Queen of the Wombles

I arrived well at Spitalfields market on monday and was greeted whith a big uh and ah and how far did you have to come with all this lot on your back. Even though it was only a twenty minute ride this morning, I was looking forward to setting up my stall and than not having to worry about my luggage for the rest of the week. So, I reported my arrival to someone, no idea who that was, no one seamed to bother to even introduce themselves or give us a nice welcome and a plan of the week. It was a bit irritating. Not the proffesional setup I expected after all the rigmoral of applying and beeing accepted, and "we support up and coming designers"-talk and big Swatch sitting on top off all of it. Most of the monday I was busy setting up my stall, so I quickley forgot there was no one there to turn to if I needed something. You'd be surprised how much time it can take to set up a stall. By the time I had finished monday was allready nearly over again. Just aswell really that it

Another week has passed already and it seams like the fashion week has been ages ago. Still, there's a lot to tell, so i shall start here. Swatch alternative fashion week was a one week long event in Spitalfields market, just around the corner of Liverpool street station in London.Organised by Alternative Arts (an organisation that sits in London,Bethnal Green somewhere)and needless to say, sponsored by Swatch. I was really getting quite excited about it, preparing myself for it 24 hours a day, making clothes, making bussines cards, making jewelery, making flyers, photographing my work, getting more and more nervous, working hard, not eating a lot, neglecting my friends... you get the picture. Wanting to take as much with me as possible, I was working on my stuff just until the moment I realized I had to load up my bicycle to go and catch the train. Just aswell that i had to stop there, because I wouldn't have been able to take any more with me. My saddlebags were full, i had t