Warm as toast.


It’s February, which in my mind, means that spring has already started to sprungify itself – boing! Up go the daff’s, pounce goes the kitten in the grass, weeeee goes the piglet across the errr pigsty and ooh, can you smell that? Warm bread fresh and bouncy under its crust, summer scented strawberry jam and a glass of orange juice, glistening in the morning sunray arrows shooting across the room. I like being right, as it was only yesterday that I was banging on to Charlie about the beginning of s.p.r.i.n.g. and tim tam bam, I can see it today. Still freakin’ cold, but springy.

Anyway, we have spent the day wandering around in the sunshine, baking flapjacks, flying Charlie’s darn glider and oh yes, I regret (NOT) to say, in IKEA. I purchased some frames, glasses and Charlie got me a scrubbing brush for washing up. We are an equal household, but I will admit I get more excited over buying household necessities – like washing up liquid and mops, than he does. Rightly so – when did this happen to me?

Back to frivolous. I love this new season coat by TOAST (top). In the winter particularly, I swoon at the earth that TOAST walks upon and makes pretty with lux detailed and yet rustic ideologies and a fantastical lifestyle swathed in cashmere. In reality, I (only) have an amazing bag by them and I have a TOAST hot water bottle cover. I don’t know what this means either.


So we switch on the television

Grunge vintage television

We have now been without TV for one month. This is apart from a week in NYC, where I became fascinated by US television’s love for feature length segments starring Taylor Swift singing while sat on a white chair and how to eat and drink without removing a smidge of lipstick. Their morning television had no dry humour, only jazz hands and the whitest teeth – without a smidge of lipstick. I now understand why every word and title Begins In Uppercase.

Anyway, no internet or TV. It’s been useful; to read, talk, go through all our stuff, listen to music and watch films (before the DVD player broke). But now, I want to be able to watch TELEVISION and use THE INTERNET. Christmas is nearly upon us, and I’m desperado to watch The Snowman and laugh at news reader’s ties. Bridget Jones, Turkish Delight and being able to tweet tweet. Let alone Christmas shop online. I want to see Anthropologie in the comfort of my own home. I want to watch Downton Abbey!

But, at the same time – I’ve loved having none of these things. Modern life demands them in many ways, but I mean… does it? I’ve loved reading my books, going for walks, sitting by the fire, listening to 6 music and cooking (occasionally – once a Nigella mega cake). I’ve liked looking through all our collected things and separating the good from the tat. And mostly, I’ve enjoyed sitting with C and the cats and looking at their funny faces, rather than screens.

So hello TV and internet (if the man succeeds to connect you) – my view of you is different from before, but I will be excited to see you.


Somewhere, someone, something

Rowing in the city

As much as I like skipping bunnies in the countryside, perhaps a real life deer as seen on a fairisle knitted print, berries, grass, twigs, the faint scent of apples – I also flippin love the city. Sometimes I feel more inspired by the urban landscape than by the trickling streams of the countryside. Being surrounded by anonymity, finding a seat somewhere with a hot steam wafting coffee, thrilled with the constantly changing sights and feel, the whispers of relationships. Being surrounded, being free. So with this in mind, I obviously loved New York last week. I thought it was a great, shiny bulb of ambition, positivity, poetry and that grey fatigue that I sort of love. The American Dream was palpable, it shone in every twinkling light and in some places (Times Square), great waves of it crashed and ebbed with every breath. I also liked the more family type areas, Williamsburg to name one. Red brick streets, small shops and warehouses for coffee shops. I find I always have the city V country conundrum. When I want peace the countryside is bliss, but can make me restless. Sometimes I want the countryside to be different – I want to move somewhere with larger skies and brighter sunshine. A bit like the cover of the latest issue of Lionheart.


Lionheart Three Cover <3

I love this so, so much!

Hurrah! What do you think? *Superstars* = Photography by: Denise Bovee, illustration by Gemma Milly and typography by Holly Giblin. Concept dreamt up by myself and Gem through a bazillion emails, mood boards and excitable banter. I love it very much.

Oh and the adventures in store, printed onto the thick pages of Lionheart Magazine issue three. In the magazine you’ll find interviews, photography, craft, stories, illustration, baking and wild adventures, that will hopefully inspire with the magic of possibility. Adventure, I have discovered, is an intriguing subject and one that means something different to every individual. Love, marriage, road trips, birth, kids, making, baking, LIONS, house buying, travel, story telling and just really, really relaxing. Imagination and creativity on each page, but pure honest truth running through it. A lion’s roar.

Buy your copy, here.