A Proper Saturday

A day off.  Everyone but everyone needs a day off.  At least once a week, ideally.  But – at least once EVER, for certain.

Today was my day off.  I tend to have one every Saturday.  Clare looks after The Maisonette and I officially get to step away from the computer.  I say I officially get to step away from the computer.  Sometimes, day off or not, I end up pottering away on some piece of Made in the Shade work that niggles at my brain.  In this bid to be kinder to myself and my family this year, I’m desperately trying to enjoy days off.  Thing is – every time Saturday comes around, I face the same dilema.  What to do?  If I spend the day being domestic – filling the dishwasher, doing laundry, tidying up and doing a bit of nesting, is that a well spent day?  Or – if I decide to leave the mess that’s accumulated during the previous 6 days to fester for the next 6 and devote my day to some quality couch time eating violet cremes and watching The Jolson Story – have I wasted my time?  If I decide to get out and about – go outside, meet someone for a cup of tea and a chatter and maybe do some window shopping on the local charity shop trail, when do I get to sit on my ass and relax?  I need three days off.  One to be domestic, one for lounging and one for being a normal person who engages in conversation and fun times with friends and loved ones.  Can we arrange that please?  No?

Today, still riding the wave of sociable-ness I grabbed on Thursday, Beardy and I decided to ditch the chores and head down town like normal people.

With our tummies a-rumblin’, our first stop – Chopstix.  Chopstix is a funny Chinese canteen in a fairly ugly part of town near the train station.  Vaguely reminiscent of a dinner school (where all the dinner ladies are Chinese men), Chopstix offers up wonderfully massive boxes of delicious, freshly cooked rice and noodle dishes on plastic trays.  The metal chair legs make a horrible scraping noise on the tiled floor.  It’s not really a place to hang out – more of a quick stop fill up station. Beardy scoffed some salt & pepper chicken and I munched through every last nugget of sweet and sour yummness before we headed next door to the music store to spend some gift vouchers we got for Christmas but hadn’t had a chance to cash-in until now.

There's something about eating food from a box.

The Fopp trip (Fopp’s the music shop), took up more time that we expected.  I was my usual indecisive self.  With an armful of books, cds and movies, the sifting process was a sore one as I plumped to leave behind the Jesus & Mary Chain boxset, zine compendium and Single Man dvd.  However, I did eventually purchase these…

Belated gifts from Santa

Next up, we trotted round the corner to the  Sub Club.  A veritable den of iniquity and dirty techno most weekends, this afternoon the club was playing host to Glasgow’s newest fashion event, pop-up styling shindig, Bold Souls.  Not sure what to expect exactly, I realised pretty quickly that I wasn’t nearly cool cat enough not to stick out like a sore, poorly dressed thumb as I wandered round the makeshift fashion booths and make-over pods.  However, I did enjoy ooh-ing and aah-ing at beautiful handmade collections by Jennie Loof, Sew Vintage and Margolily.  Oh – and a fella from fancy style blog, Les Garcons de Glasgow took my picture – but I’m guessing more as a ‘what not to do’ example than anything else.  Wearing my hat backwards and with a button missing from my coat, I was hardly rockin’ the street style vibo!

Carrie: Style Calamity

Inspired/shamed by my lack of catwalk cool at Bold Souls, I hit the shops in search of something new, something different, something a little bit out of character.  For years now I’ve been mocking up my own 40s/50s esque, part Pink Lady, part granny chic look.  These days?  I’m hankering for change.  Just as I’ve become a bit bored with Glasgow, with the colour of the walls in my hallway and the tv schedule, I’ve become a bit bored with myself. I dragged poor Beardy round every clothing fixture in H&M for at least an hour, as I picked up items I’d usually walk straight past.  I pondered whether I ought to try squishing my ass into a peg leg troo.  Then thought I might be better off hiding it with a harem pant.  I wondered if I might be able to ‘work’ a floor length knitted dress?  A deep v-neck jumbo knit jumper?  Leggings?  Smock tops?  Riding jackets?  I took a little selection of bits to try on and emerged rather smug that the peg-leg troo plan worked out for the best.  Sold.  Oh – and I went a little bit wild in the hoisery section, but then, I did have to splurge on some new footsie wear to compliment my oh-so-special clogs!

And now I’m at home.  I’m watching a movie as I type and thinking in the back of my mind that maybe if I hadn’t spent yet more cashola I don’t have on bobby socks, I just might be able to order myself a pizza.

Japanese Clogs from Supermarket Sarah

Last week, I happened upon a flippin’ great website run by Sarah Bagner, aka Supermarket Sarah.

