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[Wed May 19, 2010 at 10:15pm] [ mood | creative ] May was a very busy month in the Turpin family art exchange. My collage for my brother is finished, and I have sent it off. Its of pictures of various flowers all together. It is a little feminine, but I still think Nick will very much enjoy it. ( Lisa's collage spello taped in ) I took a picture of it, to share with everyone before I sent it off. It might be crap, it might not be. I just want Nick to like it. When I get home, and I can use the metal cutters, I'm going to do a wire sculpture of the Eiffel Tower for my sister. I've been really inspired by working with my art right now, and not so much with my sewing. After making that last dress, I'm getting a little burnt out. I'm still going to finish that tee shirt for Gabi, but after that, I'm taking a break. I don't want to burn myself out on my sewing. I still have summer clothes to make. I'm thinking of cutting my hair off when I get home for the summer. Not too short, just a little bob or something. Clara Bow style. She is the most interesting starlet in the world, and I love her sense of style. I just don't know if I have the jawline to pull it off. Nick might come up and meet me in Hogsmeade. I could really use some quality Nick time, I can't even deny it. He's the thing I'm missing the most about home right now. 2 : comment

[Sun Apr 25, 2010 at 2:16pm] [ mood | cheerful ] I know everyone probably gets so tired of hearing the about the Turpin family art exchange, but I find it to be so lovely. I started on a lovely college for my brother Nick, well, I at least started sending him pictures for his own college. Since it's nice outside, how wonderful is that by the way? I went down the lake, and saw the most precious turtle in the world. I had to take a picture of it, and I thought maybe Nick would appreciate a nature theme, since the only time he really goes outside is to go to the pub, come home from the pub, and to set up his art work. ( Picture tape in ) He was so adorable, I thought I would share him. I finished one of my spring dresses last night, it looks rather all right. It's black and white striped, I love black and white stripes. It's just a simple, three quarter length sleeve tee shirt dress. I'm going to wear it with my black ankle boots, and maybe some thigh high fishnet stockings if it's too cold to go bare legged. It didn't actually take me that long to sew, and I can get started on the custom tee shirt I'm making for my sister Gabi. Rhinestones, and I found a chain with little Eiffel towers on it. I think a punk rock look would suit her nicely really. Something totally different. Why be boring with your clothes? I don't understand why people play it so safe. Clothes are meant to have fun with. I'm going to start on the lovely butter biscuits Gabi sent me, because clearly I need to eat more sweets. No question about that. 19 : comment

[Sat Mar 27, 2010 at 9:13pm] [ mood | cheerful ] My last picture came today. From my brother Nick, and the collage is finished. It's lovely and wonderful, and I'm really happy it came. But I'm kinda sad too, because I feel I have nothing to look forward to getting in the mail. Maybe I should start sending him something, so he has something to look forward to getting in the mail. I'll start making him a collage, or maybe I'll send him little pins, or bits of made things. It's getting warmer, and less gloomy. I'm going to start on my spring wardrobe. I have a pattern cut out for a dress. And two tee shirts I'm making into completely different tops. One is a boring blue tee shirt, I can shred the back, take the sleeves off. Maybe instead of shredding the back, take the neckline, cut it off completely, cut it into two pieces, braid it, and put it back on. I actually think I like shredding the back a little better. I don't know yet. I think it could be lovely either way. I have a black flouncy skirt that might look good with it, and black and pink striped thigh high stockings. That sounds like a warm weather Hogsmeade outfit to me. Sewing is completely relaxing. I love the rhythm, and the act of turning something into something totally different. I love looking at the finished product. I most like making things for myself, but sometimes I'll do things for my brother. He is the best artist in the world, and the most stylish person I know. He'll leave the custom jacket I'm doing for him. It's a far trade for the collage. My campaign for more vegetarian food is going completely successful. I feel I have certainly been eating more than mashed potatoes and green beans. I ate a lovely mushroom roll last night, and it was so wonderful. comment

