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.
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.
Explore, the world is your Oyster go and see it. Explore places and people everyone and everywhere has a different story, discover it.
Be open to learning and seeing new things, you can’t explore without being open and curious.
Do not always take people at face value, the first impression you get from someone is not everything .
No matter how alone you feel there is always someone who cares.
Tequila is never a good idea. Like seriously, never.
Love yourself, how other people view you is not the end of the world the most important thing is how you view yourself.
You are never going to please everyone so stop trying.
Not everyone is going to please you, so long as they are not hurting anyone why does it matter. Think before you speak.
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.
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.
It is okay to stay in your pyjamas some days. Life is tiring do not burn yourself out.
Laughing is the cure for everything.
DO NOT take anyone or anything for granted, nothing is guaranteed. Be grateful for everything, everyone and everyday.
Friends are important. They keep you sane and are as weird and wonderful as you, cherish them.
You do not have to drink alcohol to have fun.
Set your own goals and have crazy aspirations. You can only fly as high as your wildest dreams.
Take every day as it comes.
Enjoy every day is it comes.
Be kind and keep dancing like nobody is watching 😉
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.
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.
If you are at University and are desperate to explore and meet new people but you can’t quite make your student loan and weekend wages stretch (lets face it it is almost impossible) then I cannot stress how amazing volunteering at festivals is. It mildly indulges the cravings of the travel bug whilst being low cost, incredibly fun and in the same country!
Recently I volunteered at the funkiest festival I have ever been too, Latitude, with Hotbox Events. My weekend consisted of drinking a bit too much (as per), making new friends, listening to insane music and dressing up as a Pixie. Over the course of the weekend I completed three six hour shifts in the woods arena and faraway forest dressed as a Pixie. Our shifts of getting glittered up, wearing tutus and refining our bubble blowing skills. Whilst it was all bubbles and laughs there were some more serious aspects of our role including watching out for fires, potentially helping lost children and ensuring there was no trouble. Fortunately, we had none of the latter. Our shift pattern was 9am until 3pm on Friday, 3pm until 9pm on Saturday and 9pm until 3am on Sunday.
Whilst we weren’t on shift we were able to explore and get drunk, basically just laugh and party (maybe sometimes a little to hard eh Molly;) ). I got to relive my Isle of Wight experience by seeing the likes of George Ezra and Sigrid again whilst adding to my live music resume with the likes of Big Moon, Pale Waves and Loyal Carner. We had arguably the best shift spot being in the arenas as we got to listen to all of the DJ sets and groove whilst attempting to be super heros (we wish!). However, I did miss my absolute favourites the Magic Gang, but who needs to see them for the fifteenth time anyway *eye roll*.
Of course Latitude festival would not have been complete without the pink sheep, exhibitions in the forest and lake swimming. Although I am unable to say I actually swam in the lake, courtesy of a combination of working, seeing music and being slightly too hungover, I definitely wish I had. It was a weird and wonderful festival that was genuinely filled with people of all ages. I absoulutely loved watching in awe as glittery mums and dads had matching exotic festival outfits with their tiny tots that they hauled along in personalised festival carts.
There were a million different stages with a millon different genres of Acts for everyone to go and see. We would spend the daytime in the BBC Sounds stage, the evening by the Obelisk stage (main stage) and the night/early morning in the woods raving, singing and dancing to the DJs in the woods. We even broke Massaoke by singing to loud! There was comedy, poetry, music, drama and dance just to name a few with masses of huge names including Lena Dunham.
Although I volunteered with a friend from uni almost everyone we encountered were volunteering on their own. The idea of doing something like this on my own, without knowing anyone there is both terrifying and liberating. It is an experience I would definitely like to try, especially if everyone I met would be there too! There was a variety of ages from fresh out of schoolers to uni goers, parents and grandparents which enabled us to meet people from every walk of life.
Volunteering meant we had discounted food and I actually ate something more than just a burger all weekend (however that really wouldn’t have been too bad)! I branched out to chilli and chips and chicken and chorizo paella. We had our own staff toilets and showers meaning we were always able to go about our business without the worry of catching some form of disease from even just looking at the lock in the toilet and it was the first festival where I did not have to keep loo roll in my bumbag. I even showered and washed my hair everyday, basically making festival history!
Whilst I am undeniably glad to be back in my own bed and preparing to go on holiday tomorrow I cannot wait to get back to dancing in a muddy field with strangers at Reading. Camping and wellies will forever have a special place in my heart, even if the wellies didn’t make an appearance this time.
This is where you will find me until I am flush enough to get my butt to the other side of the world.
So I’ve been back to reality for a week now (or I had been when I wrote this, since then I disappeared to Latitude festival without any signal and where this post failed to upload, Latitude blog post is also now pending) so it is safe to say I am missing the blue skies, sandy beaches and incredible architecture that composes Barcelona. It seems only yesterday we were booking this trip and now it is over. We had the most incredible time and now I all keep thinking is when can we do it again!
Barcelona is home to some of the most elaborate buildings, beautiful beaches and the worlds strongest cocktails that are definitely worth the pricetag. We stayed at the Hotel Sehrs Carlit, a 15 minute walk from the Sagrada Familia. For us it was perfect, it was basic and we were constantly stepping on eachothers toes but considering we were only there to shower and sleep it was everything we needed.
