Saturday, 24 September 2016

My Journey of Alternative Fashion and Blogging.

The wonderful ladies from the Alternative Fashion Bloggers Facebook page; including Steffi, from Anti-Muse  and Lady Nancy, from Glam Retro Style have contributed in a blogging parade.  I've been promising my post for weeks, I've had other things going on meaning the blog taken back seat. Like typical me it's completed but late. I can only apologise.

Personally, I consider myself a Goth, even now so at the age of 28 years old. I have to confess I don’t always look gothed up but I still have my a black heart and soul always lurking around.  I don’t wear make-up all the time either. I tend to wear t-shirts with leggings and my DM’S for mundane days.  For me, both alternative style, cultural and music all interconnected.

 the evolution  of Goth from its day of the post-punk era has developed in so many varieties  of branches of subcultures and ascetics it. I would describe myself drawn to the DIY mantra of trad goth and the simplicity of ethereal goth. I also have taken some elements from romantic, fetish goth and even some influences of nu-goth in my outfits. I try to keep an open mind and take inspiration from anywhere for clothing.

Some of my favourite inspirations include
Patricia Morrison (Bassist in Sisters of Mercy and singer)  


  Tarja Turunen (Singer used to be in Nightwish)




 Lady Amaranth (iconic goth model), 




Princess Julia (an English DJ, model, style icon) 



and I absolutely adore fashion designer Alexander Mcqueen.






Now, most my clothing is stuff I've had for aeons, thrifted, from Primark or sewn by me, I rarely purchase alternative clothing due to my budget constrictions and space.  I find a lot of alternative garments to be overpriced and of poor quality. Considering, I can use a  sewing machine it;s made look carefully at the construction of garments.

My favourite outfits .


























My first contact with the alternative scene and fashion was when I became a goth in the early noughties.  I became obsessed with the dark ascetic, donning black  and wearing deathly white face. In my early beginnings, I knew nothing about the scene or history for me it the allure of the freedom of self-expression and non-conforming of beauty. For me,  this meant being a curvier and extremely pale acceptable.  I found friendship and acceptance a completely different energy than I experienced at school or home. When I was 14, I starting getting more into the music and learning about the goth subculture.

My styles and tastes have changed where in my teens and early twenties I mainly wore ill-fitting clothing and it didn't suit my body shape, and horrendous makeup and awful DIY efforts. Since inserting my mid-twenties, I've no long care what I look like. I've also found my confidence to wear more fitted clothing and shorter skirts including PVC miniskirts being the heaviest I ever weighed.   I always been  safe with my look and now, I've been more experimental with makeup and look . Also,  I’ve always been rubbish at make-up, I still need further practice.

 I become more cynical and sceptical with age, I've noticed the mainstream has an ever-present  influence on the alternative scene as it finally has been accepted. The benefits of less harassment and more accessible gothy or interesting items in normal shops. Intern, the mainstream influences seem to bring  the issues of superficiality and elitism seems to be more prevalent. Yeah ok, it's probably always existed , I guess in all societies  you always get the elitists. As more people have access to the internet this has meant that the elitists can dictate their dogma.

Another issue is the alternative scene seems to of diminished lacking creativity, originality and genuine eccentrics, It's a shame for me everything now feels and looks all the same everybody seems to be in competition to outdo each other. There seems to be no cultural or substance to the alternative scene anymore where it based on the brands wear and looking a certain way rather than a mentality and love for music.



How did I start the blogging

I came across blogging via searching the internet, I focused more on quietly reading blogs to feel more connected to the scene and find inspiration for outfits. The first blogs I came across were The Ultimate Goth Guide, I loved reading this and enjoying her thrifting finds.  Sophistique Noir, she used more normal  fashion shops, focusing on quality. She always created a stunning but yet simple look . I miss her blog. My favourite blogger has to be Goth It Yourself , Bane's blog is so versatile. She covers everything from lifestyle, crafting, sewing and thrifting finds. My favourite part has been following her journey transforming her house into a sophistic gothic manor. What's even more amazing is her range of DIY skills inspiring me have a try.


Three years ago, I went travelling to a variety of places around the world I had considered starting my blog at that time but  I didn't have the confidence in my writing skills. Part of the reason, I started blogging was to practice my writing skills.  I'm dyslexic and for  most of my life, I never realised or was required to write much until I went to Uni. After failing my first year of uni, I started to enjoy the process of writing and wished to continue. The blog has allowed me to practice my writing skills and hone these.

