Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Queen of the Asylum

I will swallow,
If it will help my sea level go down.
I'll take a deep,deep breath,
And I'll come back to haunt you if I drown.

For ages I've kept her my little secret. A special thing only I know about and admire. But today, I think it's time the world found out about Emilie Autumn.

A violin-playing virtuoso obsessed with all things Victorian-industrial. That's where her own genre of music - Victoriandustrial - comes from. She created it herself, and I think that's really awesome since you can't really describe her stuff, you just have to hear for yourself.

I first heard of Emilie when I accidentally downloaded one of her songs - 'What If'. I thought it was really quirky and loved how the lyrics flowed. So I started unraveling more and more about her; pretty soon, I was in luurve.

I've wanted to see her for ages but, having missed her last gig in London, I thought she wouldn't come back for a while. But it turned out I still can - there's a gig at Carling Academy Islington on the 19th of this month, with a private party/ signing afterwards! So am hopefully going to this one *grins*

Oooh, et while we're on the topic of music: check out an artist called Thea Gilmore. Y'know how sometimes there are bands/artists that you just like every one of their songs? Well, I'm pretty much like that with Thea. I managed to get petite soeur into her as well, who is now more obsessed than I am. I'm actually starting to notice just how much influence I have over her. She actually asks me if what she wears looks good or not, and says that when she goes to secondary school (in September!) she wants her style to be just like mine. Aww!

I went shopping with my mum again yesterday, we didn't really get past anywhere but Debenhams and came back with zero to nothing - she wasn't in a very good mood. On a more positive note, I did pick up quite a few handy freebies - a mini-mag entitled ' the 10 best workouts ever!' which I was so in need of, more compliments about my bag, and, to mum's great distress - 'you already have too many magazines!' - the Debenhams 'Desire' mag. Well, even if I don't read it - I can't bear to part with my Vogues and ELLEs and Bazaars so it will come in handy when I come to making another mag bag.

Bags, more bags, and a stroll round the charity shops.

As you may or may not have noticed, the 'it' bag of the season has arrived. I present to you the oversized clutch.

Now, if you're not that keen on the whole idea of constantly having something in your hands/leaving it everywhere/losing it, there is, of course, 'it' bag No.2:

The woven one :)
Being wildly curious, and even more wildly creative, the first question that sprung to my noggin was: what if I combine the two? I thought it would be something good to try, so I sat down on a lazy Saturday morning and made a start on my new creation: the woven oversize clutch. (Have you just tried to say that 5 times without stopping? Thought so.) It only took a couple of old magazines, some sticky tape and sticky clear plastic vinyl.
Please excuse the awful photo quality.

Better pics to come when camera decides to work!

I put it to use immediately for a night out with the girls at the Hub (a pretty darn good place to eat, if you ever visit MK). I received mucho compliments and it wasn't even finished yet! When I did finish it the next morning, I took it to the ice rink et voila, more comments. Taya was particularly impressed, bless her stripy socks.

Before training yesterday I went to Stony Stratford with my mum for a rummage in the charity shops. We only managed to get into, like, 3, because they all close down extremely early. I must say they're worse than they used to be, with more and more people discovering the wonders of eBay. However, we did manage to nab a few things, including a Primark V-Neck turquoise T-Shirt I figured I could wear to the ice rink. Again, my bag attracted a lot of attention; I was thinking of making a big one for training with ice skates on it etc. etc., and a nautical-themed one with stripes and a big anchor.

The sky's the limit!