Honey- I’m home! As you may know from my last post, I have just arrived back from a brief weekend at the Isle of Wight festival with the wonderful Hunter Boots– a weekend filled with good music (and friends), a little too much time lying on hammocks, endless pizza slices and plenty of out of tune howling to that Bon Jovi song. It was a really lovely few days, and the perfect remedy for preparing me for Glastonbury in just 7 days time- eek.
As well as cutting some shapes and indulging in one too many Early Greys (I’m a wild one, I know) I also attempted to put a little spin on the typical ‘festival fashion’- a phrase that sends a shiver down my spine, literally (short shorts and no tights? Really?) Now, on this occasion Jaz and I were lucky enough to cheat a little bit (staying in a hotel ‘n’ all) so were able to be a bit more adventurous (put it this way, for Glastonbury I’m swapping leather jackets for fur lined parkas, and skirts for jeans and leggings) but nonetheless it was a good way to experiment- and I wouldn’t say my choices were entirely festival inappropriate either (please note all outfits contained nude tights and a long sleeved clothing item).
Anyway, out first day was filled with a few live sets, some serious catching up on banana hammocks and a browse around the site. With everything from vintage stalls, to stands specialising in morph suits- it really wasn’t massively varied from most festivals, however being the unintentional culinary snob that I am I couldn’t help but let out a small weep of glee knowing a certain Mr Oliver had a burger stand there- I’d gotten lucky.
In the evening, we were joined by fellow musketeer Rebecca and her lovely pal Sabby for some sofa chill out time (and toasties) before some Ian Brown tambourine dancing- rounding up a pretty fun first day- and after heading back during a slightly untimely downpour, we couldn’t have been more glad to have a clean bed to sleep in for the night- phew!