Sewing the dream… Are you a dream chaser?

Happy Monday everyone!

So today was, as far as Mondays go, the best one I have had in a long time (this may be slightly dramatic but lets face it aren’t we all when it comes to Mondays?). It was a day of rekindling and reviving: interests, passions and friendships.

Although it was a day of re-words (in otherwords seconds, not firsts), it is these kinds of days I love the most. They’re the ones where you reignite passions you had unconsciously locked in a box and conventiently ‘lost’ the key to in a pile of excuses (I told you I was dramatic 😉 ). They make you confront the dreams you have been dismissing, as of course, dreams are just dreams (WRONG). Dreams are just dreams until you try (at the least) to make them a reality.

Yesterday I finally got myself a new sewing machine. Since I have been young I have been clothes and shoes obssessed – a truth that can be confirmed by the never-ending piles of clothes and reciepts in my bedroom and the constantly diminshed bank account – and since the age of 13 I have been sewing obssessed. After I completed my Textiles GCSE and then my A-Levels and gone to University to do a degree in History and Journalism (without any relevance to fashion at all in my first year) my love of designing and creating was sidelined by endless history books and draftings of news stories. Don’t get me wrong whilst I love my course and the directions it is taking me in I have had this feeling that I was missing something; and whislt my sewing machine was in the corner of my room collecting dust I would forever be doodling in margins and dreaming during lectures. I have always had the desire to be able to create my own patterns and make my OWN clothes based on my OWN designs. Now I have a new sewing machine, new threads, new books on pattern creating and NO excuses. As a result I spent my day today creating peg bags out of left over fabric that has been under my bed for 3 years, finally nearing to finish the quilt I started at 14 and exploring my new toy.

I also got my butt back in the gym, another thing I have been procrastinating despite the enjoyment, but that’s obviously not quite as important ;).

Never forget about your dreams. As soon they might not be dreams, they might be reality but this can only happen if you act on them. In fact never forget about anything that is important to you, it is important for a reason make sure it or they know it.

Keep chasing!

Lots of love Sophialafelle Xx

Summer 2019: You will be missed

Now conisdering we are in the midst of a heatwave the title of this post may seem almost ridiculous, at least I wish it did. The truth is I have just got back from Reading festival and my birthday has just passed, which have and will forever be two undeniable markers of the iminently approaching Summers end.

This has been undoubtedly one of the best Summers yet, I have spent it dancing, exploring and meeting new people. I have volunteered at two festivals and attended one as a ‘punter’ (as we now call them) unveiling a whole new amazing festival experience. Whilst it is almost all sunshine, vodka and fairy wings (you can read all about it in my Latitude blog post 😉 ) I must say cleaning out tents filled with wee and used condoms was not quite what I anticipated, like they say it’s all sh**s and giggles until someone giggles and sh**s (or wees in this case).

I have also had a ball exploring different areas of Spain on my two trips abroad this Summer with some of my oldest friends. These trips were equally as comical and slightly resemblant of the festivals in terms of their weird and wonderful goings ons.

During my adventures this Summer with friends both old and new I have learnt a lot of new lessons and since my 19th birthday has just passed (2 days passed to be exact) I thought it would be fitting to explore 19 of my new discoveries.

  1. Explore, the world is your Oyster go and see it. Explore places and people everyone and everywhere has a different story, discover it.
  2. Be open to learning and seeing new things, you can’t explore without being open and curious.
  3. Do not always take people at face value, the first impression you get from someone is not everything .
  4. No matter how alone you feel there is always someone who cares.
  5. Tequila is never a good idea. Like seriously, never.
  6. Love yourself, how other people view you is not the end of the world the most important thing is how you view yourself.
  7. You are never going to please everyone so stop trying.
  8. Not everyone is going to please you, so long as they are not hurting anyone why does it matter. Think before you speak.
  9. As much as we may sometimes hate to admit it our Mums know best. From friendships and boyfriends to clothes and makeup, pretty much every aspect of life really, they know best. It hurts to confess how many times I have gone out in the first outfit my Mum told me to try on after refusing and insisting I must find something else.
  10. Saving money is sometimes the most impossible but rewarding thing ever, a real Catch 22. But just know without doing this our adventures will be non-existent.
  11. It is okay to stay in your pyjamas some days. Life is tiring do not burn yourself out.
  12. Laughing is the cure for everything.
  13. DO NOT take anyone or anything for granted, nothing is guaranteed. Be grateful for everything, everyone and everyday.
  14. Friends are important. They keep you sane and are as weird and wonderful as you, cherish them.
  15. You do not have to drink alcohol to have fun.
  16. Set your own goals and have crazy aspirations. You can only fly as high as your wildest dreams.
  17. Take every day as it comes.
  18. Enjoy every day is it comes.
  19. Be kind and keep dancing like nobody is watching 😉
Apologies for the hidious roll matt lurking in the background!!!

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

We took a trip to Sunflower City!

Sunflowers are synonymous with happiness, positivity and adoration. They are my favourite flowers and I couldn’t wait to visit them at the Pop Up Farm. No matter how grey the day the bright yellow radiating off the thousands of sunflowers in this never-ending field always manages to mask the colour of the sky.

