Would you Adam and Eve it?

I haven't written a post in a whole month. That's pretty bad, I know how much I hate it when I'm getting kind of into a blog, and then the blogger is all "weell, I just fancied a holiday and let this whole telling-you-every-step-of-my-life thing tail off."
I had this totally interesting article coming your way, about different types of males, but half way through I got quite depressed at the prospect of categorising every man on the planet, so... don't hold your breath for that one.
ANYWAYYY... look at these thrilling and strange things that have happened to me this month!

1. I LEFT SCHOOL
Oh yeah. That one. The big one. Except, y'know, I'm coming back for Sixth Form next year, but the prospect of a nine week summer is just - mm mm mmmm, tasty.

2. I BOUGHT MY PROM DRESS
Yeah! Me! I CHOSE one! A conscious decision from the non-decision maker! And it's red!! My grandmother says it makes me look like a hussy, but I am willing to let that slide, as she also once said that I'm single because I'm too skinny to bear babies, and no man wants a girl who can't have his babies. Which is wrong on so many levels, really.

I'm not showing your a picture.

3. I GOT ABSOLUTELY WANKERED
Am I allowed to say that word?

Again, there will be no picture for this.

4. I GOT TONSILLITIS
And am consequently now really into soup.

5. I WENT GINGER
But it came out purpley, and I don't like it. I'll get it lightened and then unveil it on here.

6. I'VE DECIDED I WANT TO GO TO ABERDEEN UNIVERSITY
Because it sounds lovely, and the countryside is beautiful, and I love Scottish people.

So that's everything really. I'm now on study leave, feeling quite humdrum with my soup and my studying.
Love, Peace and The Difference a Month Makes,
Mx

Stars hide your fires, these here are my desires, and I won't give them up to you this time around...

Pardon the extraordinarily long title; it is (if you don’t recognise it) from a Mumford and Sons song, Roll Away Your Stone. If you haven’t listened to it yet, I really think you should, because the lyrics are ambiguous but beautiful, more like poetry really. They’re written in iambic pentameter (nerrrrrd!) and have a Macbeth reference in there… that’s what I like to hear!

I’m trying to get back into the normal swing of things, but obviously things are a little crazy here in Megan-ville, so instead of writing something meaningful I think I’ll write about…tattoos!

Tattoos are baad. They’re for bikers and bad girls and general commoners. Celebrities glamourize tattoo-ing their other half’s name upon their body (I always wonder why they don’t have a list as long as they’re arm, each one crossed out every time they break up.) Your middle class parents think they’re crass and tacky, and if you dreamt of bringing home a boy with sleeves of naked girls and sailors he’d be out of the door before you can say “tramp stamp.” Therefore, they’re the obvious choice of rebellion for this teenage rebellll!

I have given this quite a good deal of thought (as I’m studying for my GCSE’s and obviously have a lot of time on my hands…? Idiot!) and after choosing and then rejecting barbed wire inked around my upper thigh (two words. Cheryl. Cole. It’s out.) I have settled on a short shortlist (is that possible?) of possible tattoo choices.

1. The Vitruvian Man

I am an immense fan of Da Vinci and I have done a rather pathetic amount of research on the Golden Ratio, so this means quite a lot to me and represents my love of both art, history and conspiracies. Also, I think it would be kind of cool to have a naked guy with his junk out tattooed on my butt-cheek.

2. Irish Serpent Knot

I love everything that this stands for - love that reflects the eternity of life, loyalty towards the person one loves, and the four sections representing the four seasons.

Or maybe both? In the words of Mrs Charleton, who knows???

Mx

Note to self...

...Posting pictures of attractive Italian men really boosts your page views.
I hope you had a lovely Easter.
Mx

This is a fairly shit sketch I did it a little while ago. It's a drawing of a statue that currently stands in Rome. The artist's name was William Wetmore Story, and it now stands at the grave that he shares with his wife. I'm not particularly fond of this drawing, but I thought it was quite topical.

I realise I haven't written in a while, and I'm sorry that my first post in about two months is going to be depressing, but I'm not going to write a cheery, petty little post at the moment.