[Fri Mar 05, 2010 at 9:28pm] [ mood | blah ] It's been a quiet month so far. Compared to last month, which maybe seemed louder because it was shorter. But, that being said, I feel like this year is going by fast, and soon it will be warm, thankfully. And soon it will be NEWTS, and then we're back in our home towns, and we're adults. Officially adults, not fake adults, like I feel we are now. But real ones, and it's utterly terrifying. Nick sent me another picture. I've been keeping them, and will soon start the collage. I can't wait, I look so forward to those owls. His art work is keeping me going, since I can feel myself starting to slowly go insane from the studying. I don't really do well under pressure. Mostly because I'm not used to it. I'm used to just skating through. But I have this feeling that there will be no skating through NEWTS unfortunately. I miss spring, I miss being outside. This castle makes me feel twitchy, and stir crazy. It won't long now. Green grass, and the smell of flowers in the air. How lovely. My campaign for more vegetarian food in the GH seems to be going well. I noticed more options, and more side dishes without meat. The house elves are really nice, and I rather had a nice time talk to them. Thank you house elves for making the meals a little more interesting. 8 : comment

[Fri Feb 26, 2010 at 6:14pm] [ mood | worried ] I'm currently campaigning for more vegetarian friendly food in the Great Hall. I love mashed potatoes and all, and whatever the vegetable is for the night, but it's getting to be where it's not enough. So, I wrote up a proposal, and I gave it to professor Flitwick to look over before giving to the Headmistress. It gives me something to think about other than how scary things are, or how I miss my family. NEWTS are...NEWTS. And I finally started to study for them. I don't really know why I keep putting these thing off. I could have been orginising notes, or looked over some of my materials, but I haven't. And now I'm paying the price I have to admit. I thought this would be less work, and I wonder if I'm in over my head. Maybe for the first time, I'm wondering if I have what it takes to go to zoology healing training. Nick is sending my artwork. One photograph every day for the next two months. I'm going to arrange them into a collage, and then send it back. He wants to see if my vision on what the photographs should say. I'm really excited about it, and I think my brother is the most brilliant artist to ever have lived. I hope my vision can even live up to a fraction of his. New rules. I'll miss going outside alone, but I suppose living is just a tad more important. 9 : comment

[Fri Feb 19, 2010 at 4:37pm] [ mood | artistic ] Valentines day has come and gone, and as always, my favourite part is all the chocolate floating around the castle. I love chocolate, I could eat for every single meal, and maybe hope to put on a little weight. I feel like I have the body of a twelve year old, must have missed out the curve thing. But still, chocolate is wonderful, and so is making clothing. I have three dresses done, a military jacket, and I'm working on a pair of pants. I think this fashion show that ZJ has come up with is rather brilliant. It's nice to make clothes for someone really, other than myself or my brother. He is the best critic, since he doesn't spare my feelings, which I also like. But seems to love most of the things I make for him. He is very stylish, a mix of Mark Ronson, young Mick Jagger, and some mod styling. I'm going to make him a school boy blazer loaded with badges and patches. I think I can put a little bit of thin silver chain on the shoulders. He has a show coming up, it's small, but there's champagne, so that makes it classy. I'm homesick. I never thought I would be homesick since all I wanted when I was home was to be back here. Now I'm here, and all I want is to be back home in Chelsea. I miss the farmer's market in the summer. I always bought big bouquets of flowers. Orange tiger lilies. Or white gerber daisies. Fruit, loads of fruit, I could live on fruit. And I miss seeing my brother everyday, and sitting in his flat, drinking wine. He buys the cheapest wine, but it's red and I like red much better than white. I miss my dog back home, she's small, and adorable. She loves my cat, which I also find adorable. She's a little miniature long haired dachshund, and she, unlike my cat, actually likes when I dress her up. I think I just miss the free time. My time is so scheduled here. School, homework, curfew. You just feel cooped up in here sometimes. I'm going to spend this weekend sewing, making necklaces, and painting. No homework, I'm going to do my best to finish it tonight to have a stolen weekend. 11 : comment