It is a place where you get to pick your own Sunflowers, sweetcorn and pumpkins throughout the year when they are in season. With hay bale mazes, woodfired sweetcorn pizzas and barbecued farm-grown corn on the cob there is something for everyone. Naturally, we had to try it all and every bit was as delicious as it sounds.

As you wander round on the sunflower trail you get to choose each and every sunflower that you want and one of the ‘sunflower sommeliers’ will cut them down for you to take home, for a price of course. Every 7 stems cost £10, me and mum bought 7 each meaning 14 stems (all of which were originally only a head shorter of me) of sunflowers now grace our home filling every corner with a yellow glow.

See you in October for our pumpkins!

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

August, how you doin’?

So I am back from holiday and have been struggling to get my head back in the game in all areas of life. As we are approaching the middle of august, my birthday and dare I say it nearing the end of Summer (I don’t want to admit it either) I thought it would be interesting to assess where I am right now. We are now two thirds of the way through the year and I am one third of the way through university and I still can’t quite believe it!

Last night I was at the pub with four of my oldest school friends reminiscing over what we thought were the tragedies of our teenage years and speculating where we will be within the next five. Those four are nearing their early 20’s whilst I am only just nearing the end of my first year being at the pub legally, courtesy of being an August baby (late late late August), and still being mistaken as a 14 year old on the days I really cannot be arsed to put on any make up. This is something I am sure I will be grateful for when I am 50 and still getting mistaken for a 35 year old 😉 I wish! However, whilst my 15 year old younger Brother is on the verge of being able to buy his own pint in the pub I am struggling to relish these misunderstandings.

So far this Summer I have had a blast meeting new people and seeing new places whilst cherishing those that I have known and loved for years. I have rekindled my love of reading and remembered why I needed it so badly going through secondary school. It is an escape from reality, a private mission of problem solving where you immerse yourself in someone else’s thoughts and feelings allowing you to pretend you are someone else. This is something I have become fully accustomed to, my favourite book this Summer being Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know About Love.

Now I hear you all ask what these teenage tragedies I mentioned earlier include, the thing is if I told you I would have to kill you. Only joking could that have got any more cliche? Our discussion included my eyebrows that once resembled sperm; a party we had whilst our parents were away that spiralled downhill incredibly quickly after consuming ten too many bottles of Carribean Twist, resulting in our Primary school dinner lady now turned friends neighbour helping us clear all evidence, people and rubbish alike; and going over in detail every run in we ever had with our Maths teachers. We discussed the confusion of uni house bills and rent, flies in the kitchen and stains on mattresses (especially the large biscuit coloured stain in the middle of one in a one of our new uni houses) the impossibilities of saving (aren’t we dramatic) and the meals we can all now cook one year in (some more than others). Two of said friends took a gap year that we are all envious of and are starting university this year, we really sold university life to them well as you can tell. Of course these are only a few of the tales we told but I really can’t repeat any of the others.

I will end this incredibly waffly post with my hopes for the rest of the year. I hope for last third of this year to be as interesting and confusing as the first two. I hope to continue to meet new people and make new friends but grow closer and stronger with those I already have. I want to understand bills and teach myself to save and not spend my wages in the first week on endless online sales, no Sophia you really do not need another pair of distressed blue denim jeans I think the 16 pairs you already own are sufficient enough. I want to keep making stories and memories that in another 5 years we can sit in the pub and laugh about over our hundreth bottle of rose.

Heres to the rest of the year.

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

Cinema under the stars

I am a huge cinema lover. On Saturday, as part of my babysitting duties whilst my parents were at Chillfest, we decided to take my younger Brother to his first outdoor cinema experience. There is nothing I love more than sitting on a camping chair wrapped up in a blanket with a picnic. Add to it the stars, a big screen and Mamma Mia! Here we go again you’ve hit the jackpot.

Saturday was filled with much anticipation and endless questioning on whether it was time to leave the house yet. It is safe to say he was incredibly excited. Finally as it hit 19:30pm we bundled all of our junk in the car and headed to Knebworth House.

We arrived about 10 minutes after the doors had opened, a good hour and 20 minutes before the film started, yet there was already a surprising amount of people sprawled out on the green infront of the huge screen. There was a combination of ages and a hugely diverse range of people. There were families, couples, sisters and friends alike all joining together to enjoy an evening filled with munching, laughing and of course ABBA!

I half expected my Brother to fidget and whine throughout the whole film. Despite being there incredibly early we managed to pacify him with pepperoni and strawberry laces. Who knew a 6 year old could eat almost a whole meat platter in under 10 minutes, bearing in mind this particular 6 year old would have a diet consisting of chocolate biscuites and chicken goujons if he could!

We managed to munch through our picnic within the first 20 minutes and got cosy on our chairs, took off our shoes and slipped our feet into some fluffy socks just as the rain kicked in. Luckily the staff whizzed round some complimentary plastic ponchos saving us from getting too wet. The rain didn’t last too long and wore off just as the film began.

