Aeolistic


O Christmas Tree

I’ve never had my own real Christmas tree before. I’ve only helped out with the tree at my parents’ house (my mum really enjoys decorating it) and then last year we just had a tiny, tiny one. This year my flatmate brought home a real tree, so we went all out in decorating it. It warms my heart to come home and see it! Simple pleasures. I hope everyone had a good Christmas!



In technicolour

For me, Prague was all about the tiny details. I noticed cute, little things everywhere I looked. From unseasonal baubles in shop windows to hand-crafted decorations to little bits of graffiti, my inner magpie was quite overjoyed.

I’m quite excited about the arrival of spring and, most of all, summer. I’ve got a trip to Berlin lined up with my best girl Bethany and there are talks of Barcelona in the pipeline. I’ll also be going to Poland (possibly Krakow?) and my brothers and I are hoping to hop across the pond to New York in the early autumn too. The year of frivolity is shaping up nicely and I’m a very lucky girl indeed. Oh and the sun’s out in London today, I’m going out for dinner with my best mate then off to a gig with a bunch of my friends. When it rains it pours.



Happy new year!

I hope you had as lovely a festive season as I did. I spent it with lovely people and had a thoroughly fun and indulgent time. So fun and indulgent, in fact, that I neglected to take many photos. I’ve got a couple of disposable cameras in to be developed and some light-hearted shots of Bethany in a furry bear hat, so they’re at least on the way!



Season’s Greetings

I’ve had a festive season full of fun, frolics and food this year. I got to see lovely people and received fantastic and thoughtful gifts. I couldn’t ask for any more.

My own comfort at this time of year is in sharp contrast with those who are much less fortunate than I. I could do much more than spare a thought for those who suffer while I feast. The ongoing suffering of Gazans as a result of the blockade is only one example of suffering. My stomach sinks at reports of UN-imposed sanctions on Eritrea and the prospect of sanctions elsewhere. Sanctions are arguably the most insidious kind of violence – violence through deprivation, leading to starvation and disease. While I try to be thankful for my friends, family and comfort throughout the year, the disparity between my life and the lives of others becomes particularly stark during this indulgent season. A sweet time of year with a bitter aftertaste.