Also,  I wanted to share my ideas and experience. Surprisingly, I even found people who were interested in reading my posts, which really shocked me. So, I have kept it going and now, I'm in my second year of blogging.

The journey has not been an easy one, I've experienced doubt, anxiousness and frustration. In my early stages, I was so ridiculously nervous as I had a very small following, and I watched other bloggers whose followers were rapidly expanding, while my remained a small following I doubted whether the work was worth continuing. I'm still here, now, I'm more relaxed and go with the flow of the blog. I used to think, I needed to blog about everything in going on in my life and sometimes, I found I would be somewhere more interested in preparing a blogging post than taking interest in the experience. Again, I've learnt to slow down and enjoy my experiences blog if  I want, if not I simply don't post it. 

Thursday, 15 September 2016

My Weekend

So this weekend has been kinda busy but by choice. Last week on Gum Tree, I saw two gorgeous candle sticks that looked perfect for the living room fireplace and for the price of a fiver. I couldn't resist them it meant I had to collect them from Sunderland.  After getting the candlesticks I felt slightly disappointed as It thought they were made from glass rather than, ceramics but either way, they'll suit they'll fit into my scheme.

I took the opportunity to look around the Sunderland charity shops and found nothing. I also took the opportunity to look in TK Maxx. I spotted an amazing Halloween bunting decorated with black cat and witch's hats I fell instantly fell in love with it. After seeing the price, sobriety kicked in, I consider making one myself.

I wanted to head down to South Shields fabric market since John Lewis and Fenwicks haven't have stocked up on their winter fabrics. I've been really disappointed by the selections as there has been limited choice as they typically get in some stunning jacquard and brocades.So as you can imagine I was ecstatic to see the store market seller, who had an amazing selection so I stocked up on my fabric.   I'm preparing to go on along and thought detox from money once were moved in.





 We had uneventful Saturday night and retired to bed at ten. 


On Sunday afternoon we out to Tynemouth market, this is a rarity as nothing gets the boyfriend out on a Sunday, especially when the formula one and the motoGP  racing is on. I was really disappointed by the market, as it's becoming more upmarket intern it lacks the diversity when it was a flea market and it seems to everyone selling the same things.  One thing   I did find was a beautiful cabinet but they wouldn't deliver , man  I love these as they would of look amazing in the bedroom. I defiantly take inspiration for them.  I was a bit gutted as it's been difficult for me to find anything I like. 



Afterwards. we went for a couple of drinks at a local pub, displayed an unusual curiosity of taxidermist border collier of Willie the stuffed dog. The story of Wille got separated from his master while driving sheep. Willie once found his way to the quayside his master was ago The dog was grief stricken, he wouldn't permit anyone near him and lived off scraps. Later the dog was taken from a ferry and thrown overboard to end his misery.   Willie survived  swam to shore and went back to the shoreside and waiting for his owner. Sadly,  his master returned but the dog missed him by mere minutes. There was a play written about Willie named the "Dog of the Tyne". 


My Outfit. 
This is my outfit for Sunday, it's the first time I've donned make-up for a couple of weeks and dressed up. It feels nice to be gothed up, The George, Asda, the top is a recent car boot find, the skirt is by Coast charity shop find, and belt a Charity shop find. Doc Martins, and I'm wearing an obsidian necklace.  







Wednesday, 14 September 2016

My new chalk board.

I've finally jumped on the band wagon and used chalk paint. I've wanted a chalkboard for the kitchen but to no avail found nothing.  



On my last thrifting haul, I came across a load of amazing goodies.  All I can hear it the jingle of the black spray paint.  



I also found that this metal board for a pound, I loved the shape and swirly parts of the board.



I bought a tin of  black of chalkboard  spray paint, so I've really wanted to use it but never knew what to do it with it.   I purchased Rustoleum chalkboard spray paint for a fiver from Boyes. 



It was my first time using the paint, so I felt apprehensive, but I'm delighted to say it's very easy to use.  I wiped the board clean  with a baby wipe to remove any dust or dirt. No sanding or primer required.  I waited for it  to dry, and I lightly sprayed the painted the board moving from side to side.   It took about an hour to dry. I sprayed both sides with one coat using the paint. Below the first coat and dried the matt.  



