Origami Girl

Sunday, 9 March 2014

In which I celebrate spirograph


Spirograph. It's a classic kids toy from the 90s. It works something like the below:


You take a little cog with holes in it, place a pen in one of the holes, and spin it round a toothed wheel, making perfect geometric shapes. This little travel spirograph set belonged to my sister and after being jealous of it for years when I was a kid, I finally got it from her in my 20s. (Thanks Hannah!)

Every so often I do sit down and play with it for a little while. It is a perfect little box, and just like origami - something that is both creative and ordered. 

My spirograph Desigual dress was one of those perfect items that I saved and saved for. I saw it the shop  at uni, and fell in love with. Spirograph patterns in bright colours, just perfect for my love of the childish.
It was obviously well out of my normal buying price, but I went back and checked it was still there for several months, probably trying it on about 5 times... before finally buying it at the end of second year as a post-exam reward. It's been with me for many summers, but in the last year has become neglected at the back of the wardrobe. It's a fairly snug fitting dress and for a while I was overly conscious of how much weight I have gained since uni, but here I am even sitting down in it despite my awkward feelings.

This is all part of my current project which is taking the time in my outfit pictures to find a way of wearing clothes that have become unloved. If I can't find anything that makes me feel fabulous in them, then to the charity shop they must go. So far, my donation pile is staying very short, and my clothes are getting a lot of love.


The travel spirograph box slides open to reveal a little box for all the different size and shape cogs, and the level to put the paper in. Then it all neatly slots back together again.







Finished!
Did you play with spirograph as a kid? Have you seen it before, or is this a new toy to you?

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

In which I visit an Imagined London (Part 1)

 
Where are you from?

It's a question that I can't easily answer. What does 'from' mean?
Do you mean where am I living now? Where have I lived the longest? Where was I born? Where do I identify with? These are all different answers for me. Home is not really a set location, though I try to make each new place have a space in my heart. Here and now I live near to, and work in, London.
But I'm not a London-Girl. Or even a city girl. My feelings towards London are constantly mixed. On the morning train I cross Blackfriars Bridge and look over at Tower Bridge and St Paul's and the Tate Modern and I think “This city is majestic”. Then late night walking around Leicester Square in the summer when it is crushed with people I feel panicky and overwhelmed.

But I want to know London more. To know my way around this place and its history and to make it feel more like home. So I've been reading some books about London, only a London which doesn't exist. What better way to know the city than through a parallel fantasy existence. Right?

I thought I would share with you my story of reading Imagined London, over a series of blog posts.

The Borribles

The Borribles is something like a parody of twee children's literature, with characters who are direct rip-offs/mockety of the Wombles and the Borribles themselves, a little like Mary Norton's Borrowers. The story follows a set of ex-children. London runaways who turn into Borribles, these pixie like people with pointy ears, woolly hats and a love of theiving but a ban on money. A select group of Borribles are chosen for a journey from Battersea to Wimbledon to take down the 'Rumbles' who have been seen on their turf. 

What did I learn about London?
I learnt that there is more to Battersea than a dog's home. Wimbledon is depicted as a terrifying wastleland with no place to hide for the city children. It's vastness is well depicted and something scary to those who love to dart in and out of carts, or run down alleys and steal from market stalls. Yet it made me want to go visit and see this bit of country in the city. The section set in the mud-flats was interesting, and something else I'd love to go see. The dark ominous ooze with creepy people living in the tunnels around seemed very real and not something I had in my head as part of my picture of London.

Review: I'll be honest. I feel like I've let Neil Gaiman and Cory Doctorow down on this one. They both recommended it in enthusiastically their blogs and yet, despite my love of both authors, it wasn't for me. Maybe I am reading it at the wrong age. Despite enjoying Attica, Thief of Always, Coraline, Series of Unfortunate Events and more macabre kid's tales, the violence that the child-like creatures enact was too much for me. I thought I loved dark children's stories, but it seems that I failed to ever empathise with the brutality of the heroes. I was always in sympathy for the Rumbles and the plot never seemed to justify the aggression that was acted upon them. They were weak and laughable, yes, but they just weren't villains to me. Maybe I was in the wrong frame of mind, but I didn't enjoy this book.

Rivers of London series
Ben Aaronovitch

These books something of a cross between a police procedural and Harry Potter. They are set around a very under-funded branch of the Met Police who deal in magic crimes. There are Goddesses, spirits, a Goblin Market, magical serial killers, and a jazz demon. The cast is diverse and as real and solid as St Pauls itself. The London setting is stuffed with historical and architectural knowledge, each book located in a different part of London, with the corresponding map on the cover. It all begins when Peter Grant tries to take a witness statement from a man who was already dead. 


