Deirdre A La Onion Face

Bonjour kittens, just a quick post to hit you with. 

I'm not too sure if you remember my post titled "Deirdre Barlow barnacles, giant onions, cheese from Ethel and Clareodactyl" which basically contained ramblings about dinosaurs, my new geeky large specs and giant sized onions a few weeks back, if you don't then here's the link. Well anyho mofo, Adam a friend of mine, read my wee blog, found my ramblings about monster veg and giant glasses funny and made this image.

How awesome is that. Its Deirdre Onion face. I think it's mighty humorous myself. And I wanted to share it with you.
Oooh this has actually just reminded me of Liam Scarlino and the music video he made for his friends band Guildean Gang, which included numerous giant vegetables including a monster Broccoli. Go check it out, both the band and le video are mighty amazing. 
I'm in la video, see if you can spot me.

A Dandy Delight

The other day whilst exercising my favourite past time of 'charity shopping'  I found this charming little ornament. Now I know that it is definitely not to everyone's taste but I simply couldn't resist falling for its quaintness. Very naively made and painted its charm captured my heart. Admittingly looking at this figurine of a dandy fellow chap and his sailor attired 'gal and I couldn't help but think how much it reminded me of myself and Liam, if we were dandy people from the past of course, off on one of our adventures, gazing off into the sunset.

And now this bonny pair live on my dressing table.

Life, as I have known it (via graduating)

It has been a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining through my bedroom window as I lye on my bed in extremely comfy slouchy clothes, cheery music plays from my little Beartop and thoughts simmer in and out of my mind and drift out of the window and go dancing into the clouds above. 

I must admit it has been a while since my last entry, though life has been extremely busy within the last few months. First finishing uni at long last, though this caused a feeling of lost and bewilderment. The world in which I knew and lived for the last three years of my life had now finished. It felt like I didn't belong any more as I was no longer a student, I was technically unemployed. The last year of uni pushes you to the extreme, you're constantly working, draining you of all your energy, right until the very last moment then suddenly BANG that's it. Its over. You wake up and feel like you should be working, there's something you need so sew, photoshop or print, but there isn't. Which yeh was great, no more work, no more all nighters trying to get everything completed for the hand in. But the sudden halt was unsettling because you've gone from one extreme of working none stop to another extreme of nothing. 

I wont deny it, I was scared. Scared of what the future that I was almost nearing had in store for me. 

But if all this wasn't enough the second big drama was approaching. The BIG move home.

Now that was a scary fact to face. If anyone knows me, or has ever visiting my house, you could understand why I was daunted by the fact of packing. I had seemed to accumulated  a hell of a lot of jazz at my time at uni, including three wardrobes of clothes! But luckily I managed to pack everything up in the end, with a big thanks to Liam bee for all his help. 

So the move home came and went and now I occupy my time and life in my hometown of Birmingham. And may I just say that the unpacking was just as terrible as the packing! I daresay there are still boxes I still haven't unpacked yet.

And then along came the Graduation, so me, my mother and father toddled off back down to Kent for what seemed to feel like the last time I would ever make this journey. We stayed in a B'n'B in Rochester which was stated to be a river view but was more car park obscuring the river view. Oh well, at least it was clean, and I somewhat admired the dated quaint floral prints of the wallpaper and curtains, though some would think them tacky.

The graduation went well, the sun shined for us all so we could have a rain free happy day and pictures in toe. It seemed to be over in a matter of no time as we were soon all outside posing for our year photograph. I wore a prommy dress I made in nude Italian cotton I had left over from the collection, though it was barely visible under my Harry Potter robes.  I felt myself that the whole to-do was so like the Great Hall in Harry Potter with everyone in their black robes that it seemed the only person missing was Dumbledor himself. And oh! That darn hat was way too big for me and even though I had a gazillion hair grips pinning it to my head it still managed to wobble for the entire ceremony.

I have yet to see all the pictures from the day but here is one of me and Linzy before the ceremony began.

So now I am officially a graduate. And life's looking pretty dapper. I now work as head seamstress in Cow Vintage Warehouse in Birmingham which is totally awesome. I love vintage and now I spend my days rifling through and altering beautiful vintage dresses and clothing. Everyone at work seems lovely to say the least and I get 50% off so work is to put it simply great.

The sun has faded now, I feel a little thirsty and my eyes are a little fuzzy from Betty's screen so I feel I shall leave you little ones here as Maximo Park plays me out. Though I guess you canny hear that, ah well go youtube them now and enjoy.

Graduate Fashion Week doo dar

So it's graduate fashion week, exciting times? Maybe, maybe not. 

The week started with Liam's birthday, and I was so excited, more than I was for my own birthday.  I managed to drag him outta bed first thing so he could open his presents. Then we headed off for an adventure. 

