January Blues...

Now my life is calm and stable. I don’t get the January blues. Therapy, a mindfulness course and caffeine free living did the trick. Life used to be a rollercoaster, out Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night and even Sunday night then sliding into miserable Monday. Now I can talk passionately and from a place of calm about my kind of January blues. (It's taken 47 years and a good few thousand pounds to get to this place of stability, don’t get me wrong. I loved the wild days but I’m glad they are over)

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Party Party, please stop…

I’ve had a fair few wild nights out in my time, and most of them I’d like to forget. The seriously wild ones I can’t even bear to even re-live in my mind.

I might be persuaded to talk about the time I woke up at 7 am on the grass verge near my house with my sunglasses on fully dressed with a handbag and laptop over each arm. (It must have been summer) When the sun came up, I sat bolt upright. No, no, stop, it’s not working, it’s making me panic, I’d need a stiff drink to finish that story.

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It's no secret, Santa is coming to town

My first boyfriend was a graphic designer with exquisite taste, he used to hand make the packaging for each and every single one of my beautiful Christmas presents. Every gift was well considered and really thoughtful He was my first love. The only problem was his font family came first. Today he is one of the most awarded Executive Creative Directors in London. I’m so proud of him, he is a extremely talented and special guy. 

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Kittens on YouTube

With Frieze Art Fair hitting London this week I thought I'd write a piece on talking about art. Deep breaths, it can be a tricky subject to master even if you're a creative type. Surprisingly I'm not threatened by intellectual people, in fact, quite the opposite, I'm absolutely fascinated by them. I always want to find out how their minds work, what they think and what I can learn. Because of this I have ended up with a lot of 'boffins' as friends as guess what, I bloody love it. 

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Street Art - "Yeah Man"

Street Art started in New York in the 1960's and peaked in the 80's with the subway train murals in the Bronx. Graffiti, urban art, spray paint graffiti, guerrilla art whatever you want to call it, has moved away from the being an act of vandalism to a way of bringing beauty and messages to the world. It's perfectly acceptable and pretty cool to have street art in your home.

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I Wear my Heart on my Walls - Part Three

Things are getting hot and steamy in the bathroom so hold on tight. Hanging wall art in there can be pretty tricky, to be honest. If you ask your local framers (I know mine all to well - poor guy) you can get glass that stops the steam affecting your precious prints and artwork. It's a bit more costly but well worth it. Then you can relax in a bubble bath knowing your pieces won't ripple. 

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At the flicks - Axelle Young

I fell into upholstery quite by accident and then I fell in love with it.  Not a big surprise for anybody who knows me! I've always had a fetish for chairs and a soft spot for theatre chairs. Anything from another era, that begs to be restored to their former beauty.  I just love vintage. Between the internet, flea markets or just wondering the streets with an eagle eye for discarded furniture, I have found quite a few pieces to restore and reupholster.

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I Wear my Heart on my Walls - Part Two

In my last blog we got as far as a piece on the lounge gallery wall and one on my bedroom. So let's finish off the lounge. I have a beautiful book wall that I adore. The thing about book walls is that you can change them every month, every week, every day, if you've got the energy. They are great for people with commitment issues and they hardly make any holes in the walls.

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Walk and Talk by Daniel Higgins

I have always painted since I was about 14, it used to be my Friday night entertainment before I was old enough to go out on the town. I grew up in Dorset, in the country and by the sea, tramping over old hill forts listening to theVelvet Underground on a walkman, wandering along the seashore and looking for old books and records in junk shops and eventually went to Chelsea art school to study fine art.

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Flora and Trauma

When I was married to the boys’ father, I remember us waking up one morning and him saying, "Why are we sleeping in dead old lady’s sheets?" He did have a point. At the time, I was collecting floral flannelette sheets from charity shops (this is probably one of the reasons why we're not together anymore). The thing is, arty guys understand these hipster hobbies; but to a BMW driving, suited and booted guy it must have seemed rather strange

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