Wow, so it’s nearly two weeks since I went M.I.A on this blog. I wrote a little post on where I was going & a little bit about why here. With a huge wave of Bloggers, it’s hard to get lost in a sea of sameness and I felt like I was floating in and out of that “sameness” myself. I’ve tried so hard these last few years to curate blog posts that don’t just showcase fashion but also have a good meaning behind them, too. Let truth be told a lot of it is down to the fact that I am hankering after a holiday. A long one. One where it’s not just a touchdown visit for a few days or one where I’m working quite intensely with a brand whilst I’m there. It’s been nice to not think about deadlines or what my weekly stats are like, I’ve just lived these last few weeks.
In the two weeks I’ve been away I headed to Anglesey with my husband for one of his races, it was wet, blustery and tiring but it was worth it for the rugged views and great company. Sipping endless G&T’s laughing with people that I would never have met and probably wouldn’t have even engaged with if I had.
The weekend that followed was the holy grail of weekends for me, Leeds Festival. I had been gearing myself up for this one and really wanted to shut down completely for it. If I’m honest it wasn’t the best weekend I have ever had there. Despite being 26 and still feeling relatively “cool” it became so apparent that the place was heaving with 16 year olds, fresh from their GCSE results, snorting a line of Ket to either celebrate or commiserate. Whichever way you looked at it, there didn’t look to be a soul that hadn’t done something of the illegal substance variety. Sadly, I witnessed the 17 year old that od’ing who passed away in the early hours of Sunday morning. A sight I’ll never forget. Despite all of this, there were a few bands, in amongst one of the shittiest line ups I have ever seen, that I wanted to watch. Blossoms (one of my personal faves!), Slaves (tremendous, just like last year!), Fickle Friends (Hello, I converse with them over social now, so does that make me cool?), Foals (Yannis, I love you.) and Disclosure (Y U NOT PLAY MAGNETS BBZ?). Finally Red Hot Chilli Peppers, the one singular and that could headline a full set (Festival Republic, please sort this “co-headlining” shit out. It sucks.) I was really looking forward to, plenty of bangers to get down to. I’m not sure where to start really, whilst it was a good set and plenty of classics played something felt “off.” I can’t explain it, Anthony Keidis just let me down as the front man, he heavily relied on Flea for the hype and it just sucked. I’m praying that next year, after all the bad press of how bands were treated and the general lack of security they come back in 2017 looking better, because if it wasn’t on our doorstep / cheap tickets I would not be wasting my money again.
I’ve also missed something vital out. I’ve had a little refresh over here on the blog. Nothing too f-f-fancy but something different that might just kick start me up the bum to fall back in love with blogging again. Things were feeling a little stale around here. Thanks to the lovely Kotryna Bass I’m feeling a lot more positive here on the blog.
September see’s me working on some amazing projects which I can’t wait to share with you. I’m back on it and hopefully will be back to share more, so thank you for sticking around whilst I’ve been a little bit M.I.A of late.
Bee xxx
