Monday 26 November 2012

WeHaveLiftOff

In approximately 16 days time I shall be hosting a launch party for my own design label, Little Shirley Beans.

*cue wild panicking*

Don't get me wrong, I love a good list. And a good party. AND clothes. So it all seems right up my street. I'm just terrified that no one will turn up, or that people won't like my stuff or that I won't be able to think of any new designs or a million and one other things that could go wrong...
I think I've not had enough sleep (too much wild, wild partying at the weekend) so I'm feeling all edgy and weird today.

I'm in danger of doing that really annoying thing of having loads of stuff to do and instead of actually doing any of it, just panicking about it until its too late.

Om. Om. Om.
Be calm.

I'm sending myself to bed early tonight in order to GET A GRIP and have any chance of pulling this thing off. (Look at that spontaneous use of capitals, its happening already)

So before I go and hyperventilate into a paper bag the important details are;

Little Shirley Beans Launch Party
Wednesday 12th December, 6:30pm
Revive London, 268 Holloway Road
Collars,cakes and cocktails!

If you live in London come and say hello. please.
Or just share this with anyone who likes vintage clothes and has a penchant for cupcakes

wish me luck! 

x

Thursday 15 November 2012

MirrorMirror

This morning I went to the gym. Complete with no make, scraped back hair and old leggings. Pretty sure I still had crease marks from the pillow on my cheek.
Nevertheless I actually got CHATTED UP (!) a guy came over to me and asked the time, unfortunately for him I was sweating away to Rhianna and didn't hear. So as I removed an earphone thinking he worked there and was about to tell me I was using the machine wrong or that I'd split a seam (they are o.l.d leggings) and my bum was on show he actually used this infamous line....


'Do you come here often?'
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Seriously?
I thought that was a question of legend, never actually asked to real life people in 2012. We are the social media generation after all. I've come to view a re tweet as romantic...

Funny thing is, I really don't go there often as I'd 'borrowed' my friends membership card. But that's neither here nor there. Not an appropriate response in this situation, I feel.

So, as I WIPED SWEAT FROM MY EYES, yes read that again. Not the most alluring of actions. He says 'you're really beautiful'

firsty, WTF?!
but secondly, it made me think that no matter how shit we feel we look, how fat, how ugly, how short, how tall it's more than likely not as bad as we think.
And no matter what, there's probably someone out there who thinks we look beautiful.

I'm not saying these people will even be remotely attractive themselves (sadly) and its not guaranteed that they won't be a tiny bit strange, but it's nice to get a compliment, right?

Saying that it was probably just these bad boys that did it;




You said it B

x

Monday 12 November 2012

InternNonGrata

I may change the banner of this blog to - 'Hurry Up and Pay Me Already - the (sometimes thankless) life of an intern'

As previously mentioned here I have recently returned from a break visiting family in the U S of A and am feeling Much Better. If I was a Pokemon i'd be in full health


So imagine I'm writing this as my pre-holiday self who thanks to juggling internships, bar work, the odd running job for random film shoots and, god forbid, a social life has not had much time for writing. 

Internships. They mainly fall into three categories; 
The Good
The Bad
and 
The Ugly.

Being paid for working is becoming a thing of the past. Sadly for us recent graduates times are hard and the prospect of finding paid employment is slim without putting in months of interning first. 
And its not just those wanting to work in fashion or media anymore. I know wannabe engineers, lawyers, graphic designers and Art Gallery attendants who are all on board the intern train, hoping the next stop will be Paid Employment...

I've been interning for over a year now, unpaid, in a variety of different industries (radio/film/fashion/PR) and while its not all fun and games I have gained some really valuable experience. 

I never really had a career goal when I went off to Uni. I had a very vague notion of teaching English somewhere in Spain but, lets be honest now, I wasn't really planning much beyond my fancy dress costume for the next BOP*.
So interning can be really useful for those undecided souls like me because you can try a variety of roles and cross them off your 'what I want to be when I grow up' list as appropriate. It also opens your eyes to lots of job possibilities that you may not have even known existed. 

The questions is: at what point do you stop? 
Without a definite end point, when do you say 'enough is enough'?
With so many graduates fighting it out for the few roles available there is A LOT of pressure to keep on interning for fear of loosing out to another wannabe who can afford to intern for months on end without ending up penniless and destitute. 
And that's what gets to me, the stress of Not Knowing and the Financial Worry. 
I can't afford to intern for much longer as savings are dwindling and I can't work any more hours in the bar whilst interning as its not humanly possible. Unless I didn't sleep at all. Or had super powers. Or Bernard's watch. 
Now there's a thought...

