Thursday, July 24, 2014

Lily and Arthur's

 A sunny afternoon out to a Cafe is all I needed to help me through the tiring and surprising heat of today. Obviously being English I was set on a cup of tea with a huge, wait MASSIVE, slice of cake. Yet the complete opposite happened, I ended up with a refreshing fizzy raspberry drink along with a nutty slice of flapjack, arguably a bit healthier and maybe a bit better (but i do like my cake, hint hint). With the impressive shabby chic interior on the walls to the small details of the glasses and plates, Lily and Arthur's proved a very peaceful place to be. Going again would definitely be a must seeing as their Instagram @lilyandarthurs is filled with MASSIVE slices of cake (right up my street) which hopefully will be available when I next go. Victoria sponge or chocolate cake? Tough call but I'm willing to pay the price money wise and calories wise.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wednesday Winners




Take me on a spontaneous visit somewhere with shops and I'll make a shopping trip out of it. After discovering the whole of Zara's floor was dedicated to sale products how could I not go in? Somehow with Zara I feel a sense of sophistication as I wander over to different tailored pieces picking up too many items that I can't afford making the embarrassing walk on the way back from the changing rooms to put everything back more definite. In the end I decided on a simple classic missing from my wardrobe, a statement white shirt. Filled with detail around the V neck and shoulders, how could I leave this hanging on the rail? Especially for the price of £7.99. The shirt needed a good home and for that price I wasn't going to leave it "hanging".

"I might as well go in seeing as I've got £4 left on my voucher". Probably the worst excuse every girl makes, seeing as £4 these days wouldn't go very far at all, maybe enough for a pair of glasses (if you're lucky). H&M already has a good reputation in my eyes as every time I go in, 9 times out of 10 I'll find something. I ended up buying another shirt in monochrome tones and different angled stripes, keeping tailored like Zara's collection. At only £14.99 (actually £10.97 with the remains on my voucher, maybe not such a bad excuse after all?) I classed this as a steal from H&M, thanks very much!

Debenhams may be profound for the older people but don't judge before you've had a good look around, trust me. It's actually one of my most reliable and favourite shops because of the good quality and surprising low prices. Seeing the shoes all lined up in a section made it almost resemble a starting line so I took a "quick" look that ended up turning into half an hour, if that was an actual race around Debenhams that had a shoe starting line I would have lost miserably. I don't want to burst you bubble winners, but my medal was a pair of Henry Holland sandals in the sale for only £8.85, what was your medal? Oh yeah a bulky bit of metal, how mainstream.

I think it's a proven fact that EVERY SINGLE TIME Mum's go out with their daughters, there's never a time we don't go back home without calling at the rescue centre AKA Tesco. A whole hour later with the typical trolly full of food and the occasionally Paolo Nutni CD it was finally time to go home.

What do I do when I get home when I've been satisfied with a reasonable shopping trip? Scroll through Zara and Topshop's website looking a more clothes, naturally.

Monday, July 21, 2014

T in the park experience

Heavy downpours of rain constantly all day? Check. Boiling sunshine resulting in sunburn? Check. The only thing that's missing off the weather that weekend was the chance of light snowfall. Yep, T in the park was definitely eventful weather wise, and even though I only just lost my festival virginity this weekend I definitely know that I'm fully prepared for next year seeing as all weather conditions hit us in just 3 days. Saying all this, I don't think I'd change anything about it. Come rain or shine we'd still be the best audience ever.

"Mum can I go to T in the park?" was a question that I wasn't expecting an enthusiastic yes to. I thought of the "being sensible and safe" lecture, but my Mum only boasted to family and friends that I was going. Why is my Mum so unpredictable? I get more lectures for leaving a dirty spoon in the kitchen sink rather than travelling to the other side of the country for the weekend. By the blink of an eye July the 11th approached and I was off.

Day one

Friday was mostly spent on the train, which proved a whole experience in itself. Being unable to find my seat for half an hour, whilst being attacked by a wasp, whilst having a very heavy backpack to carry, (drag) it proved more stressful than I hoped. But after an eventful 3 hours later we had arrived at T in the Park and to be honest we felt a little satisfaction being able to travel all the way to Scotland, officially adults in our eyes. Friday proved to be the day of experimenting what the festival was like. Seeing as no one inparticular on the Friday line up gaged our full interest we just watched whoever was on the main stage. This included Biffy Clyro, Ed Sheeran, Imagine Dragons and Ellie Goulding.

Day two

Saturday was one of the worst and best days (if that's possible). Having watched Pharrel Williams, Paolo Nutini and Calvin Harris in the pouring rain, by the time we arrived at the tent everything was soaking wet. After a whole hour attempting to mop the tent up with loo roll and dodging around the muddy wellies at one end of the tent we were fully exhausted, and by the sounds of it so was everyone else as the campsite remained pretty silent the whole night. This day I also lost a very special friend, my hair scrunchie. It survived the whole day until I underestimated the Calvin Harris rave which left my scrunchie drowned somewhere under the rain and mud. RIP.

Day three

Sunday was the day I'd been waiting for and it proved the best day out of the three. More of my music taste we're playing and the sun was shining to the point where I had to walk back to the tent for some more sun cream and Aloe Vera to prevent some kind of embarrassing sunstroke attack in the middle of Arctic Monkeys later on. I'd already seen Arctic Monkeys at Manchester but seeing them again made me remember how epic they are live (and how fit Alex Turner is). Along with Jake Bugg, Catfish and the bottlemen, Sam Smith and Kodaline, Sunday was the day making a mark in my mind. 

Monday morning had arrived too soon. The worst feeling in the world was packing up our things and slowly walking away from our home for the weekend. I never thought I'd miss that little patch of grass surrounded by the smell of beer and piss. Till next year T in the park (make it a good one)!

If you're planning on going to a festival or genuinely want to know about the experience check out my post on a festival survival guide!