Being quite a trek from the beaches and all of the sea side restaurants we quickly became accustomed to the Metro. The metro was a lot like the London underground but with air conditioning and a lot more pickpockets. One of said pickpockets almost stole my purse! Before anyone starts to lecture me yes I was careful, yes I had my bag accross my body and yes I held it close. I was letting an old lady sit down on the chair I was standing infront of and when I put my hand back on my bag it was open. Luckily the old lady had hit it out of someones hand so I managed to get it back. It was like a scene out of madagascar when the old lady hit Alex the Lion with her bag. To make it even more reminiscent of a kids cartoon everyone within our proximity started shouting and fighting on the train accusing eachother in order to find the culprits!
That was probably the most dramatic part of the holiday as the rest of it was spent roaming the streets, chilling on the beach and ooogling at Barcelonas many sights.
What we saw…
Whilst we saw a lot on our trip we oobviouslyyy was unable to see everything. However, we saw so much It is impossible to elaborate on all of it so here are a few of my favourie sights.
La Sagrada Familia La Sagrada Familia definitely did not disappoint. This was the sight people urged us to see the most and whilst we had every intention of seeing it we were unsure of it’s history. We took a leap and decided to get the audio tour, despite doing History at univeristy I am not usually that interested in the tours but it was the best decision. It really helped us appreciate the beauty and meaning behind every tiny detail in the church that we definitely would have missed otherwise. The most spectacular aspect is that it is not even finished and it is not expected to be finished until 2026!
Arc de Triomf Even though I saw this landmark with slightly foggy sight and a wobbly disposition, oh and in the dark, it was still incredible. It was abosolutely huunormous! We unintentionally stumbled upon it on our incredibly long walk home in the early hours of the morning after we had been for a few too many cocktails in the Gothic Quarter. This is one of the sights you intend to visit again just to get a better look in the light but you never quite get round to until the taxi back to the airport. Nonetheless I am very pleased I got to see this, unforunately I am unable to compare it to the French one as I have never been to Paris. 😦
The Gothic Quarter The quaint streets of the Gothic Quarter were a far but well invited cry from the business of Las Ramblas. Full of hidden restaurants, bars and clubs there were so many gems we wanted to uncover. We had the best cocktails sat in some tiny bars along the streets as we made our way to the Cathedral. I tried my first caipirinha which although I enjoyed it has definitely not transferred my allegiance from mojitos. They will always hold a very special place in my heart.
Las Ramblas Busy, bright and bustling are the best three words to describe this never end stretch of shops and restaurants. Almost the Oxford street of Barcelona, it is where we had the best Paella of our whole trip and the largest cocktail of our whole life. This is difficult considering we ate a total of 4 paellas and at least 35 cocktails each whilst in Barcelona.
Gaudi’s Architecture Whilst in Barcelona it is almost impossible to miss Gaudi’s architecture. He dominates the city with his intricate and meaningful designs pulling visitors of the city in every direction bursting to see his work.
Where we ate and drank…
Being in Barcelona for 6 days and 5 nights you can guess how many different restaurants we ate in but here are a few of our favourites. Bacoa This was undeniably the best burger I have ever had, I am renaming it the King of burger joints. It is reminiscent of the fast food joints everyone has learnt to know and love but you order with a ticklist chosing your meat, bun, extras, sources and side in an immense amount of depth. You then go and find a table in the cosy outdoor eating area where your food gets brought ot you. The best bit about it is that it is right on the seafront and is the perfect place to watch the sunset after a beach day.
Surf House By the end of this post you will all have realised I am a proper burger gal as I am about to again rave about this restaurants… you guessed it, burgers. This is obviously not the only food the restaurant sells as it is also home to healthy juices, salads, poke bowls, burritos, ribs and tacos. We went to this restaurant on our last whole day whilst incredibly hungover after our barcrawl the night before. The whole holiday we had been desparate to paddle board and this restaurant allowed us to fulfill our paddle boarding destiny. If you spend 15 € you get 45 minutes on the paddle boards, result! This was the best hangover cure, even if we did spend most of the time laying down on our boards rather than attempting to stand up. At least we ended up with those beachy surfer curls we always dreamed of, kinda, not.
El Rey de la Gamba This is the restaurant we ate at twice whilst away, unintentionally as there are 3 versions of it along the same street on the way to and from Barceloneta beach from the metro. Each time was as good as the last, we enjoyed paella (suprisingly), mussles and chips and calamari. All of the waiters were hilarious and each time we were given free sangria (not as good as those ‘mojitos’ and ‘sangria’ the men sell on the beach of course *raises eyebrows*). I think all we ate on this trip was fish, paella and burgers!
Last but not least before our flight home on the last day we had a takeaway pizza on the beach to feed my frequent need for pizza. It was the first time we tried out the beach by all of the clubs and I cannot for the life of me remember the restaurants name but lets appreciate it’s beauty below.
And there it is, the outline of our trip to Barcelona. Of course it would not have been complete without spending all of our money buying goods, massages and henna tattoos of donkeys with large areas (if you know what I mean) off all of the ‘salesmen’ on the beach. The highlight was when our beach umbrella was home to a fugitive when a woman selling mojitos silently took shelter whilst the police drove past the beach. We decided not to question her when as she was a pro at candy crush and left us a mojito when she left, a silent nod to our lack of acknowledgment.
We chilled out, explored and as usual got a little too drunk than necessary but we enjoyed every second. I now have the holiday blues, again, and can’t wait to get my butt back on the beach.
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.