I followed the recommendations and waited 24 hours before for applying a second coat. 


I'm over the moon about the transformation and look forward to hanging in my kitchen when it's finally done. Surprised, how easy the chalk spray paint was to use.  












Wednesday, 7 September 2016

My New Bedroom Bin.

I bought a cheap bin from Poundland, surprisingly for a pound. I wanted something where I could chuck my make-up rubbish in I didn't want to purchase something too expensive. I love the fuschia  lid as complemented the colour of the bedroom but felt the bin was boring. The photograph doesn't capture the colour correctly but it's dark fuschia.  




I decide to use my favourite sticky back plastic to make it more interesting.


I wrapped the vinyl around to get the idea of how much sticky back plastic to use. I used to a ruler know where to cut.  I took my time reapplying the sticky back plastic and rubbed a cloth to remove the air bubbles. When slowly wrapping the sticky back plastic around the bin, I noticed I had it was going around diagonally. I cut the piece off and the fitted around the bin. and cut to fit onto to the bin. I used Stanley knife to neaten the edges . 




I absolutely love the bin and think it a lot more interesting and will suit the feel for my bedroom. 


                                                            

Saturday, 3 September 2016

House Update part three.

I was planning to write a life update but then again it would have been all about the development of the house. I've been meaning to finish my post on Whitby but I've been busy  will return next week. I felt like writing about the progression of Geordie Goth Manor. I remember someone commenting about the house sounding like a manor and since I referred myself as a geordie goth so the name to seemed pretty obvious choice. 

We're still not moved in as the work is still commencing and things are slowly coming together. The amount of money I've spent in the last month has been insane to the point where I've had my bank's fraud team contacting me regarding the spending. I'm ready for an extreme non-spending detox and cleanse. My finances have been contributions from my saving s I haven't spent on travelling and mainly from the bank of Dad who gave me my inheritance early.

I've been wondering where all my money has gone since everything started arriving at least  One the biggest unexpected expenditures was replacing the knacked old boiler that was reasonable but still cost quite a bit. It's been a good investment in the long run. Hopefully, we can recoup the money through lower heating bills. When I consider, we now have a three bedrooms, two reception rooms, a stupidly oversized bathroom, a huge kitchen with Victorian proportions. 

I've finally got a date for my kitchen and bathroom which starts next week. I walked in this afternoon finding everything neatly stacked in the corner of the sitting room ready to be installed. I'm going to avoid the place like the plague with all the work going on.


The kitchen plan 
My Kitchen 
After returning from the Whitby last Thursday  I went straight into work I've been busy recdorating the living room for Tuesday . I've opted for an intense purple called Wizard from Wilko's so it's transformed the sitting room making it feel like home. Yesterday, my talented Mam finally did my wallpaper.it actually took the two of us since the wallpaper was so heavy. I think between the two us, well mainly her she's done a fantastic job better than most professional decorates. The money was worth it for the wallpaper as it creates adds an extra something to the room. 

Mam's hard work.


 I love love love it.Want find a stunning mirror to go with it. I'm thinking of getting a black chandelier to finish the room off. 

I either fancy the Wilko's chandelier which is quite Louis the 14th style 



Or the Tesco's chandelier



Thursday my wardrobes got delivered and Friday my plum carpet finally got fitted. But I'm unsure if I've made the right choice as it feels way too purple and bit childish now. I'm hoping the black furniture will compensate and tone the room do.  






Subconsciously, I've taken inspiration from Beauty and the Beast through the colours and objects I've chosen. However, my intention was more of a Versailles, french boudoir style bedroom but in Black and purple.









 My wardrobes 




Some charity shop finds painted black.  







Sunday, 28 August 2016

My Birthday and Raby Castle

Last week was my 28th birthday eek, I'm getting older. Over the last few years, the boyfriend and I have started a tradition of going away for my birthday. This year, I wasn't sure if we could carry on the tradition since we've purchased the house. Yup, we had enough in the budget for a few days away, it's meant staying local. The itinerary has included visiting the Boyfriend's Mum, who lives a mile outside of Barnard Castle. It's lovely peaceful retreat living with views of sheep and rolling hills. The second part has included two nights is Gothic literature's favourite North Yorkshire seaside town of Whitby.


