Tuesday With Vous: Caro Spinette

I’m so so so excited to have my amazing friend Caro share her Tuesday with you today! She and I met through Artists Unveiled (we have an event coming up next Wednesday, by the way!) and immediately became great friends.  She’s so so talented and funny and wonderful, and French, and I absolutely adore her.  And I think you’re going to love spending a day with her!

Mardi 4 Mars 2014

Name: Caro Spinette
Location: Tunbridge Wells
Occupation: Artist and Awesome French Tutor
Camera Used: Fujifilm Insta Mini 20 (2002)

midnight 1 midnight 2 midnight 3Tuesday With Moi started unexpectedly early, as I looked at the clock and realized what time it was… I was too busy making the most of my last few hours with my bff, the one who has the power to remind me of the kid buried deep inside the control freak I’ve grown to be!
Tuesday started to the sound of Dan‘s trippy ambient guitar playing, and a soap bubble contest. As you do.

6am

6am-2

The alarm went off 30mn ago. I’m tired and moody. It’s dark outside. Looks like it’s wet too. Great…
That cup of coffee is my superhero. First it’s coffee. Second, it’s in my favourite cup. What more does one need in the morning? Simple things, but simple things that help me cope with the daily traumatism of getting out of my warm and comfy bed.
Time to manage my nervous wreck of a best friend. Leaving in 30mn.

7amHeathrow, here we come!
I’m keeping the English driver awake with some good ol’ sing-along-y tunes, from Simon & Garfunkel to Toto (S’gonna take a loooot to drag me ‘waaaaaaay from yooooooou), whilst the Italian is snoring at the back. Not much sleep she said. Some last minute panic and tears instead, punctuated with some “WHAT THE F*CK AM I DOING???” and some “OH-MY-GOD-OH-MY-GOD-IT’S-HAPPENING-OH-MY-GOD”.
Emotional. Rollercoasted. Indeed.

8am 2 8am 1We’re FINALLY getting closer to Heathrow, according to Tom-Tom.
The sky is blue. I forgot how great that feels.
Perfect day for the Italian to leave on a positive note and start a new adventure elsewhere!
I love airports. I love watching planes in the sky too.  There’s always something special about it, like a silent promise of an awaiting paradise.  The growing sensation of that promise makes you hungry deep inside. Hungry for adventures, travels and discoveries. With the ongoing aim of finding that perfect place that will make you feel whole.
That’s what airports do to me. They remind me that I don’t travel half as much as I used to or should. They make me aware of that hunger again.

9amHeavy smoker’s penultimate cigarette.
Nicorette patches at the ready in her hand luggage, just in case she loses her sanity before landing in San José.
The clock is ticking and I try to focus my mind on simple things… But am fully aware that this coffee and fag moment will probably be the last one we share for another year and a half.

10amArrivederci Amore Moi.
There were tears, but tears of joy!
“You’re ready”, I tell her.
I’ll probably never be a mother– by choice–, but this is how I imagine it feels like. That’s how, I can imagine now, my mum felt the day we said Aurevoir for the first time at the Eurostar terminal in Lille, 7 years ago.
Here we are, and we’ve worked towards this special day for a few years now.
Panic and sadness are suddenly replaced with the realization that her dream has finally come true. I’ve never seen someone work so hard for their dreams and being so grateful when they come true.
She repeats that she’s incredibly lucky. I know it’s not down to luck and I know how much she deserves it. I know exactly what she had to go through to get to this day, in this airport. Heathrow Terminal 4, Tuesday 4th March 2014, 10am. She’s finally ready. A reminder on a sunny day of a dream worth fighting for is definitely the kick I longed for this year.

11Made it back home. All these emotions have knocked me out.
I try to focus on the simple things, again. Shapes on the wall.  Looks like spring is on its way.

12pmMy body’s begging me for some relaxing time: back to square 1 (6.00am).

2pmForced myself out of bed. Traumatised again… WHERE’S MY COFFEE? IS IT TIME FOR SCHOOL??
I’m spending a fair amount of time dozing around the house. I stop in front of the mirror. I love this view from this very angle. Moving this mirror there was definitely a great decision.

3pmI was planning on getting some work done today.
I was not planning on feeling so exhausted today.
Work didn’t happen.
Baudelaire will have to wait. Sorry, Charles!

4pmI’m French. It means that I was born with a good dose of arrogance.
And I’m arrogant enough to not care about my arrogance.
My point is, I’m a great cook. And this banoffee pie is simply aaaaawesome.

5amOh no, it’s work-o-clock…
Because leading the life that I lead means that when you’ve decided too take the day off, you still have to work. No artistic work this morning, no office work this afternoon… but I now have to put my French Teacher cap on and bam, off to my lesson.

6.00
I teach young children, so no picture for this one. You’ll just have to believe me when I say that these kids were on FIRE!!! I mean, not literally, but whatever they’re having, I want the same! Man, I’m glad I had that nap earlier, I’d be dead by now!

7pmI spot this crazy lamp in Darling & Wild on Camden Road on my walk back.
This shop always has the best window displays, and even more so at night!
Plus, seeing it open on my way to work is always one of the highlights of my week, as it means it’s Thursday and the weekend is on its way!

8pmWe planned to have a proper celebration and eat somewhere nice tonight, as it’s our anniversary. But man, those kids totally killed me and by the time I got home, I was dead to the world.
Take away from SuCheera it is then! Like I’m gonna complain…
Thai green curry with coconut rice, a red wine from Stellenbosch, and some Boardwalk Empire on the screen.
Simple things are generally the best.

9pmFalling asleep…
It takes a great effort to decide to go to bed and I stop on my way to contemplate my work space… I’m shutting up the guilt of not having done any work by keeping my mind focused on all the things that I will get done tomorrow.
Mountains of work.
Oh dear, only makes the sensation of exhaustion grow.

10pm

Finally made it to the bedroom, and this is what the world looks like when I’m tired.
Ready for sleep.
Ready for sleep.
Ready fo…

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