It was a brilliant film that ensured everyone was laughing in unison at least every 5 minutes. The cheering and singing seemed essential for ignoring the cold, weather of a typical British summer evening. It is safe to say all complaints were saved for the end, only because it meant it was bed time!

We will definitely be keeping our eyes peeled for more evenings under the stars.

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

A letter to me… things I wish I knew this time last year

Dear Me,

I know you better than anyone. I have been there through all of the tears, tantrums and the trauma. I have listened to all of your fears, helped fix your anxieties and encouraged you to stay positive. We have been partners in crime through all the good times and I have been both the angel and the devil on your shoulders. Entering the ‘real’ world outside of school may seem scary now but, as always, everything will work itself out. Trust me you’re about to have a ball.

You have just finished your A-Levels and finally, although incredibly untimely, sent off your UCAS application for University. Sixth Form prom is around the corner and before you know it you will be off on your first girls holiday to Benidorm!

I know the prospect of Uni scares you. I have witnessed the incessant internal battle asking yourself if you’re ready to leave home and commit to a life in Reading or Southampton, maybe even Kent, but I am pleased you have decided to fulfill your childhood dream and have chosen a London university. You can stay at home and commute but be prepared for countless train journeys carrying your sleeping bag and going out clothes! By the end of first year you will have mastered the art of falling asleep on the train and waking up at your stop on the way home the day after the night before. Ignore all of those teachers who question your decision, only you know what is best for you (apart from your Mum, as proven she is always right).

The prospect of leaving the cocoon of school that has shielded you from the real world for 18 years is one that fills you with undeniable fear. You have finally found your feet by Year 13 and now you are going to have to do it again without the comfort of the familiar faces you have grown to love, some of them at least. This struggle for your feet would not have been complete without battles with mean girls, arguments and the discovery of a world with boys. Despite mixing with new people throughout school you have inevitably gravitated back to the same group of friends, give or take few, that you had been with since Primary.

Now you have never been very good with dealing with failure. Throughout school you have had a tricky relationship with failure, your undeniable hate towards it is unhelpful. Always try your best, that is all you can ask, and sometimes you might just miss the mark but that is okay. Failure is essential in order for you to grow. I have learnt that now, don’t get me wrong we still get frustrated if we miss a first by 1 mark or get the occasional 2:2 but we dont dwell on what could have been we just try and fix what is.

Your comfort within current friendships is the prospect of leaving school that scares you the most. The contrast from seeing your friends everyday to making time to have frequent catch ups is evident and it is will be a struggle to keep up with everyones busy schedules. You frequently hear stories about how friendships change, you will soon learn that some friendships grow with you but some grow in opposite directions. Just remember the ones who matter most are the ones who will stay close and when you meet up it will be as if you have never been apart. Change is scary but it is necessary to help us find our place. You are about to meet some amazing people whilst really appreciating what you already have, just embrace it.

So just be excited, I know you are already but let it grow. Just get ready to be yourself, shine and sparkle.

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

A day in the life at Brighton beach: An impertinent seagull and some sparkly Birkenstocks.

After impulsively booking train tickets to Brighton midweek we anticipated the arrival of Summer, to Britains standards at least. Undoubtedly our expectations were exceeded by a typically British trip to the seaside consisting of hangovers, wind, arcades, gritty fish and chips and oh more booze. But you can’t forget the brave seagull and my new sparkly Birkenstocks.

Our alarms went off bright and early at 8.00am on Saturday morning. We awoke with slightly foggy heads after a night out at the pub. Consequently, we ended up going to sleep at 3.00 am, regardless of the promise to ourselves not to take it too far in attempts to avoid ruining our sunny trip to the seaside.

We finally arrived in Brighton at around 12.45 pm after having slept the whole train journey there. Once again my head was foggy, my hair was slightly resemblent of a wild porcepine and I was transparently bewildered by my whereabouts. Dishevelled and sleep-drunk, we joined the current of people and slowly began our downhill trek to the sea.

Although we began our trek at approximately 1.00pm we appeared to get lost on our travels in a sea of shops and did not make it to the real seafront until 2.30 pm. £145 later (between us, I am not that much of a shopaholic, at least not on that day) we were eating fish and chips on the beach surrounded by a swarm of seagulls. You can guess what happened next.

We were eating peacefully until one landed on our table. He greeted us with a nod like an old friend and stared at us awaiting approval to steal a chip. He squawked, and before we had time to protest, he stole not only ONE chip but the WHOLE polestyrene tray of chips off our table. It’s a good job I was hungover, it would have been in my right mind to chase him otherwise.

Obviously after this heartbreaking event we did all of the typical beachy stuff, walked along the pier, went to the pub, spent millions on the 2p machines blah, blah, blah. But before I round this up and let you continue to read more useful blog posts I feel inclined to inform you of my new Birkenstocks every person EVER must purchase immediately. This purchase contributed to the £145 mentioned earlier.

They were definitely the best £60 I have ever spent. It was one of those purchases you just have to make, you connect with them and know that if you did not have them you would spend the rest of the Summer wishing you had those white and silver sparkly Birkenstocks to pair with that brand new white dress you bought in the Topshop sale.

Lots of love,

Sophia Xx