Gluten free English eating

I had three Gluten free meals in the past few days. Two were very traditional English meals that I was excited to be able to enjoy.

To start was high tea with Lee, Ellie, Liza, baby Alex, and Lee's cousin Davina at a little bakery called Bake-a-boo (okay, so the name is not as good as the food) in West Hampstead.

Here is the GF spread. Cucumber and egg salad sandwiches, raspberry and lemon cupcakes, scones (my favorite part), chocolate covered strawberries, and tea, of course.

One year old enjoying her tea:

One month old sleeping through tea:

Next up is my own English style breakfast sandwich that I ate for dinner. Buttered gluten free bread, a fried egg, and Heinz baked beans (I got the reduced sugar and salt variety which was better than the regular I think). Ps that is my mug that was won my first week here at a pub quiz (no thanks to me!).

Lastly, not English, but amazing and unexpected. I played tennis with Rebecka, Spence, and other friends yesterday afternoon and we went to a pizza place where I was unsure what I was going to order. Among the specials was the new gluten free option!! Only £2 extra and so good. Yes, that is an egg in the middle. Yum.

Art Update

Funny how I am in art school and hardly ever write about it. Life outside of school is way more interesting. Also, I hardly know what I'm doing at any given moment. But, alas, time for an art update.

I am making a bed to accompany my couch, which I am excited about. It is almost done, I just need to get on Natalie's sewing machine to make the pillows and the duvet. Oh and that is the blanket I knit on the side of the couch!

My progress review at the end of January went like this:

Me: I'm lost and I think my work is getting too nostalgic.

My tutors: Yes. Stop making all this repetitive/Dad/too-therapeutic work.

Me: I sort of hate you, but, you're right. Now what?

My tutor: Look at architecture.

Me: No.

Then came the couch. And then the bed. And then another tutorial with a new tutor.

It went like this: You are a painter and you should try painting again. Make 15 paintings on trauma in a month.

Me: Maybe you are right. Okay.

So now I am trying to paint again, which feels nice actually. Though, I forgot how expensive it is and how much I hate building stretchers. Anyway, that is the art update for now. If you see any traumatic photos online, send them to me. :)