour the world’s B&Bs), we whizzed back to London town on the train again.
