Remember Remember...

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

It is only relatively recently that I have truly begun to appreciate the seasonal festivities we have, especially those that us Brits so religiously celebrate year after year. Last night, on what felt like an exceptionally cold November evening, my flatmate and a friend put on our gilets, jackets and wellingtons and stood in the local cricket field getting our footwear muddy and delighting at a beautiful firework display. Against the pitch black sky an array of glittering colours 'popped' and lit up the night. There is a collective 'ooooohh' when a particularly big or pretty firework sets off and the air smells of gunpowder mixed with hog roast and hot wine. The 5th of november has always been one of my favorite nights of the year shortly following Christmas eve its a bit of a shame the story behind it is quite gruesome! 

So technically this photograph was taken at new years but seeing as I wasn't in London this year for fireworks night this picture of the lovely Big Ben will have to suffice!

Winter is not my favorite season (we usually have it wet, drizzly and windy down south) but when it is dry and frosty so that the steam is visible as your breathe out into the cold air even I have to admit its not half bad. [By the way since I was about five I've been calling such events 'fire breathing dragon days' and it never gets old]. Late October signifies piles of orange and red leaves, cosy nights wrapped up near the fireplace with a mocha in hand or dark frosty evenings wearing thick coats, fairisle knit wear and playing with sparklers. Its times like these that I must remember to remind myself that the Great British Winter isn't half bad after all. 

With love,

xoxo

Things of the Moment

I'm feeling rather uninspired by my wardrobe at the moment and there are very few things online that I like enough to buy. I think I'm in this purgatory phase or a fashion rift if you will and I've been in one for the last month! I guess it doesn't matter so very much at university because whilst its nice to wear clothes you love Cornwall isn't exactly fashion capital material.

To begin with we have barely any high street stores let alone designers. No Zara, no HandM and the local Topshop is tiny! We do have little boutiques here though, occasionally there's a gem to be found in them. Secondly, I adore shoes and ankle boots but the crazy hills don't lend themselves very well to anything taller than a 3 inch heel. Finally, being on the coast allows for certain 'coastal winds' that are not very skirt friendly. If I wear shorter skirts I'm usually setting myself up for a day of holding it down to salvage what's left of my dignity! Nope. Comfort is key here but even I would admit I probably play it too safe at times.

Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

Whilst the sun is still very much alighting us with its presence down here I can't help but feel a little chilly out of doors. Besides autumn is probably upon us now, its only going to get colder. I don't know where the summer disappeared to I don't feel I've done enough! 

Despite this sad little reality check I am looking forward to cosy nights and wrapping up warmly in those 'snug-as-a-bug' jumpers you can buy or knit if you're talented enough or patient enough to try (I am neither). I am, however, lucky enough to have a grandma who knits the most lovely knitwear for christmases and birthdays! As long as the rain holds back no matter how cold it is I am a happy bunny, England is so lovely without the rain!

I adore Fairisle jumpers in the winter. This one (pictured above) is the ultimate.