But, touch wood, I've been pretty lucky to get the placements I have. There are some real horror stories out there about being made to tidy store cupboards for a fortnight (I actually had to do this while on a placement in Spain) or being treated as free labor with no thanks or any job prospect at the end of it. 
Now if I can just make some money from my designs I might be able to hold out for a little bit longer until the holy grail of permanent paid full time role is finally within reach...

So here's some advice from an old hack for all you soon to be interns;

  • Be prepared to work hard (and not sleep) Bar work and early mornings do not good bedfellows make. If you don't like coffee - well, start liking it. Immediately. 
  • Get Organised. In order to maximize sleeping hours plan ahead. If you have to go straight from the office to working in a bar/restaurant get your uniform packed the night before, make your lunch before you go to sleep and make sure you have time to get a shower as to avoid the dreaded Bad Hair Day. Sounds like being back at school but trust me three months down the line and you'll appreciate any extra sleep time. A lot.
  • Invest in a diary (and a smart phone) There's nothing worse than rushing because you've forgotten you're in work at 5, not 6, or that on the way to a meeting/lecture/show you realize you can't find the address. Google maps has saved my bacon more times than I care to count. God Bless you GPS.
  • Relocation, relocation. Look for work near your humble abode. An extra hours travelling time to get home, especially when its cold or raining is a killer. No matter how fit that barman might be...
  • Lastly - enjoy your internships. That's not to say its going to be all wild parties and crazy nights out but if you can't relax and be yourself, then what's the point? 
And lastly - If all else fails bribery is always an option. I find teabags and chocolate always go down well. 

Wednesday 7 November 2012

TheNorthernLine

I've been in London for two and a bit months now.

Today I had one of those nice moments, when a good song comes on your iPod and everything seems Ok with the world again.

Mine happened this morning, on the strangely deserted platform at Embankment, while waiting for the northern line southbound (I like to set the scene, y' know?)

So there I was, and as the train approached this song came on and I thought, yep. I like it here.


Does anyone else do that thing when listening to music that you imagine you're in a film and whatever's on your iPod is the soundtrack?
Especially on long train journeys.
Sometimes I even make up my own back story and character profile.

No?

Just me?.......

x

Thursday 1 November 2012

AsCampAsChristmas

It's been a while.
I don't know why I have the phrase 'As camp as Christmas' stuck in my head, but I do.

Such is life.

Ever feel like you have too many thoughts in your head that you just need to get them out in any shape or form IMMEDIATELY lest they be forgotten?
And its always at inappropriate moments, usually when I'm on plane (which is where I actually wrote this post) in a car or anywhere else that I normally don't have a pen to hand or I'm meant to be doing something else...
Usually working in a bar. When its quiet, which it frequently is, I find my head full of ideas for designs, posts and photos. Eating the forbidden bar snacks is one thing but even my manager might take affront if I whipped out the ol' sewing machine and started embroidering a pair of culottes.

ANYWAY; so I'm on the plane home from America (or I was 2 days ago) sad face.
We've been visiting family in Cleveland,Ohio which means a two hour flight to Atlanta and then a further 9 hours to Manchester AND THEN an extra train journey back to London. Oh the joys.

Did I mention I get travel sick?

Touch wood I've not thrown up (yet) and as luck would have it I've found a pen and notepad in my bag so I can spend the 14 plus hours travelling time to catch up on some writing.
Blogging has been verrrrryyyy lax as of late. There just aren't enough hours in the day.
I read somewhere once that blogs must be nurtured and 'tended to' daily. Like a house plant. Ha. If that's true then mine would resemble that shriveled dead thing that resides on every students windowsill. Bought for them by a well meaning parent who read that plants oxygenate a room therefore stimulating brain activity. Sadly most of these things get watered with a mixture of vodka and gin thus rendering their healing powers somewhat compromised...

So let us assume these next few posts, in no particular chronological order, will be like some sort of miracle grow baby bio life-giving tonic to my poor withered blog....

And to tie in with the journeying theme here are my top travelling tips:


  1. Plan ahead - choose your underwear carefully. There's nothing worse than a nine hour wedgie
  2. Sit wisely - the baby that was so cute on take off? five hours of screaming later, not so much
  3. Invest in a bear scarf - its a travel essential. Hood + scarf + pillow = comfort at 30, 000 ft
  4. Eat skittles on take off - not only will sucking on sweets stop your ears from popping but if you do throw up at least it will be a nice color:) 

Happy travels! 

x