Bringing together interesting and beautiful objects with vintage finds and work by new designers, Sarah’s unique shoppable wall installations made my heart whirr and my eyes light up!

One of Supermarket Sarah's wall displays!

Look at the giant cateye specs! Love 'em.

I’ve borrowed these pics from the Supermarket Sarah website.  Go visit and browse tonnes more wall displays!

The purse-strings in the Maclennan household are pretty much always tied tight, loosened only to buy noodles and yellow sticker M&S products -  but I just couldn’t resist a couple of Supermarket treats so I  gnawed through the double knot and spent a ‘lil pocket money on myself!

After a few hairy moments when I feared my parcel might never show up (I was so excited and not at all good at the ol’ patience thing…) the postman gave a rat-a-tat-tat on the door yesterday and brought me these beautiful things…

New (old) plastic beakers! Perfectly pretty fizzy pop recepticles.

Hanging heart deco. Busy doing homework :)

Hanging deco on the flipside. Welcome!

And now – for the big finish…  My vintage Japanese clogs!

All mine.

Although not one to worship material goods as rule, I am not even the slightest bit ashamed to admit that these additions to my home/wardrobe have truly brightened my life!  It’s true.  And I care not a jot. Thanks Supermarket Sarah!

Allo Darlin’

Well I’ve certainly honoured my resolution to get out and about more this week.  This blogging lark really does force a gal to get up off the sofa and re-engage with her surroundings!  I’ve even talked to some strangers AND caught up with some friends.  Wowsers.   Following a boozy evening of fun times and much guffawing with Clare and our favourite Meat Men on Thursday, my fella and I stepped out again last night for dinner, drinks and gig action out west at The Captain’s Rest. Although a little rough round the edges to begin with, a carbohydrate boost,  the discovery of Tsing Tao beer and some rib tickling banter with funny friends and loved ones soon perked me up, up, up.

Last summer, Clare and I embarked upon a little DIY SOS style refurbishment of our shop.  Every day, as we painted and hammered and moved things around from one display area to another, we listened to BBC 6music for hours and hours at a time.  This song was playlisted at the time and sneaked into just about every show we heard.

Much to Clare’s annoyance, every single time the happy bassline intro bumped onto our radio, I’d say, “Oh!  This is a nice wee song.  Who’s this?” – never remembering that Clare had already explained to me that the song was by Allo Darlin’ and that yes – it was indeed a ‘nice wee song’.  Every day.  Bum.  Bum ba ba bum.  Bum ba ba ba ba bum.  “Oh!  Who’s this?  That’s a nice wee song…” Poor Clare.  Eventually I did remember, of course.  When we reopened The Maisonette after the refurbishment, Clare made another of her fabulous shopping soundtrack compilations and on there was another little ditty by Allo Darlin’ – Kiss Your Lips (or at least – I’m guessing that’s what it’s called).

Allo Darlin'. Image from band's website.

On the basis of my love and excitement for these two songs, we  decided to see if we could wangle a little guest pass to the Allo Darlin’ show at The Captain’s Rest (muchos gracias to John).  If Loneliness Was Art was track number one.  Hoorah!   I bounced, I whooped, I jiggled my hips and smiled broadly from start to finish, singing along under my breath. I realised quite quickly though (probably by the end of track two) that Allo Darlin’ were maybe a little bit too sugary sweet for me.  I love an upbeat bouncy number as much as the next person – and I do enjoy a sing-a-long-a-ba-ba-ba/sha-la-la chorus, but I did become uncomfortably aware that I was probably having a nice time on behalf of my 14-year-old self as opposed to my actual 31 year old self.  Undoubtedly upbeat and catchy, a ‘lil bit Dawson’s Creek, annoyingly contagious and just the right amount of London/Oz ‘cool’ – these guys and gals would have been definite teen favourites.  Their album would have been a permanent fixture in my cassette player. I’m sure of it.

I hung around long enough to hear favourite Allo Darlin’ song number II (about two thirds of the way through the show I guess?)  but then decided to put Beardy out of his misery and suggest taxi time!  Poor Beardy…  While I bobbed around and shoogled myself about in tandem with the super energetic, super smiley moustachioed bassist, I could feel my poor husband practically clench.  He stood absolutely still behind me. No whooping.  No nodding.  Not even a toe tap.  I’m not even sure he managed to muster up a polite applause.  Sensing his bad vibes and feeling a bit sorry that I made him accompany me on this little bubblegum jaunt, I dragged 14 year old me up the stairs and into the street!  Bless his woolly cardigan.  We plumped for taxi, tea and television.

Cosied up by midnight.

