Lizzie Enfield: Notes from North Village

February 28, 2018

 

I am momentarily blinded by my own brilliance.


Sadly, it’s not metaphorical but literal. I’m at a party, standing opposite a very shiny oven door - so shiny it’s like looking at a mirror in direct sunlight. And I am the sun! Well, the thing emitting the rays of light that are being reflected back by the oven door. 


The effect is dazzling: a-bit-too-much kind of dazzling, rather than gosh, wow, don’t-you-look-lovely kind of dazzling. 


It did say, on the invite to the party, to wear something shiny. The friend throwing it had just had a bit of a backing singer moment, during which she had been resplendent in a Lurex threaded top. “You’re so shimmery,” everyone who saw her sing said, prompting her to add a sparkly tag to the invite. 
A good idea. A way of brightening up those dull post-Christmas months when spring has not really sprung, the air is grey, no matter how many squares you tick off the calendar it always seems to be February, and February always seems to be unending. 


Cue friends unearthing sequined jackets and Christmas jumpers that light up like trees. It’s surprising what lurks in the back of wardrobes... [read more]

 

Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)

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