[Sat Jan 30, 2010 at 11:15pm] [ mood | awake ] I've eaten all the rest of the good chocolate my sister sent from Paris, and the world seems a little darker without it as stupid as that sounds. It was comforting, and very delicious, and I liked to eat just a little bit when Potions gets ridiculous. Or when I lose my stupid gray knee socks again, which I did. I keep losing all my clothes, and not in the fun way. In that annoying way that makes me have to turn my side of the room upside down. Which I did, but I did find that lost bottle of purple ink, which excited me. Now I'm out of chocolate, and feeling very frustrated about most things. When Im home, and Im feeling frustrated, which is rarely, because life seems better when Im home in Chelsea. Even better when Im in Paris, but still, it happens at times. I like to fill up our bathtub, it's nice and big, and round, and very wonderful with hot water, and spend hours in there. I'll refill it with hot, and let the cold out. I use my mum's good bath oil, the fancy stuff from Paris that Gabi sends, and it's heaven on earth. I wish I had a big bath tub right now, and some fancy bath oil because who doesn't want a marathon bath with hot water and fancy bath oil? I do. I'm sewing tonight, I've been sewing all weekend really when I should be working on a Charms essay. It's a new dress, black, it's always black. I cut the sleeves off, and shortened it about five inches. I'm going to dip dye it, and hope it turns out gray, and black and swirly. It's so good to sew, I love to sew. By hand, it can be tedious, but with a machine, it's fast, and precise. I have to hand sew here since we can't use electricity, and that just puts a thorn in my side at times. When Im done with this dress, I'll start on the necklace with the bits of charms and chains I have. I need to keep busy so I don't go into some kind of homework related shock. My cat is wearing a jumper vest. I knitted it for him, and I think by the looks of his furry little face, he hates it. Maybe he hates wearing clothes, maybe he hates navy and white. I don't know. He looks so adorable, I feel badly for wanting to keep him in it. I really, really, really, really, want a fag right at this moment. It's far too late to sneak out. 9 : comment

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[Mon Jan 04, 2010 at 10:59am] [ mood | accomplished ] How fast did that holiday go by really? It seems like just yesterday my mum was making up take out her snowman collection and display it around the house. And then we were packing it all back up the day after New Years. It was really melancholy, the end of the hols. But, then the best holiday in my opinion, New Years, takes the sting out of things. I love New Years eve. I love how we get dressed up, and my brother's "roommate" Seth, part owns a pub, and we went to a big party there. Seth is a chubby sort of scruffy guy, and doesn't really look like a pub owner, more like someone who goes and cheers at football matches. Quite a mismatch for Nick, but they get on really well, and his parties are loads of fun. He wore the jumper I knitted for him, and some tight trousers. He looked very hip, we both wore black. This year my resolution is to be more on top of things. I tend to lose things, and my work is scattered around. My side of the dorm is always a mess, and I think I'm probably the least prepared of the Ravenclaws, I won't lie. But not this year, this year I'm going to have all my parchment together, and I won't lose all the important inks, and have to write in orange. Professors don't seem to care much for that really, hard to read. My resolution will be broken by February, I just know it. But that doesn't mean I can't try. School seems the same, and totally different all at the same time yeah? I have no classes today, lucky really. I'm going to spend the day working on my new orginisational skills, or trying to. 6 : comment