Live/Work in London Town

Welcome to the very first installment of ‘A Life Curated’. It would be super easy for me to make this ‘lil feature all about outlandish, crazy-talk day dreams of living in a $1m mountain villa in California, hob nobbing with imaginary celebrity pals and hanging out in fancy bars decked out in the finest couture.  I’ve decided instead though, to daydream in a semi-realistic way!  This life is ‘curated’ keeping  financial constraints, my actual job, where I might like to end up on my wiggly career path and my real-life interests in mind.  I can also assure you that with my practically see-through blue-ish skin and pot belly (size varies), I probably wouldn’t fit in too well in LA!  I can see you furrowing your brow.  You’re thinking, “Well, now.  With the world as your oyster and the internet at your fingertips, why be a party pooper and choose not dive right in to Carrie’s Pretend Life on imagination hyperdrive?”  Well, y’see…  I like to think that maybe these  slightly different, slightly more exciting versions of my life aren’t completely out of the question, I guess.

Right now, I can’t get London Town out of my head.  Until recently,  I had no desire to relocate, no real desire to set up home somewhere else.  Heck – moving to the east side of the city was a big enough leap for me!  But lately? I’ve fallen out of love with Glesga Toon a wee bit.  Were I to pack my bags right now and head off on an adventure – this is (roughly) where I’d end up…

Brick Lane, East London

The very idea of live/work  makes me feel giddy. Imagine!  A combined live/work space!  Now – I’m not coo-ing over the notion of working on the computer from my living room sofa or managing an online store from the kitchen table – I mean effectively integrated yet well defined live/work space.  Better still, imagine how inspiring it would be to set up home and studio in a community of likeminds.  Some people might shudder at the thought of setting up life in an industrial building with a bunch of photographers and film makers, but for me, this is an exciting prospect and one that’s appealing to me more and more.  Beardy would have a cordoned off area for his photography work.  I’d create a little sewing station.  I’d have a proper desk and proper shelves to store my notebooks.  I’d make a giant pin board wall for all my pretty papers and most-loved objects. I’d….  I’d….  !

I love this industrial brick/metal combo with bright green pipework!

I want a front door like this

Openplan living isn’t really something I’ve hankered after.  I do enjoy little nooks and crannies to hide away in when I need a quiet moment – and, I’m pretty sure that Beardy could do without overhearing my renditions of Patsy Cline numbers as I  perform infront of the mirror of an evenin’.  The thought of eating and sleeping in the same space gives me the heebie jeebies.  Let’s face it, I like to leave my dinner time washing up until breakfast time next day and I don’t fancy snoozing with the whiff of baked beans on toast (for this is, of course would be my staple meal as a Londonite!) floating round.  But – all that said,  these are some of my very favourite live/work properties  – most of which DO have perfect nooks and delightful crannies perfect for for singing in, writing things down in and eating biscuits in.

Look at those windows! I adore the idea of living in an industrial building. Harsh and stark on the outside. Cosy and homely on the inside. Dream home.

The ground floor of this factory studio has room enough for dedicated workspace and a slob-around area. Perfect!

Could this be one divine bedroom? Bedroom + hidey nook? Or an amazing, bright, airy workstation?

Now. These might look like rickety sinks. But with some clever styling, I could turn this into a fresh his & hers bathroom!

This may be a tiny sliver of outdoor space - but it's room enough for a pretty pot plant or two. Perfect mag reading/letter writing spot!

To wham dreams up a notch and look at slightly grander (and not really that realistic at all)  prospect, I’d be up for the challenge of sprucing  this baby right on up there…  A lick of paint, a couple of partition walls, a bit of insulation – Beardy and I would be rockin’ and rollin’ all over this warehouse given half a chance!  Not only would we each have a dedicated work ‘wing’ at either end of the property, but our living space would be big enough to host a regular barn dance!

Wow.

I think I’d like this funny little raised area to be my office.  I’d paint up the stairs and colour the window frames bold and bright.  I’d dedicate a whole area of the office to storing the typewriters I’ll buy up from flea markets and car boots.  Oh  and I’ll create a special library dookit where I’ll catalogue stacks and stacks of magazines.

Wheep!

One day…  One day.

(Images by Spaced Up)

My New Blog. Welcome.

Hello.  I’m Carrie.  I’m not the kind of girl you’d marry.  Though, remarkably – somebody did.  Marry me, I mean.  If you were to speak to my husband now, I wonder if  he wouldn’t tell you in retrospect that he must have been out of his mind to think that making a lifelong commitment to co-habit with a woman with a severe hoarding habit and an obvious and ever-problematic addiction to root beer and sweet potato pie would be all plain sailing.

This is me. And that's my husband.

