Yesterday I did that thing where you wake up so violently that before you’ve even opened your eyes you’re sat bolt upright in bed, completely and utterly convinced that it’s Friday and oh SHIT you’re late for work! Then, as your brain catches up with the rest of your body – that by this point is very almost leaping out of bed towards the shower – the two collide and your brain says, “whoa there Nelly. Hold the hell UP. It’s not Friday. Oh noooooo. No, it’s actually SATURDAY which means that it’s now the weekend, so go back to sleep!” and you slowly slide down the pillow, back into the warm nest that is your bed, pull the covers up around your ears and have THE MOST blissful sleep. I’m sure you know exactly the feeling I mean and it’s exquisite, it’s delicious and to me it just about sums up one of the many reasons I love weekends.
The reason why I’m waxing lyrical about weekends is because it’s been almost two years now since I’ve been able to experience that kind of joy when thinking about Saturday and Sunday. This is because for the vast majority of the time when I was freelance and juggling multiple projects, I’d be working. Saturday and Sunday just rolled on into the rest of the week, there really was no differentiation between the two and whilst Mister Ruffles had left work behind when the clock struck 5:30pm on a Friday, for me work was all-encompassing and paid no attention to weekends. Don’t get me wrong, freelancing has an enormous amount of positives – being your own boss, flexible working hours, total autonomy and the ability to carve out your own career path – but one of the biggest flip-sides is that you never really get to switch off. Now, one month into my new job, I’m embracing being gainfully employed and funnily enough, for pretty much all the reasons I just mentioned were the positive aspects of being freelance! However what I’m really, truly enjoying are my weekends.
Last weekend I enjoyed a sleep devoid of deadlines and went for a long, lazy brunch with Mister Ruffles at what has fast become my new favourite local brunch-spot – Fingers Crossed Café on Amhurst Road in Hackney. After grabbing some coffee we took a walk to the Stoke Newington Farmers Market, where I marvelled at the many colours of tomatoes and bought some sunflowers for the house – and we know how much I love sunflowers! Wearing a breton dress from French Connection (pun unintentional!) I think I was subconsciously trying to recreate some of the gallic magic I experienced in France a few weeks back! It made for the perfect relaxed weekend outfit paired with my Birkenstocks which haven’t really left my feet all summer.
My yearning for all things French was definitely satiated at The 3 Crowns Wine Fair, which we popped along to later that day; with red, white and blue bunting strung up, boules and croquet games taking place and endless plates of charcuterie and fromage, I literally could have been back in Gascony and not stood within a car-horns distance of Old Street roundabout. My favourite wine that day was an icy-pale rosé by The French Wine Project, which I have to confess I ended up quaffing a little too exuberantly as the next day I was so hungover that Sunday was a total write-off and all I was able to do was build a small fort on the sofa out of blankets and pizza boxes. Which, along with lie-ins and lazy brunches, seeing friends and spending time with Mister Ruffles, is exactly what weekends are for non?
French Connection dress – Vintage bag – ebay Sunglasses