So I'm late in writing in this. I suppose you've been sitting in front of your laptops all day, continually refreshing the page and twiddling your thumbs, wondering 'where is she?', and as the hours ticked on by, 'Is she ok?' Right guys, right? Well fret not, for here I am. Today has been taken up with a family christening, and a lovely catch-up with friends in the afternoon. So I've basically skived off from my blog. Bad blogger Lori, bad blogger. I'm also feeling a bit stuck. It's not like nothing is happening right now. I feel as if my feet have barely touched the ground recently. It's just hard to feel inspired when we're essentially living between two houses - packing up one, while piecing the other back together. I feel a bit rootless, like I'm never settled at the moment. Nowhere feels like home, although I know its just a temporary phase. Everything is in flux, everything is changing. I just need to hold onto my hat, and wait for the ride to slow down, and it will. Patience, I never was very good at that.
So between the endless, endless DIY (this is the week I learnt how to put up a plaster-board wall! A sentence I never dreamed I'd be able to write), it's been a pretty lovely week. I took a trip to London to catch-up with a good friend and see the Virginia Woolf exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. I thought it was interesting but lacking in depth. It's curated by Woolf's biographer and all-round Bloomsbury expert Francis Spalding, and the exhibition comes off as a sort of pictorial biography - a nice overview of a life and an artistic standpoint, without ever really delving too deep.
I also thought it was a mistake to not transcribe the letters and diaries on display. Woolf's letters are beautifully written and often viciously funny - but written in such tiny handwriting that large portions were illegible no matter how hard I squinted.
After the exhibition we had a slightly squiffy lunch at the deco-heaven that is Brasserie Zidel, and I ate a crème brûlée the size of my head. Just look at it...
....it's THE SIZE OF MY HEAD.
My mum's been visiting this week, and she gave me a pretty great gift. I might have mentioned this before, and I might have to write about it soon, but I love Twin Peaks. I think it's one of the greatest things to ever happen to television, my teenage years and, consequently, my wardrobe.
If you've watched it - brilliant. Talk to me about it. I love to talk to about Twin Peaks. If you haven't watched it - why not? Do it! Giants, murder, owls, whiney 1980's soft rock - what more could you want? Stop reading this blog and go and watch it right now. You won't regret it.
And so I leave you with this - my child peeking out of one of the many many boxes currently stacked up in my house. Stick around this week for blog hopping, and plenty of vintage. If you're on instagram, come say hi!
See, it was worth reading to the end.