Duh duh duhhh.. popcorn dreams

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Today's been the first chance I've had to get back into the kitchen and have the opportunity to rustle up anything, so upon returning to realm of the Aga I decided to made a vat of heavenly Spiced Caramel Popcorn courtesy of Smitten Kitten after purchasing another typically misleading product (PURPLE corn kernels! Now, I don't know about you, but in my book, purple kernels would create crazy purple popcorn. Sadly this is not the case. Another false advertising misdemeanor to sit alongside the jars of unused Vanilla pods and healthy, no-sugar, hippy peanut butter. Which is just ridiculous.)

Upon the pantry raid, I chose to make a few choice additions, including smoked Paprika instead of the Cayenne, just a tiny preference, I dig that 'Walkers Prawn Cocktail' flavor even on my corn, man! And also one cup of muscovado dark sugar within the three of white, just to deepen the whole affair. Turned out pretty damn good, and shall be devoured as a canapé on Saturday.

Makes a couple of big jugs, always a rare thing to have round our house.

Having a bit of a Havisham moment

Behind the scenes footage of a shoot I've just completed at Tissington Hall.
I was Eton Mess for a day, heavy on the meringue.
The end look was Dynasty/Goldigger/rodger in the Library, pretty hilarious when Lord and Lady Tissington arrive escorting guests through the house, and you're straddling a copy of 'The Pilgrims Progress'.

Cornwall

Just returned from an internship at Matthew Williamson head office in Mayfair, back again in September for Fashion Week. Busting my guts and constant sacrifice this entire year is finally paying off!

Roman Holiday

I'll apologise in advance to those mislead by the title of this post.

The pictures to follow were not taken on holiday in Rome. 

"TRAITOR!", I hear the hoards of visually ravenous youngsters of the blogging persuasion! "I shall avert my attention elsewhere! Blasted ye misguided scribe of Satan!"

(I occasionally like to pretend the odd person reads my incessant ramblings, yet is offended by a title of a post, a misspelling, a crappy picture or some other oddity and chooses not to accept my kindred friendship on blind principle. Don't worry, I'm seeing a Therapist.)

If you are a British Citizen of sorts and are accustomed to the UTTERLY HORRENDOUS weather, then, like I, you will have been enthralled to endure smashing temperatures tickling the 30's over the previous weekend.

The famous five (minus one) made the four hour journey to Sidmouth in the deep and dirty South of England, for a weekend of Birthday toasts and frolics in the water. 

Looking back on these photographs, I seriously felt a pang of pride for our scabby country. If it can knock-out one of these killer weekends once in a while, I would maybe be a little less negative, pessimistic and whiny. No promises, mind.

Plus I got another excuse to make a cake (WEEYYY, serious in-joke. I like to make cakes. Seeing a Therapist for this too.) but it was a bloody STUNNAH of a cake. Hummingbird Bakery Brooklyn Blackout cake for those also of a pastry persuasion.

So yes, no Roman Holiday, but a few disturbing pictures of a British seaside masquerading as a quaint village on the coast of ___* (*insert completely exotic foreign lands of untold pleasures.) 

Vintage 50's dress from Cow in Nottingham, my current haunt for the ultimate £3 dress. All Saints sunglasses. Topshop kittens.

Grumpy generic Sunday morning face, with the daily rags and the odd grumble about Cheryl Cole polluting my paper.

Zara shirt, Topshop shorts and shoes.

I give my camera to my brother and this is what I get. A photographic prodigy? Evidence for sectioning, perhaps?

Ennui, a birthday and a scabby wedding.

50

Cake that I spent a weary weekend locked in the utility room attempting to ice.

Lovely Lisa

Troublesome. 

My heart broke handing back this dress. A dress without a train is a sorry, sorry sight.

Spring bride!! Hah, this freaked my dad out to the max.

I had the incredible opportunity to galavant in the most divine vintage dresses for a show and shoot. We spent a bizarre afternoon contemplating marriage, lusting after silk Kimonos and playing 20's dress up.