The Craft Evening
Writing this a few days after my first evening of the Christmas season I can verify this is still a firm favourite. It seems everyone has a bag of feathers, tin of sequins and pot of glue under their bed and this evening just makes use of it all. I managed to grab 30 plain cards for £2 at our local bargain shop and then headed to the local supermarket for sachets of googly eyes and glitter. Everyone brought a dish or mulled wine spliting costs even further. Switching on a Christmas album confirms that the holiday season has begun.
Making your own ‘zine
Take inspiration from the Pamflet girls and just do it! (I promise I’m not endorsing Nike here). Editorial meetings in Starbucks and photo-shoots in marshes – my friends and I may be students on a time budget but I don’t think I’ve done something so creative and fun since GCSE art. Issue one is underway and deadlines are stretched as frequently as my Primark jeans but slowly and surely it’s getting there. Staples, home printers and sisterly-quarrelling are all ingredients in a soon to be ‘zine.
Usually this game is a two player involving my sister and I but this year I was determined to acquire at least two different jumpers and a new skirt all for free. And no my name isn’t Charles Peace. Another evening with a bottle of red and a Christmas album produced four new jumpers, a dress, two blouses and a skirt. By gathering four other friends we constructed a strict game plan; items were to be returned after four weeks, washed. You break it, you buy it. Bring size-friendly items, for example no jeans/trousers instead bring skirts with elasticated waists that can go up and down a size, dresses to be cinched with belts and accessories that require no size at all
Like scrap-booking but instead with an agenda. Living in a Wuthering Heights climate leaves evenings where stepping outside would be considered ridiculous unless you plan to hair dry your loafers. Instead compiling, slightly neurotic, A4 sheets of my favourite food/people/places leaves me a little happier. A bit like a Top Trumps of the world I have a page of Muiccia Prada and her life, a dedicated paragraph to why I love Bandol in France, the best shops in my town (because sometime when I pass TopShop every day I need to remind myself where the real gems are) and one page dedicated solely to dissecting why I love one of Luella Bartley’s dresses. And you thought I’m a Celebrity was the only thing to do on a Saturday night…
Co-founder and co-editor of Pamflet. Bookworm, bluestocking, Brown Owl. Loves Garconnes style, reading, writing, ranting and raving. Gin snob.