Great views while doing the washing up 
Despite it being a not a huge distance from Newcastle. It's amazing spending time with the boyfriend, and getting away from the role of projecting managing and an official painter and decorator.


Saturday

We left Saturday, afternoon to meet his Mum in the nearest train station. On the way, we stopped off for a light lunch that filled me up. Afterwards, we headed to her house, where we sat catching up with each other on all the latest events. For her, the biggest surprise was finding out about the house.


Saturday night we headed into the Barnard Castle for an Italian meal that we've been previously it was lovely. This time, the meal was reasonable but not as delicious as the last time we went.


I did fall in love with the restaurant d├ęcor paralytically the beautiful ornate chandeliers and the faux brick wallpaper with the slight Victorian arch leading to the bathrooms.





Sometimes I forget I wear glasses,  I 'm starting to wear my glass more  often.   My outfit Cardigan and skirt thrifting. Vest top and leggings Primark. Doctor Martins, can't remember.  Necklace Obsidian, Bantery 









Sunday

Well, Sunday was my birthday, the day was a simple affair with no fuss and a few birthday messages from my social media accounts. To be honest, birthdays don't install me with the excitement as the used when I was a kid. I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting older. However, it still was a lovely day.

Finally finding some signal, I suggest itinerary a couple of places his Mum who stated they weren't interesting. She recommended visiting Raby Castle as it was the best local places of interest to see and was only a short drive.


Raby Castle

I've past Raby Castle, many a time with my dad when we've been venturing into the middle of nowhere. I've alway been curious to see what's inside.

The Castle is 14th century fortified castle surrounded by 200 acres of deer park. and the castle is surrounded by a small moat.







Originally, the Castle grounds was manor that was the Neville family. In the mid-1300's John Neville started rebuilding the manner into a fortified Castle with permission from the Bishop of Durham. The Mother of King Edward IV and Richard III, Cecily Neville was born in Castle. The Nevilles had always been devoted Catholics, 

In 1559, Charles Neville along was a leader in creating a rebellion in the North against Elizabeth I in support of the Catholic Queen, Mary of Scots. The rebellion failed and Neville escaped into exile while other rebels were executed. As a consequence, the Neville lands were seized by the Crown, and in 1625 Sir Henry Vane the Elder purchases the Castle and extensive grounds.

 The Vane family throughout the centuries carried out renovations thought out the Castle of adding a Georgian gothic style entrance hall and the octagonal drawing room. ( Source )
Unfortunately, photographs weren't permitted to be taken in the interior of the Castle (She grumbles, I get frustrated when you are unable to photograph because of a whatever reason. ). Some of the interiors were amazing a lot of house had variations of styles from Victorian Rocco inspired lounge, Georgian Gothic Revival great hall, arts and crafts stairway and 
medieval chapel painted with medieval inspired in the chapel .



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After walking around the interior and ogling at the many fireplaces. We went out to walk around the back of Castle around the Victorian battlements eagerly photographing everything where possible.

Here are some of my photos of the exterior. The weather starting to look very ominous with cloud but it did create an interesting impact on a couple of my photos. I find the grey cloudy weather produces the best light for photographing.










I think the best think of the day was getting a couple of good photos of me and the boyfriends.








While walking around the Victorian battlements you could see the deer around the grounds. One of the most interesting was a white deer that made think of the White Hart legends. The Celts believed White stags were messengers from the other world. For Christians, the white hart was Richard II adopted the white hart as his emblem with a jewelled crown around its neck.



Afterwards, we had a walk around the 18th-century gardens which look like a very quaint English gardens with a rose garden (very English), a kitchen garden and a small water fountain. Coincidentally, the sun decided to grace with its presence.
















In the last couple of years, I've started like taking photos of bees and other bugs. I've been wanting photograph butterflies these have been very elusive as the tend to be very flight and dislike being disturbed. Where I have a number of bee shots in comparison to butterflies their so chilled out when collecting pollen from my experience as long you respect their space the not bothered. When I was fortuitous to get not just one but serval good shot of the butterflies in the garden I was stoked it definitely made my birthday along with the carrot cake.


Not one but two butterflies in photo







The boyfriend looking slightly too happy cutting the cake


Returning back from the Castle, we sat down for a cuppa and some carrot cake.