Yup.  This chap stood proudly in a big tent in an up-north carpark infront of all our friends and loved ones and promised to love me, to cherish me and honour me – despite my paper and stationery fetish, my impulse purchasing of vintage sewing ephemera and  seeming inability to leave a secondhand store or charity shop without a basket full of treasure (which, of course, he will later refer to as ‘tat’).

This is my paper box. I need a second one. Or a giant bureau!

I know I’m not easy to live with.  I get a terrible churning feeling in my tummy if the cutlery drawer isn’t tidy.  I cry if the dishwasher isn’t filled neatly in order to gain  full  loading  capacity.  I’m scared of dogs, spiders and most varieties of  melted cheese.  I never make the bed and I leave notebooks and pens lying around in pretty much every room of the house.  I am quite the catch!

So.  This is my new blog.  I spend so much time blogging and Facebook-ing and Twitter-ing for my business (Oh yes!  I run my own business with my friend Clare.  I should have said that.  It’s called Made in the Shade.  We run our shop, The Maisonette and we organise craft & vintage events, promoting the work of clever designer makers. I love my job.  I’m sure there’ll be more chat about that as we go on! Work is never far from my mind).  Actually, it’s exactly that issue that sparked me to start my very own blog.  As I was saying, I spend so much time Facebook-ing and Twitter-ing for Made in the Shade that I rarely get a chance to think about anything that isn’t related to Made in the Shade.  I thought that maybe by carving out a little niche for myself here, I might land myself a new hobby or a reinvigorated social life.  If there’s one way to make a gal get out there and do something, it’s to blog about getting out there and doing something!  Once you’ve typed it, there ain’t no taking it back, is there?  So – I’m hoping that my blog will provide a little light relief for me – and a little evening time read for you, maybe.

Things I love but don't know what to do with.

You’ll find me here most days -  chatting about local goings-on, day-dreaming about living somewhere warm, ooh-ing and aah-ing at pretty things I’ve found online or sharing pics of my latest charity shop haul.  I’ll likely talk about my house a lot and I’m sure some fashion chat will arise. Not that I’m a fashionista or anything – just that I really like looking at beautiful things.   I’ve recently learned to sew for a book I was writing (you’ll be able to read it when it’s published this summer!) and so I’m certain that my crafting calamities and sewing tangles will afford you a smirk or a giggle on a blue day. Now and again you might even find the odd recipe to enjoy!  Who knows!  My life is a jumble.  My blog is a jumble.

A collection of sewing bits that live on the cakestand on top of the old piano.

I’m kicking things off with three regular features.

1.  My Fizzy Pop

Aside from the odd hot chocolate or once-in-a-while morning cup of tea, I’m not a huge fan of hot drinks.  Even the smell of coffee upsets me.  So – over the years, I’ve become quite the connoisseur of fizzy pop and fruity tipples!  Always on the hunt for unusual or exotic flavours, I’ll share some soda stories with you on a regular basis. If you find any interesting fizzy pops on your travels, I want to hear about ‘em.  Heck!  Even send me some!  Tell me what you think of my reviews any time you like.

Just one of my favourite fizzy pops!

2.  The Nesting Project

I’ve lived in my flat now for about 8 years.  Despite grand plans and colour-coded ‘to do’ lists, somehow the poor house isn’t quite afforded the attention it deserves and is a bit rickety round the edges.  Most rooms have made some progress over the past couple of years (well, we have a kitchen now – that’s a pretty good start), but my poor bedroom is more ‘thrift store sorting bay’ than the ‘comfortable, cosy nest’ I dream of.  To help me commit to The Nesting Project – I’ve made it a regular blog feature!  If you happen to notice that I’ve not shared any news on the ‘fix the bedroom’ front for more than a week – you have my full permission to poke me with a paintbrush and demand some action.  Once the nest is built, we’ll move on to some other DIY makeover type endeavour!

The latest addition to the living room in The Nesting Project - a green chiffon lampshade. Bought for £2.

3.  A Life Curated

No matter how hard I try, I can’t control absolutely every aspect of my life.  Sometimes things go my way.  Sometimes they don’t.  Light bulbs blow, it rains, my arms get tangled up in the ripped lining of my jacket, I lose my earmuffs, I burn the pie, the cat is sick on the bath mat… You know – these things happen.  But!  They don’t happen in my ‘Life Curated’ feature!  No, no.  Here – I pick and choose just how I’d like everything to be.  A little break from normal life, I guess, in this feature I share some daydreams of living somewhere else.  Expect inspiring cities, super-cool homes, wowser interiors and some shocking delusional chatter.

Let’s see how we get on and where we might end up.

Adios for now.  I leave, in search of pie.  I shall return.