I haven't posted about any crafty activity for a while, mainly because I haven't done any, but am getting stuck into Christmas present making at the moment. My little room is gloomy and cold, but there is something so absorbing about sitting and making things with my hands, that carries me away into my imagination, or whatever the radio is burbling on about.
I also found the most amazing haberdashery in Portobello yesterday, I can't remember the name, but it was a proper old-fashioned place. I had a nice little daydream about living in some pink-painted Chelsea mews, and spending all my money on ribbon.
I have also been thinking, unfortunately, about Georgina Baillie (of the Sachs-gate affair) who seems to be creeping into Metro-style gossip pages with worrying regularity. I don't want her to be famous, simply because she wants so much to be - she was even in the Guardian over the weekend, choosing her books of the year. She chose, and I can't work out whether this is with a sense of irony, or a lack of self-awareness of quite bintish proportions, Russell Brand's My Booky Wook, helpfully pointing out his suspect treatment of women.
Against my will, I do quite like the fact that she is quite unashamedly goth though. I also went to Camden over the weekend, and was disappointed that the place where I used to go as a chain-bedecked teenager is just a tourist-thronged market of mass-production stripey tights and slogan T-shirts. Apart from Georgina, where have all the goths gone?!