Grief is a shitty, shitty thing. One might say that pain is something that unites each and every person on this planet, as they're all going to feel it sometime. Pain is also something that isolates you, that makes you different from everybody else. Your pain is never going to feel the same as anybody else's. Type "grief" into Google images and you'll find lots of pictures of people weeping in despair, head in their hands, a comforting hand on their shoulder. But that is not my experience of grief. Grief is what's left behind. Grief is a mother and father having to bury their son. Grief is the brother that is left behind trying to hold his family together. Grief is a business in ruins, a house in disrepair, a family revolving around a hospital ward. Grief is not knowing where to put yourself, not wanting to cry or think or break down. Grief is a pile of papers and sketches, of memories pushed under the bed where you don't have to see them. Grief is the relief that someone you love can finally feel no pain. Grief is the numbness that follows, the anger, the sense of injustice. Grief hides itself away and feeds on you like a parasite, and it rips families apart.

Sorry for being a bit of an emo fag here, folks.
My prayers and love go out to the people who need it most.

Mx





O 's follas gur líon do chroí dom grása, a stór.

Something wicked this way comes...

I have just given my first performance as Malcolm in the Kinetic production of Macbeth - two more to go and I have to say, despite not being a "drama person" the buzz you get afterwards is unbelievable!
We are doing a slightly modernized, industrial version, where Macbeth is set in some sort of warehouse or old factory, we fight with broom handles and beat dustbins for rhythm, and the witches are "druggies." My costume (obviously forefront in my mind) is all black, with red braces and a red corset belt. And yes, I am playing the part of Malcolm, the King-to-be and lead soldier. In a corset belt...

In other news, I've been hit on by a twelve-year-old, and may or may not have indulged in some extra-activity in the interval of Macbeth, the repercussions of which I have a feeling I shall feel for quite some time.
Apologies for my lack of post of late, but it has been really difficult to access a computer (due to obvious reasons for busyness.)

Love, Peace and All things Shakespeare,
Mx

What's on my mind this month, in pictures

This picture was taken by Scott Shulman, a.k.a. The Sartoralist. If you haven't seen his blog, DO IT NOW. It's a who's who to the best dressed in Europe. Anyway, I adore this picture. I love her dress, the fact that she's still using a notebook, but most of all I love her hair. I would desperately like to be ginger, and dyed my hair a chestnut last month.

I am participating in a production of Macbeth, playing the part of Malcolm, so if my posts are a bit sketchy and patchy then do forgive me, I am likely to be rehearsing or learning lines, as the first performance is on 19th January. Gulp.

These two represent how I feel in the New Year - kind of like I'm going somewhere else, but I'm not really sure where yet. I know that sounds awfully cheesy, but I can't think of a better way to put it. I don't buy into the whole "new year, new start, new me" business, but I do think this year will be quite different from the last one. Judging by this week alone, it will be.

I don't usually put anything too personal on here, lest someone untoward sees it, but this is something else that's been playing on my mind.

Little Vintage Lover Fair

I have been meaning to do this post for so long! In fact, I've been meaning to give my blog a little TLC for a while, actually. I just got around to updating to Chrome and the font now looks irritatingly shabby.
Aaanyway, as I have mentioned, I am a big big fan of vintage, and every so often I go with my friend to these little fairs that are on in and around Norfolk selling vintage goods. I say every so often - I've been to two, but they've been very good!
The first was probably the best - we went sometime towards the end of October, I think, and it was B.E.A.Utiful! It was very much out of the way, on a little farm in an old converted barn, but inside it was lovely and the atmosphere was just right - just enough people to reassure you you're not a weirdo for being there, but not too many so as that you don't feel special! I wish I'd had more money on me at the time, but I managed to buy a little wooden sign saying "Charleston" and a green 40s collared sweater that screams Land Army Girl. Well, to me anyway. Here is a sheepishly taken, slightly blurry phone camera photo from the event:

I promise you, it was beautiful. A very well-dressed gentleman in a 3-piece played old records on a grammophone and we drank Earl Grey in china cups. Blissful.

The second fair was in the very prestigious Blickling Hall. It was snowing that day, and it was absolutely freezing (especially as I decided wellies weren't necessary and I could make it in my brogues - I had to put them under the hand dryer in the Ladies to restore some feeling in them) but the hall looked simply stunning.

(This is, sadly, not my picture.)
The fair was lovely and I managed to buy some pearls and cream driving gloves for a friend's Christmas, a little something from this darling little stall for another. I, erm, also managed to buy a chunky knit, cream wool jumper for my self. Christmas - a time for giving...and receiving!

I'll just include this picture because
A) You can see my vintage jumper
B) I hope every reader had a beautiful, magical and delectable Christmas/New Year/Hannuka/Winterval in every way
C) It makes me smile so goddamn much.

Love, Peace and Festive Tidings,
Mx

PS: Expect posts on - Macbeth, New Years, Growing up, Gingers, Moving House, and Universities XXX