Sunday, 23 August 2015

A perfect (lazy) Sunday...

Sundays have always been sofa days. However, these days, a lazy Sunday rarely entails myself (and a couple of friends) listlessly lying around, getting emotional at a rubbish film and feasting on any kind of vitamin C whilst waiting for a hangover to pass. These days my favourite kind of Sundays begin feeling fresh, without any pre-made plans and usually involving a lot of good food. A full, free day to fill with impromptu activities that restores the mind with contentment, and overrides any of that 'end of the weekend' blues. Last Sunday was an example of one of those days.
Something weird has happened over the past year. I've turned into an early-riser. I think it has something to do with having sky-lights in my bedroom, and getting more in-tune with the moon and stars. That sounds horrifically hippy-ish, but regardless, some kind of witchcraft occurred, and thankfully the only side-effect appears to be that I wake up at exactly 7am everyday of the week, including weekends, where I'll gladly go back to sleep for another hour or so, before rousing somewhere around 9am. The day officially starts with caffeine, always , and at the weekend,  I'll usually indulge in one of these Whittard Black Leaf teas, that my friend Carla kindly surprised me with for Christmas. They taste amazing, and the tins are ridiculously cute.
I used to struggle in the mornings as I never felt quite ready for breakfast, but recently I've been making an effort to either grab some fruity muesli or porridge. This blueberry, passionfruit porridge with a swirl of honey has been the star of this week.
We've only just discovered that we have THIS PLACE on our doorstep and it is probably my most exciting discovery of the month to date. It reminded me of the excitement I felt walking through the doors of Whole Foods in America last year. We managed to restrain ourselves somewhat, keeping our baskets limited to some freshly squeezed OJ and fruit and veg for the week. I even left the pistachio ice-cream there, which I am mildly regretting.
On the way back, I dropped off the shopping (and a James) and headed out for another little cycle as it was such a beautiful morning and exercise makes you feel great and all that. After moving to a new town last year, cycling has been without a doubt, the best way to explore. Deciding to head out without readily knowing where I'm going, and stumbling across new little gems has been super. Which is just as well, as I haven't been able to get my car back from James since passing his test.
Afternoon rolls round and James will usually be making some noise in the studio, so I'll use the opportunity to retreat to my little space (which has just had an incredible writing bureau upgrade this week, eee), to write, draw and organise my life (Virgo, obvs).
We have got weelllll into Sunday roast-making lately. It all started after making Christmas dinner for both of our parents. SO good and definitely the most instrumental part of a perfect, Sunday.
Finishing with a candlelit bath with a and I'm smiling through to Monday... hope you all have a lovely one, friends.

Much love,
L x


Sunday, 16 August 2015

Style // Mustard Suede + Denim

Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you've all had a lovely old time so far? This has been one of my favourite kind of weekends; making lots of yummy homemade food (I tried out Deliciously Ella's Roots Kale Sushi Rolls, which were incredible), BBQ-ing with buds, bike rides and visits to the park. Perhaps, the most exciting development of the weekend was that as of Friday, I am pleased to say that I have acquired my very own chauffeur! Don't worry, I'm not getting all Mariah on you, but the boy has passed his driving test (better late than never!) wahay! We're now sharing my darling little Betsy Bug Beetle, which means I'm taking a temporary hiatus as Chief driver... at least until J gets all his JUST PASSED AND I WANT TO DRIVE ALL THE TIME enthusiasm out of his system ;) I'm super proud of him for nailing it first time after only twenty lessons... jammy git. 
We're now halfway through August and I loathe to say it but is it just or has anyone else noticed the teeniest hint of Autumn beginning to creep it's way in? The sun's still making a daily appearance, so for the time being I'm persevering with the sandals (which only came out last week) and adding an accent of colour in my daily ensembles, (this mustard suede jacket by misguided is forever on my back at the moment) but there's an acute chill to the air that already has me grabbing for my chunky knits in the evening.
I have been on a hunt for the perfect pair of 'mom' jeans for so, so long. After a decade of loyalty to the super-skinny jean silhouette, I can now say that I'm 95% over it. I was just about to write that it does come with a little bit of sadness (mirroring the demise of my youthful indie-days) but in fact, I don't think I've committed to ANYTHING, sartorially or otherwise, for that ridiculous length of time, so in fact, skinnies, you've well and truly had your day. That said, it's taken me a long time to get round to purchasing a new denim silhouette. I've fell so in love with the beautiful, tailored cigarette pant over the the past couple of years, that matching that fit in denim was proving to be a little bit difficult, but I'm really happy with my first pair of Monki 'Kimono' jeans, that I picked up last week. And guess what... the denim is actually denim, and not that suspect, stretchy jegging-constuction that seems to have replaced my previous favourite high-street shapes over the past couple of years. For the time being at least, Monki's offering seems to be the one.

(jeans: monki, jacket: misguided, sandals, asos)


Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Travel // California (San Fran, LA + San Diego)

 Last April, in the middle of his eight week stint across the States, Australia and Japan, James managed to twist my arm (not that it needed that much of a twist) and booked a (seriously) last-minute plane seat to get my bum across the pond to California! Finding out my flight details two days prior to boarding was the ultimate test for my anxious 'like-to-know-what's-going-on' mind, but in retrospect, it's reassuring to know that I don't need months of planning and prior-knowledge to travel across the globe.  Somehow, I managed to abate the jet lag just enough to keep up with the whirlwind which was travelling with the band, on a tour bus, down the West Coast. 5 cities in 6 days... here's a few of my favourite snapshots from the first few days...
First stop was the Roxy, LA. Whilst the boy's hectic schedule did mean that there was less time to really explore each City, having the bus parked right outside the venue on Sunset Strip each ensured we were situated in the best spot to check out LA's legendary hangouts, including the Rainbow Club, Whiskey A Go Go, and The Viper Room, the famous Johnny Depp nightclub where River Phoenix sadly died of an overdose :(. It was an absolute dream... and completely, 100% surreal after spending my teenage years reading many a debauched autobiography tale. 
Hidden away off the main road we came across this gem, which stocked the most incredible first-editions (Dickens & Shakespeare's first folios), signed screenplays (A Clockwork Orange), against a wall dedicated to photographs of celebrities which have visited... apparently Depp has purchased quite the collection over the years. Needless to say, I would have had to sell my car to buy anything in there (or steal + sell 10 cars for some), but it was a pleasure to have a browse around and get my hands on some literary wonders. 
The rest of the day was pretty manic (for the boys) and interesting (for me), with their soundcheck filmed for a TV interview, and a super quick acoustic session for Free People, minutes before they played to a packed out Roxy. All which I tried to enjoy whilst fighting the heaviest of jet-lagged eyes. 

When we eventually got back to our bunks for a few hours kip, the bus travelled overnight to San Diago... where I apparently took hardly any pictures except these two from The Cashbah's beer garden and a beautifully-tasseled Mexican restaurant. Good job, Lauren. Not your usual transatlantic tourist trip, but one of those amazing, memory-making weeks that have more than wet the appetite for more West Coast adventures! I'll get part two (Hollywood & more LA) and part three (Coachella) up soon! 

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