renegade craft fair at the old truman brewery

i headed out on sunday - despite the bloody awful weather, and made my way to the old truman brewery for this year's renegade craft fair. i've been a couple times now, and each time i look forward to seeing the designers and makers i've followed on instagram for what seems like forever, selling their wares in the flesh. i always know i'll come back with a handful of business cards and instagram handles and etsy shop names to check out when i get home, and i know, i just know, that i will always miss out on finding something excellent.

i found some of the notonthehighstreet regulars - hello harriet, oh no rachio! (i finally snapped up a totes! tote from rachel) and ladybird likes, but sadly missed out on seeing a favourite laser cut jewellery designer/maker of mine, kim from finest imaginary. i did however discover a new favourite shop this weekend - and smile, run by pink-haired viktorija. a couple of her adorable hand drawn and painted brooches were snapped up for christmas present, but it wasn't until i got home that i realised she'd popped a little surprise in the bag for me! officially a new favourite, purely for the customer experience element.

i was only in the hall for less than an hour before i'd had enough. the crowds, the cold, my nose constantly running.. there was a lot to see, but sadly nothing i hadn't seen there last year. i suspect i need to broaden my indie designer/maker circle, and find some new artists to follow.

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ilumi | week [whatever] update

if you've been reading about my ilumi journey, then you're basically up to speed with my plight. if you're only catching up now, you can read the original post and the first update to get better acquainted. what i really need to let you now right now is how busy i've been this week. it's made it really hard to stick to the meal plan, because i have been out a lot for dinner. i honestly don't know how any (single people anyway) one in london sticks to any kind of diet, with all the socialising that needs to be done to shape some sort of social life.

anyway, the plan was to eat the meal plan during the week and then eat what i want at the weekend. while in brighton, we mostly ate burgers. i went out with charlotte on tuesday, and mostly ate burgers and drank wine. at the gaslight anthem gig on wednesday, mostly beer. at taste of london, mostly... well, everything. so it's been a hard week to stick to anything, really. especially when my new egg poacher arrived last week and all i wanted to do was make eggandbaconallthethings... you know... i don't know how to poach an egg. so i got an egg poacher (you know, like a fry pan type thing with egg cups atop that i assume the egg goes in?) to help me. except, i have no actual idea how to use the egg poacher. there were no instructions on the literature. do the manufacturers at british lion eggs just assume that everyone knows how to use a contraption such as this? well, i don't (as an aside, while googling just what to do with it, i fell down a wikipedia black hole, and found out how many calories in an egg. honestly, the more you know; i had no idea they were so low in calories, because of how everyone goes on about the cholesterol content! i digress...), and now i can't have eggandbaconallthethings until someone learns me how to do the thing. ugh!

another point to note (not about eggs, thank fully) is that when i ordered my 28 day supply of ilumi foods, i didn't really... aim for variety. laura at work is doing the meal plan too, and every day she has something new and tasty sounding. i have... basically the same five meals. which is totally ok, because they're all really tasty, but... the same five meals every week is... a bit boring. so if you've what i was eating during the last week, chances are, that's what i've been eating this week. just with more added burgers.

things to note: i don't seem to be reacting to the ingredients the way i was in the first week, thankfully. i have, however, become increasingly more unwell. does that even make sense? increasingly more unwell? whatever, sick. head coldy. mum thinks possibly the lack of 'real food' - i.e. greens and such, have deteriorated my immune system. even though i have been eating greens with my meals when i can, she'e probably right. also: i don't really eat that much gluten normally, so it's not a gluten intolerance that makes me uncomfortable of a meal time. know what it might be? overeating. the portion control has left me 'satisfied', if not 'full', and i think this means i've been overeating; eating until i hurt, not eating until i'm satisfied.

what a revelation to make at thirty, huh.

snapshots | day two in oslo

day two started out with an early hangover, and an extra-super expensive breakfast from the world's most reliably expensive coffee shop. we took our drinks to go and wandered slowly back up the way we'd stumbled home the night before, headed for the capital's key tourist hot spots; first stop was the national theatre and parliament house, a mere ten minute walk from the hotel. handy! 

we then wandered up to the royal palace, and had ourselves a wee impromptu photo shoot amongst the prettiest yellow leaves we'd ever seen (sorry not sorry for all the leaf porn... it was all just so damn pretty!). the guards at the palace are not as professional as ours here in london, and were also very specific about how close you could get to their posts... grumpy guard is grumpy! displeased with the clear lack of joy among those in service to the royals, we blew raspberries at them, and went on our way.

from there, we headed to the fjord. shame about the weather, because with all the low cloud and rain, we could barely see two metres in front of our faces. gutting really, as we'd planned to do a fjord tour after hearing such great things about it from friends who have been before (in the summer, i might add)... oh well, harden up, so they say.

we bought our tickets and went off to kill some time in the fortress until our departure time. once out on the fjord... freezing. absolutely freezing. and wet, let's not dismiss how utterly wet it was. and, we had the company of some incredibly loud italians who wouldn't shut the eff up long enough for us to be able to hear a damn thing that was being said by the tour guide. the tour lasted two of your great norwegian hours. an hour and a bit in, we went inside. yep - there was an inside. did i not mention that? oh. initially we sat outside thinking we'd see more. *staring face emoji* we didn't.

once back on solid ground, we headed for vigeland sculpture park, as pretty much everyone who knew we were headed to oslo told us to go there. their exact recommendation was "you have to go to that weird sculpture park while you're there," so naturally, we did. i honestly don't think that "weird sculpture park" really gives this place justice... i mean, from the website: "vigeland park is a result of one man's artistic obsession and a lifetime of work dedicated to the human form. the park contains 212 (!?!??!!) bronze and granite sculptures created by norwegian sculpture gustav vigeland."

it's a sight to behold, that's for sure. i mean, there are hardly words to describe. we wandered, not quite sure why, around the park for probably far too long, before we decided to retire to our warm room for some recharge and to debrief from our weird day. when hunger called, we headed across the road to the infamous illegal burger where we continued the tradition of not eating norwegian food. although i suppose food that is famous in norway counts as norwegian food? well, in this case it must.

#gigvember | rise against at brixton academy

rebekah's second favourite band. their second london gig in four years. brixton academy. pennywise as their support act. rise against, not rage against the machine (*shakes head*). givmember.

that is all.

joules ss15 | hot off the press

i was lucky enough to head down to the joules ss15 presss event last wednesday on my lunch break. beautifully set out in a stark white and empty space inside the hospital club in covent garden, i grabbed lauren and lucy from from the office, and met up with tom outside. inside, we found rails and rails of pretty pastel dresses, bursting bright knits and fun printed wellies in all shapes and sizes. and then we found the photo booth. even though we clearly weren't very good at it.

so many pretty things coming to a joules store near you early next year.