Since the age of 16 I have always worked Saturdays, basically because I’ve always had a part-time retail job alongside whatever else I was doing, be it an school, an internship or freelance design work. So for me my only real day off to have fun with my friends, B and the family was a Sunday, which was obviously the initial premise of why I started Day Of Rest and named it so. But almost every summer since I turned sixteen I’ve missed out on countless weekend breaks, birthdays, BBQ’s and days out with friends, purely because to everyone else Saturdays were the day for fun and Sundays the day of rest and recuperation for the week ahead. Recently however I finally landed myself a full time design role, and for the first time in just shy of 10 years, I FINALLY HAVE MY WEEKENDS FREE!!! I can tell you now it’s so bloody liberating having two whole days off to do what you want, I can plan impromptu trips home for the weekend, I can get my haircut without having to rush and get it done in my lunch break – bliss. Until now I used to get so hung up on making sure I made the most of my Sundays, cramming in as much as possible, but now I can just chill for a whole day and do nothing, because I know that I have another whole day to do whatever I bloody want!
Before I started the new job a few weeks ago I used to work Wednesday through Saturday, to pay the bills and allow me to have Monday and Tuesday off to focus on my own design work and the blog. My new schedule now though is 9-6 Monday to Friday, which is great but due to my enthusiasm to make the most of a two day weekend, I haven’t been allocating enough time at the weekends to focus on the blog and hence my time keeping hasn’t been great – I’m sorry. I guess I’ve just been a tad excited wanting to do as much as possible with my weekends – kind of like a kid in a sweet shop. Anyway this post is kind of a catchup/diary plus a bizarre mash up of images taken the last couple of weekends – I thought whilst I’m apologising I would share a little of what I’ve bee up to, I’ve crammed in a lot.
The first weekend, we had some of B’s friends from up north down to stay; on the Saturday morning we stopped by the South London Gallery for brunch – I had the beetroot cured trout with poached eggs and holindaise sauce, it was amazing! After we went to Broadway Market, (which only ever being on a Saturday I had never been to) and then wound our way down to Hackney City Farm – I got a little carried away taking pictures of the chickens.
The following weekend was the bank holiday, B and I burnt the candle a bit on the Friday so the Saturday was a bit of a right off, but on the Monday we did manage to make it down to Margate, to visit a couple of friends who’ve just moved there. I’d never been to Margate before but it’s a lovely place and we can’t wait to go back and visit for a whole weekend next time; it’s the same with Brighton, but being close to the sea always feels great. The aim was to have a wander round, eat some fish and chips, help strip wallpaper and rip out the old kitchen. All of which was achieved alongside a visit to the Heackels store, a local brand who produce their own all natural fragrances and skin care products, the shop is beautifully thought through and it all smells great in there (I’m hoping to do a post on them soon).
And then the weekend before last, the sun came out and along with everyones legs, we spent the day sipping mead at Gosnells and strolling round Peckham. Something I haven’t done in a long time it seems as I came across so many new places and shops I hadn’t seen before, one of which I am featuring on here in a couple of weeks. And finally last weekend, B & I went down to Brighton, I had planned it to coincided with an old friends birthday which unknown to me had been rescheduled – but hey – we ended up staying with Pop and Sean and on Saturday morning we drove to Shoreham Farmers Market, brought back some indulgent treats and cooked ourselves an amazing lunch. On the Sunday it was another friends birthday so the four of us rushed back up to London for a roast and a stroll round Hampstead Heath.
And now breathe out . . . sorry for the ridiculously long post but I thought it was owed seems as I missed last weeks post, but thanks for reading!