The thought of writing a blog was quite terrifying to me.
But in the same breath, the thought of writing as much as I wanted about anything I wanted was so deliciously tempting that I shoved aside my reservations and jumped straight in, fully aware that it might end up being a total failure.
I’m Eleanor, 24, pretty average/ below average career at present (I won't go into it here, it really is pretty boring), living in tiny flat near Primrose Hill with my fiancé.
Views from my window usually include: little darlings being herded by scrummy mummies, dapper chappy's on their way to the trade floor, soap actors, beautiful Mini Boden babies and Fairisle knit octogenarians.
When the rubbish goes out every evening, my street is littered with Selfridges bags, Ocado boxes, and furniture that most would think too good to chuck away, yet somewhere amongst this nonchalant stealth-wealth are a handful of not-very-well-off-at-all people who somehow managed to find somewhere to live in NW3 that didn’t mean sacrificing the most basic of human needs. Personally, I think we were lucky. Right place/right time and all that. I also think it may have something to do with the fact that our landlord is 93 years old. Our joke theory that the rent has been static for the last twenty years probably isn’t far off.
All of this money that I “save” on rent tends to be spent on bits of tack that I pile back into said one bedroom flat, (possibly some sort of rent-guilt complex? Spend more money on junk in charity shops= feel less guilty about bizarre bargain rent?) much to the chagrin of him indoors.
Anyway, Pretty Much Penniless is what I am 90% of the time and in London, sometimes that can be rubbish. In my quest for all things cheap, I've discovered secrets, learnt techniques and saved myself a huge bundle of money. It has been nearly 2 years to the very day that I moved to London from, umm, just north of London. I had no savings (still nothing substantial), no bank of mum and dad, and certainly not the type of job that would free up the third of my brain that constantly frets about bills.
So this will be a journal of ideas and suggestion, a place for me to covet everything on Etsy and the like, a diary of things found, a place for me to ask your advice, and anything else that pops into my head.
So this will be a journal of ideas and suggestion, a place for me to covet everything on Etsy and the like, a diary of things found, a place for me to ask your advice, and anything else that pops into my head.