What did I learn about London:
The main character in this book in a PC who studied architecture before taking up policing. As such I learnt a huge amount about the architects who designed London. About the history of tower blocks and the vision for social revolution it was believed they would bring. About that old little church in Covent Garden. I learnt about the history of jazz clubs in Soho, and the façade of fake houses hiding the underground. (Recently shown in Sherlock, but I read them here first). Generally, London seemed to hold a lot more secrets after reading these books and really gave me an urge to explore.


Review:
Ben Aaraonvitch's series of books is something I feel confident in recommending to anyone. Those of us who read a lot of fantasy will find something completely fresh in these books. At a time when you can feel over saturated with teenage vampires or goblin raids these are utterly new. And if you don't like fantasy normally, said lack of Middle Zealand settings and the recognisable London might draw you in. The books don't rely on archetypes to carry the plot, and don't provide cop-outs (Ha) to avoid consequences. They also maintain an air of good humour and energy which hasn't died 4 books in.

Did you enjoy this post? I'd like to do a few more book reviews along the way as I usually read a book a week, and this London thing is a bit of a project of mine. Don't worry there will still be Lego and outfit posts as I'll spread this out!

I've got planned: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, Mike Carey's Felix Castor books, Un Lun Dun by China Mieville, London Lore by Steve Roud. 
Any other recommendations?

Saturday, 1 March 2014

In which Dr Jeckyll is unleashed upon my Lego



I hope you're not tired of Lego. I hope you're not tired of me. Because Lego and me currently we go together very well.
I mentioned my love of Lego to a new person this week and they gave me a look somewhere between utter confusion and mild disgust. It was a little jarring to suddenly remember that there are people who don't respond to that information with 'Oh really? How fun!' Because that's what it is.
There are sometimes weeks where I don't 'play'. Where I don't make anything or photograph any toys. True. But the days when Andy and I tip up the box of Lego, or Playmobil (sadly neglected of late) and just get on with making are so much fun. So if this is all a little weird for you, please move on now and maybe just browse the posts tagged 'outfit'.

Still here? Well then, on Sunday, post-Lego-Movie we took the inspiration message of abandoning the instructions, to build where our hearts take us. I broke apart Gandalf's Cart and a boat and a helicopter and used the parts to make an evil steampunk laboratory, complete with a torture table and captured zombies. And then a flying wagon driven by a Cyclops on his way to rescue his friends from experimantation.
Not what sure what that says about my heart. :)

"Let us out of here! You're the monster!"

"Nooo! Stop this!"
"Twitch"
"Zombie don't bleed! Imposter!"

"Checking on the specimens"


"My new concoction will improve the monsters"

"We will save them Teddy"



"Rocket launchers out"


"And back into the sunset"

Sunday, 23 February 2014

In which everything is awesome



You remember my hyper-up excitement about The Lego Movie coming up? The little figures of the main characters I have? Well yesterday I finally got to see it!
And "Everything is awesome... everything is cool when you're part of a team."
We're both still singing the song this morning.

It was incredibly funny, the plot wasn't actually as ridiculous as many children's films, and I liked the dystopian Lego city concept, so yes that song isn't quite as twee as it seams. It was also heart-warming and inspiring like any kids film should be. Oh and the catchy theme song is by Tegan and Sara.
I had a lot of fun recognising bits of my own Lego within the set: "I have those pyjamas!" "That's my weapon rack!" In fact it is basically the best bit of product placement ever invented because huge amounts of the Lego within it are all available and yes, that post-movie inspiration is to go home, tip up your old Lego box, screw the instructions and just make something.

The animation really plays with you, toying with the fluidity of a Lego world that has become real (such as moving waves in the sea or the speed in which the characters can build things) and the reminder that it is a world controlled by humans outside of it, (such as a Lego ghost on a piece of string).

So just because I can't get enough of it, I'm going to share a different trailer from last time for you. It actually gives you a good flavour of what the movie is like without really revealing any of the plot points.



I wore a slightly childish outfit to the cinema, featuring my little black Lego brick earrings.
On the train a a little kid was playing in the aisle and he stopped next to me and then ran back to his parents and said loudly,
"Daddy, Daddy. That lady has Lego earrings! *pause* Take a look!"

It was a beautiful moment. I enjoyed being someone kids drag their parents over to look at. Hahah.

This pinafore is actually something that was languishing on the pile of things to go to the charity shop. It's slightly too big for me and I feel that it makes me look really young. However, the joy of this haircut is that because it makes me look a little older, I am looking back at otherwise unloved clothes. The only way to not look like I am 6 in it is to smarten it up a lot, hence the smart heels which I also haven't worn since I had a corporate job about 2 years ago.













Lego earrings! Forgot to get better close-ups.


So have you seen the Lego Movie? Did you enjoy it?