Outdoor Life

 A week in Cornwall catching up with family, and making the most of living outdoors! No one knows how to make the most of things quite like my Mum... 

Printing Paper

 A morning well spent - sorted for wrapping paper for a while now...

Shepherd's Bush

A trip to Shepherd's Bush market last week, where I have spent many happy hours.

New fabric for a potential cushion

 

Amazing embellished offerings

Gold vine

 And discovered a new Ethiopian cafe in the railway arches which was full of amazing furnishings

Waxing floral

Working from home has been the norm for me for a long time. I lived with a florist for a few years and she often bought home fantastic blooms that made a day on the laptop much more enjoyable! I love these pillar candles from Tiger and have been steadily working through my store of them during lockdown. Worth bulk buying next time you come across them! Brilliant colours and nice and cheap.

Golden Hour

Autumn on its way...

Just home from a week in Majorca, seeing out the last of the heat that summer has to offer... Stepping off the plane at Gatwick is always a bit of a shock! Especially when you're still wearing your sunblock smeared (and small) beach clothes from a last minute dash to the beach before take off.

 But things could be worse, especially when your flatmate's a florist and creates beautiful autumnal bunches like this.

Camborne, Cornwall

I am in Cornwall at the moment where it is currently so windy that I've had to wedge the front door shut with my DM. Yesterday marked a trip to Camborne, where there was many a picture worthy sight:

I almost got fleeced of my money:

I remember a phase when cool cats wore fleeces with stuff like a howling wolf and rising moon on it, in a kind of ironic Native American/Pocahontas way. This shop in Camborne is definitely the place to go to pick one up at a bargain price - or to get your own take on that trend, puppies anyone?

This really weirded me out:

A shoe horn back scratcher. Look at that mini plastic hand! The guy behind the till also waved me goodbye saying, 'GOODBYE MY SWEET'. Which sounds quite nice but it wasn't really, and it sent full on shivers down my spine.

 It's probably because I'm such a:

Trips to Camborne are too few and far between. Always so much to see.

Portraits

I am trying to draft a chapter for my dissertation on unposed portrait photography. Suddenly noticing all the portraits around me at home, with fresh eyes. I got distracted and took photos of some of them at home in London. Didn't realise how many faces adorn our walls.

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