This year I have plans to go to a grand total of six festivals, from one-day wonders in a local woodland to a trek across the country for Boomtown. Festival season is well underway; I’ve already been to two, volunteered at one, and have my bag half-packed for the next. For me, music festivals aren’t just for catching some of my favourite acts in the sun. Let’s be realistic here, I live in Scotland. The absence of pouring rain is just an unexpected perk. I don’t just pack my cutest summer dress and floral headband, because my fashion statement will be my sparkly waterproofs and midgie repellent. [Read more…]
I have a Master List.
Every vegan or vegan-friendly cafe, restaurant and bar I hear about is added to an increasingly long wish list of places I want to stuff my face at. I’ve diligently marked them off, one by one, sometimes two or three in a day. The past couple years I’ve been to London more than ever, so I went looking for the best places to eat plant-based in the city, from incredible tempura udon at Itadaki Zen to mock meats at Loving Hut, and that time I went on a week-long feeding frenzy at Yorica, Tibits, HOME Pho, Ethos, Kin Cafe, Mildreds AND Vegan Hippo.
To-do lists? Nobody does to-do lists like I do. I take this very seriously. [Read more…]
A few things signify summer for me; the last of the daffodils make way for daisies in Bruntsfield Links, Meadows Festival, Hidden Door, and of course, the ECA Degree Show. This year I was invited to the Business Preview, so we got a sneak peek at some of the fabulous creations from this year’s graduates. [Read more…]
When I was a kid, my parents documented every five years of my life with a studio family portrait. I remember that first sitting; I was dreadfully uncomfortable in a plaid Burberry dress and stiff patent leather mary-janes that my mum had insisted on, because they were “made in Italy”. My dad had freshly shorn my hair into a timeless bowl cut and attached some sort of bow to the side of me head. It was not a good look. I felt like one of those awkwardly posed Victorian children immortalised on oil and canvas; I think a petticoat may have even been involved.
By the time I was fifteen, I was miraculously allowed to choose my own outfit for Family Photo Fun Day, as long as it was “neutral, not too bright, and we’re serious about this Lucie”. My parents hadn’t aged in that whole decade, thanks to a wee painting hidden in the attic and some sort of deal with the devil. They were even wearing the same outfits. Same stiff poses, awkward smiles and superfluous hands on each other’s shoulders like some half-arsed conga line.
The rise of social media has made everyday photography ordinary. We no longer only document special occasions; in the last 24 hours alone, I’ve immortalised my shoes, my lunch, a smoothie, my dog’s tail, an event poster, and my face – seventeen times. If we see a cute cat, we photograph it. A funny sign? Photograph. A brightly coloured door, a pair of socks, or a lighter with a mildly offensive slogan? Click, click, and click. Every moment of our lives is snapped on our phones, some which will never see the light of day until we get an alert that tells us our storage is full. Whilst social media and smartphones have made photography accessible, it may have also made us all take it for granted. When was the last time you held a beautiful photograph in your hand, or saw it in real life, rather than through a screen? [Read more…]
The beauty industry is huge. Everywhere you look, there are brands and products, “must-haves” of the season and “the perfect” lip du jour – which looks suspiciously like that lipstick you bought two seasons ago with the packaging redesigned by some fabulous fashion icon and a brand spanking new fancy pants advertising campaign. [Read more…]
Welcome to my new site!
I guess I should start with an explanation for why I made the move. The cogs had been turning over this rebrand for a long time, but the stars – and my schedule – aligned.
I’ve been blogging over at Tetris and Cheesecakes for a couple years, but had fallen out of love with the name. First of all, when I first started the blog, I was headed down a very different niche. A little geeky, a little foodie. I certainly didn’t think I would be blogging about veganism, cruelty free beauty, or fashion. I was all about the social commentary, I took all my photos in a square format, and my blog design was quite honestly a bit bland. Standard issue free WordPress themes, aye?
I felt like I was in limbo. I hated having the word “cheesecakes” in my name because I felt it was misleading (as I can’t even eat cheese). I wasn’t motivated to write because I just wasn’t happy with the way my blog looked, and as a wordpress.com site, I was more limited in what I could do with it than I would have liked.
I missed writing. I had so many blog posts plsnned but didn’t want to start when I knew I’d be moving at some undetermined date, so my drafts folder overflowed with nearly completed articles and I had dozens of prompts scribbled in my phone’s Notes.
A few months ago I decided the time had come to buy my own domain, go self hosted, and finally do something with my blog. Change the name. Make it look pretty. Customise it to within an inch of its life. Maybe even get a profile pic. I bought a blog header. The lovely Fiona from Wishes Hopes and Dreams helped me move my content over. I went back and edited a few old posts, cringed at my awkward writing style in some of my early posts, and drank endless cups of tea. Finally, I’m happy with my new site.
If you followed me over on my old blog, I’d love it if you joined me in my new online home!
Have you ever bought ready-made puff pastry with no plans or idea whatsoever for using it? My local supermarket doesn’t usually sell the vegan stuff. It’s “all butter” this and “buttery goodness” that. I often entirely bypass the pastry aisle because there’s nothing for me in there.
I was doing my weekly meander through the aisles when I found one lone package of dairy-free ready-rolled sheet puff pastry, the kind that has a million uses for throwing together an aesthetically appealing meal. Spread some pesto on it and top with roasted mediterranean vegetables from the deli. Do something fancy with wild mushrooms. Grate dairy-free parmesan onto strips of the stuff and twist into cheesy straws. The possibilities are endless. [Read more…]
I recently found myself in a debate on a vegan Facebook group. This happens about once a week for me, and it usually involves cat food or omni friendships. The same tired old arguments are rolled out time after time, with photos of someone’s “perfectly healthy vegan cat” from one side and the words “obligate carnivore” from the other, or yet another suggestion for some poor newbie vegan to dump their omni partner for eating cheese.
“Do ‘Vegan Morals’ mean I shouldn’t be an organ donor?”
An issue was raised about organ donation and veganism, which for me is a no-brainer. Much like my reasons for donating blood, it’s something I’ve always felt strongly about, and I have been registered as an organ donor for as long as I can remember. When I became vegan, this didn’t change. Not even for a split moment or a nanosecond did I ever become a self righteous asshole with a superiority complex who wants to pick and choose who I deem ‘worthy’ of receiving my donated organs. Not to mention it’s problematic as hell. [Read more…]
…what would I tell you?
I’ve always loved this type of post, both reading and writing them. Maybe I’m just a nosy fucker. If I follow your blog, it’s because I’m interested in what you have to say; I want to know the rationalisation behind what makes you…you. Are we alike? Are we different? What are your thoughts, your feelings, your experiences? Maybe I’m overthinking this, because I probably shouldn’t drink coffee. It makes me hyperactive.
Prague is one of my favourite places to visit, and every time I come, I wish I could stay longer.
I decided to celebrate my first proper holiday in three years by booking myself into a hotel rather than an Airbnb. I love the space and freedom of having a whole apartment to myself, but I just fancied not having to wash my own towels or take out my own bins. I wanted somewhere central, within walking distance of the parts of the city I wanted to explore, and I wanted something fancy. We’re talking courtyard restaurant, massive beds, and at the very least some sort of suite. I have high expectations. [Read more…]