Yule

I'm currently home for Christmas and although the initial furour has now calmed amidst crumpled wrapping paper, I'm having a wonderful time. Last week I arrived to discover that Norfolk was blanketed in snow and there were icycles as thick as an arm hanging from my parents' French doors which caused me great delight. I did particularly well for presents, receiving almost the entirety of TopShop's current velvet collection, along with countless poetry books to set me in good steed for the 'creative writing: poetry' course I will be taking next semester, a Holga which takes 35mm film to cohabit with the one that takes 120 film, a mug tree, Urban Decay eye glitter and mascara and four storage boxes of varying design to get me super-organised for the New Year. Equally impressive was my parents' ability to cater for and seat thirty-one guests for Christmas dinner on Boxing day: all my immediate family. Unfortunately, I now have to lend myself fully to the soul-shattering task ahead: revision for three exams; six essays in total to be written. I've started today by ploughing straight into Nationalism, ed. Hutchinson & Smith and am naturally avoiding preparing anything at all for the criminally difficult 'Power and Gender in the Early Modern Period' seen paper...

(The photos at the top were all taken during a weekend I came home for Bonfire Night in early November so are not particularly festive but illustrate my homestead at its finest.)

Broody

My flatmates have recently become obsessed with http://www.morphthing.com/, a site where not only can you morph two adult faces together to produce bizarrely convincing human hybrids, but also can predict what your offspring would look like when morphed with potential mates. Despite my overwhelming desire to morph myself with Chuck Bass, I forced myself to virtually 'procreate' with my boyfriend and I have to say, I'm not at all disappointed with the result! 'It' actually has his very nose and eyebrows and possibly my baby cheeks? Just ignore the spectral glasses, I tried remorphing without and the children were revolting...