Monday, 14 July 2014
Friday, 11 July 2014
After you've been with someone for some time, you tend to get complacent with your future. You chat about homes & savings, a ball park of how many kids you want and the type of wedding you envisage for yourselves. I want church; he's not bothered. By complacent I do not mean discontent, I mean happy in the knowledge that you have found 'the one'. Shoot me. If you know me personally you'll probably describe me as dry, realistic and fairly level headed, or rational even. Which is why complacent doesn't quite cut it. Not until he puts a ring on it. Thanks B. Well the boy did just that. And then some.
I've never been particularly into the concept of marriage; that is I don't see it as an answer, a source of stability and positively not a solution. Unless of course, it's a practical solution - mortgage for example. My Mum hasn't married yet and I am in awe of what she has achieved, with or without a man by her side. In fact, I kind of wanted to stay single for a long time to prove the same point - a partner is not a necessity or an end-game. It is however to me, something which I'm now quite proud of. Surprisingly. I look down at my hand and feel oddly comforted by the fact that I have met someone who loves me enough to commit themselves to me - romantically, domestically, wholly. And I them.
I didn't expect to cry when it happened, but cry I did. I was utterly overwhelmed by an understanding that this was right. In fact it wasn't a thought, it was a pure gut instinct, and as a person who tends to live in their head a little a gut instinct is a wonderful thing to encounter. Not that our being together needed validation but it was nice to have the wind knocked out of me after five years.
I'm still in a long distance relationship and I will still pursue my acting career with fever and determination regardless of where I live. That will always be the case. But it really is quite lovely to know my future husband has got my back. Just by being the man I will marry.
Here's to the boy.
PS. Proposal story and pictures to follow soon. Here's a cheeky clip for now. Music - Jake Bugg/ Me and You.
Monday, 7 July 2014
Friday, 4 July 2014
Charlotte Street Hotel has long been on my wishlist. I work in the area on a regular basis and each time I pass the building, I yearn to drink tea underneath its beautiful bricks, quaint stripes and off-green complexion.
I've also been yearning to have a good natter with some lovely bloggers. I tend to see you all at events, but of course there's always something else on the agenda; supporting a company, trying out food or the juggle of champagne and photography. I can't say there won't be any photography, food or champagne, but this time let's make the agenda friendship. Bit cheesy, but just go with it.
If you're interested, give me a shout in the comments below or e-mail/ tweet me your e-mail address & I will confirm your slot. A table for sixteen has been booked, and I've promised some slots already so the sooner the better. Feel free to share the post/ details with anyone who you think would be game.
3pm, Sunday 13th July, Charlotte Street Hotel. .
Traditional Afternoon Tea at £23.50.
A selection of traditional cakes.
Fruit and plain scones with clotted cream and preserves.
An assortment of traditional tea sandwiches.
With a glass of:
Pommery NV £32.50 per person
Pommery Brut Rosé NV £35.00 per person
Chech out the menu.
15-17 Charlotte Street
Nearest tube is Goodge Street. Alternatively you can use our event's Uber voucher code. It gives you £20 off your first ride with Uber. No discount if you're a regular I'm afraid :(
*If you can't see the code, it may be that your computer is blocking it. Code is: 'AFTERNOONTEA'
Can't wait to see you all!
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
When I first moved to London, I felt like the world was mine. Or at least the city. I would read the Timeout on my commute home and swell with anticipation at the thought of exploring every weird and wonderful hint and tip. So here's a little gem for you, which I'll now recommend myself with as much gusto as feasibly possible. Bogan Bingo. Do it.
Thursday, 19 June 2014
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
|Gap shirt, Topshop shorts, Hunter wellies, Sekonda watch & boutique bag|
Only Notting Hill would home a place like Biscuiteers: cute, quaint and all the charm in the world. Where else would I take Mama Bear when she comes to visit me in London?
I'll let the biscuits do the talking from here out.