[Sat Dec 26, 2009 at 4:08pm] [ mood | calm ] It's boxing day. Christmas has come and gone just as fast. Yesterday was spent with my family, Gabi came up from Paris, and brought loads of good chocolate, and good wine with her. The black fags that she says you can't get cancer from, and I don't believe her. But they taste good, and paper doesn't burn as fast. It was one of those perfect days you want to hold on to. The look on everyone's face as they open their gifts. And the way the food tasted because it was special food. Not everyday food. We all thought my parents would be called in, but they were home all day. It was the most lovely thing. My brother painted me a picture for Christmas. It was lovely, a girl lost at sea. Swirling colours, and the texture of the paint. He did everything, even made the frame. The wood was carved, so intricately. Everything Nick does is magic, the things his hands can make. I wish my hands could do the things his does. He did like my knitted jumper though, black and white striped. He looks very cool in it, like a beat poet, or Mark Ronson. He needs more warm clothes, his flat in Camden is so cold, you wear your coat when you're inside of it. He says he likes it cold to work in, on his various projections. I think he's not paying his heating bill or whatever you pay to get heat. Im going to go out for New Years. There is loads to do around London, fun places to go. House parties, or somewhere you can dance. My brother's roommate Seth, is part owner of a pub, we went there last year. There were loads and loads of people, and everyone toasted at midnight, and I kissed this bloke, but I don't remember much about him except his scruff was slightly scratchy. I think a house party might be more fun this year. I never make new year's resolutions, I ended up breaking them by February. They're made to be broken. My sister and I are going shopping tomorrow, to spend the quid our grandmother sent with her Christmas cards. I want some new material to make a new years dress, it's more fun to make it rather than buy the same one everyone else has. 4 : comment

[Mon Dec 07, 2009 at 10:27pm] [ mood | artistic ] I feel slightly guilty. Thinking about the holidays, and how all I want to do is spend time with my family while I still can. Before I'm back at school, and I can't sit there, and watch Nick paint. He's so talented, his hands look like birds, I swear. They swirl, and dip, they move on their own. He always makes all my Christmas gifts. Painted portraits, or cakes, layers of white chocolate mousse, and cake. I love spending time with him, I can't think of anyone I would rather be with. It makes me feel so guilty to think about cakes, and knitting. Of trees in white fairy lights, and the way it feels when you go to sleep, completely safe. I want to hold on to that feeling like I'm running glass beads through my fingers. I like the way good wine makes you feel. I like the way froot loops smell when you open a box and eating them with soy milk. I like when people smile more, and I like it when you wonder about things bigger than yourself. I don't like making plans for the future. I don't know what to make everyone for Christmas. Jumpers, or scarves. Jewelry for mates. I don't like to think too far ahead, the perfect gift jumps out at you when you least expect it. I like smoking late at night, when the paper crackles. I would like to quit smoking eventually because it's bad for you. It makes me feel stress free. I wish my mum made her vanilla and spice bread pudding more. But we only get it at the holidays, with vanilla ice cream. It reminds me of the holidays. But at the same time, I just really want to eat more than once a year. I just wonder what true freedom feels like. Is it too scary for one to even fathom? Or do you feel light and clear? 17 : comment

[Tue Dec 01, 2009 at 9:48pm] [ mood | artistic ] I spent the last year in Paris with my siblings. Gabi, watching her go off to work like an adult. Translating ancient languages, and wearing fancy dressy robes. Nick painting all night, and his eyes were all ringed and dark. We would drink fancy wine, and smoking black fags. Wandering around the streets, the air smelled like fresh bread, and fruit from market down the street. I wanted to hate it, being away from my parents, and away from our Victorian house in Chelsea. But I couldn't. I loved it, and I loved feeling free, away from everyone I knew. It was nice to be away, to be anonymous again. And now it's Christmas. I love the holidays, and I love fresh biscuits. Decorating the tree, and actually getting to spend a moment with my parents. My da still loves to pick out a fresh tree, and the smell of it filling the whole house. I love how it looks when you turn the lights off and lay underneath it. It's magical. I like everyday magic sometimes. I'm knitting. A homemade cardigan jumper. Long enough to wear stockings underneath, textured and netted. Flat black motorcycle boots. I don't even need to look at my fingers anymore, they just know where to go. They look like they're doing a dance, the yarn through them. Knitting one and pearling two. It relaxes me. I'm starting a scarf for my brother next. He never dresses warm enough. 14 : comment

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