Later that evening was the Rochester show, so it was a mad rush to get ready on time. I met Keighley and her entourage on the train where we had champagne and sandwich's. Keighley was so nervous as she was exhibiting her collection, but I knew in my heart she had no reason to be. The queue for the show was huge, and as we finally got in and took our seats the excitement and nerves rose. But as Keighley's collection came out as she held my hand tight, I felt so proud as her collection looked AMAZING! The models looked strong and powerful. They strutted down the catwalk in her metallic armoured clothes as her name shone above them. And not being biased but I feel Miss Hedgecock's collection Exoskeletal was the strongest women's wear collection from Rochester. Though all the students collections deserve a big round of applause and congratulations.  

So the show went well.

The following day Keighley and myself were enrolled to work upon UCA Rochester stand. Not too sure what it entailed we headed to London and to Earls Court 2 planning how we shall get home as the tubes went on strike at 7.00 pm and we were enrolled to work till 7.30, so the C1 bus was the decided route back to Victoria. Once arriving at the stand, I looked upon the tables to see if my work was there. My Visual Marketing Report and my look book was there. I felt a tingle to see them in this environment. But I wondered where my portfolio was. Upon asking several of the UCA tutors and receiving the same responce "Its here I've seen it, if its not out look under the stands". And so I did with Keighley holding the door open I searched under the stands where they kept the students work/collections and everyones bags and coats, which squished the collections they were thrown on top of. But no sign of my portfolio. And so I asked again, where this time I discovered that my collection book as well as my portfolio was supposed to be here at Graduate Fashion Week, exhibited for students and the industry to see. 

But just as my luck goes, my portfolio, which cost a dear amount of money, time and effect in order to show the world what I can do, and my collection book are now lost.

The university staff have no idea where both my portfolio and collection book are, and you have no idea how sick this made me feel when I found out. I almost cried. To be chosen to have my visual work exhibited at such an event is amazing as not everyone gets to show any of their work off, I felt so happy knowing my work could be seen by people and could lead to job or internship. I am by no means less angry now but a lot more calmer. At the time I just wanted to run over to my little books and save them from the ill fated hands of UCA. But I left them there thinking to oneself that at least they are here and can be seen, so it isn't all pooped. 

It was such a disappointing day, and disappointing is the word to describe the UCA Rochester stand. Compared to Epsom and the other stands ours seemed unprofessional and slap dash. Work looked thrown upon the tables, whereas the other universities seemed to have a lot of effort go into it. A lot looked like posh artistic boutiques which was exciting to the eye. I didn't feel excited to look at our stand, or to stand at it and say I am UCA Rochester. I felt it was a waste of time and money, I just wanted to leave for home, and as I was chatting to a friend about how hungry we were and how expensive the canteen place looked, a young lady approached us asking if we wanted a free icecream. I think amy and myself must of snatched her arm off. I had berry smoothy flavor and it was so yummy. After my free yummyness I felt a weeny bit better. I found out that you could get your portfolio's reviewed for free, which made me feel angry as how could I with my lost portfolio. But then I thought to myself, hang on. What about my two little books. So I decided to take them to get reviewed and explain the situation and see what they thought of them.

I was so lucky as they were just finishing for the day but they were kind enough to fit me in. I saw a lady who is a head designer for a River Island team, she was very lovely and professional and really loved my little books. She recommended I contact Denza as they are most knowledgable about the area I wish to go in to. I felt uber chipper that someone liked my work and even to quote 'couldn't find anything to fault it'. My smile was back but returning to the Rochester stand soon faded it. So me and Keighley left before the tube strike happened so we could get safe back to Victoria, where we had a delightful meal and a few glasses of wine juice.

I really hope that my work has just been forgotten at uni and isn't completely lost. Fingers crossed ay?

Well at least things went well for Keighley. I'm so proud of her!

Heres her amazing work.

And theres me at the stand by my work.

Here they are my two little books. They look so cute.

Clare Heart is here and now live

Hello, bonjour and good day.. And welcome to my blog thingy.

Oohhh boy, a lot has happened this past year and now it is all coming to an end.

I have finished university now so I am no longer classed as a student oh no.

I am now classed as unemployed and God does it feel pooey!

But wow the immense feeling of joy of having a stress free life. Well, for the time being.

Planplans are in the mix but for now I'm very much enjoying relaxing with the curly one.

We have been on some adventures since finishing uni for summer. Including an awesome trip to Broadstairs seaside, awesome ice cream's from Rochester, and venturing to Rochester's Sweep's and Dickens festivals. 

The latest adventure was a surprise present for Liam's 21st birthday, where I surprised him with a trip on a steam boat along the river Medway accompanied with a jazz jamboree. 

It was lovely though very cold, and was very funny as we were the youngest kittens there as the boat was full of pensioners. Though they were very sweet and adorable dancing to the jazz tunes and drinking their hot chocolates. And tomorrow brings more adventures, which shall be unravelled within another blog another day. So for now I shall stop boring you and say toodle pip as it is due time for PIMS O'CLOCK. 

To check out photo's from mine and Liam's adventures click here