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A print for your weekend.
By Yellow Button Studio.
It’s raining. Unsurprising for Scotland, right? But really, in May?
The answer is, of course in May. Of course it’s raining in May for the first year that I’ve finished my exams before June in three years. I don’t mean to complain. This sort of disruptive weather behaviour is just like Scotland. So instead of picnicking with my vintage teacup picnic set (major apologies that I haven’t shown you it yet, because it is awesome) and moving away from winter-tights and boots combo that I am still forced to wear, I am embarking on indoor activities:
Mostly indulging in:
a) a new found love of scrabble, and a new awareness that I’m rubbish at scrabble
b) a confusing read through Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel
c) indoor exercise in the form of pop pilates
d) a growing addiction to the over-dramatised Australian Masterchef
Hope you are finding similarly enjoyable ways to spend your rainy days.
Print by Laura Amiss on Etsy.
Here’s a picture of a red head bride wearing an amazing wedding dress. You’re welcome.
From over here.
Oh my word, beautiful.
(via tinywhitedaisies)
How nice are these Shakespeare tiles? Found in the bathrooms at the People’s Palace, Glasgow.
Dress and veil, beautiful. All pictures by Chloe Ferres
It was the back that I fell for really.
Pictures by Chloe Ferres
Alright ladies (and lads), here she is. Here’s my wedding dress. Found by my sister, and, like the stories I’ve heard from lots of other brides, not at all what I was looking for.
I was planning to go for something strapless, vintage and lacey. But all those dresses made me look ok (read: a bit frumpy) and I felt like I was wearing someone else’s wedding dress. This one, however, had Anna written all over it.
Sorry for the distant silence. It had a lot to do with exams and having to learn statistics and being in the library all the time.
But now that is all behind me.
And here’s my approach to the upcoming months: 
That will involve language learning, baking, having people round for dinner, watching New Girl and attempting pilates.
Sounds good.
Oh and I’m also going to blog all about my wedding dress. Tomorrow, almost certainly.
Ladurée Macarons.
Macarons: rose, milk chocolate, raspberry, blackcurrant violet, orange blossom, almond marshmallow, salted caramel, strawberry.
I’ve been so distracted with exams recently that I’ve forgotten to get rest of London pictures up. And I’m not sure how I could have forgotten this important detail: a trip to Ladurée - the home of Les Macaron.
I’ve had had a love/hate relationship with macarons for about 3 years. I first discovered them in a little patisserie in Monmarte on a weekend trip to Paris. The colourful disk shapes looked pretty tasty and authentic, so I thought I’d go ahead an order one. Framboise, s’il vous plaît.
That was the start of the love: the little almondy merguines filled with ganache in oh so many flavours. Perfect in every way, and almost entirely unavailable in Glasgow or Edinburgh. At least in 2009. And so began the hate. The perfect little disks are also incredibly difficult to bake, even for a seasoned baker. They are much, much more demanding than cupcakes, despite what the cover of Good Food told me (I’ve distrusted the magazine every since.) I have a food-addicted friend who once baked 11 batches of imperfect macarons before his worried girlfriend felt she had to intervene.
So - macarons. Tricky but delicious. Available all Sydney (see some beautiful from a fellow macaron lover over here) but none to be found, or baked, in Scotland.
I hope that explains why London - at least the friday afternoon - was such a big deal. London meant Macarons. Macarons in front of St Paul’s with my husband on a surprisingly sunny afternoon. It was a gift.
Looking in the window at the Red Door Gallery.
Prints by David Fleck, Exhibition at the Red Door Gallery.
Joppa by David Fleck, exhibition at the Red Door Gallery.
