I mean. Have you ever seen something so BLOODY MAGNIFICENT?
Pie and Fash is so much more than a blog - it's the guide to life that everyone has searched for at least once in their lives, and its owner Daisy Keen - my peachy queen - is the best friend everyone has searched for definitely more than once in their lives. She's a purveyor of fine fashion, fiery feminism, sex and over-sharing (and she's really not lying - she navigates everything from power suits to disco tits and IBS with humility and hilarity). Her enthusiasm for sparkles, feathers, and haikus made from obscure Google searches that have led people to her website - yes, really, do you get why I love her yet? - has inspired me for years. And now she's wearing a bloody Enthusiast t-shirt!
What are you enthusiastic about?
A lot of things, truth be told. Fannies. Feathers. Feminism. Fluff. Alliteration. Disco tits. Disco balls. Discos. Balls. The whole shebang!
Why do you keep doing what you're doing?
I could get really introspective here and wail “BUT *WHAT* AM I DOING?! I am in the midst of a quarter life crisis that has far exceeded its expiration date but appears to be sticking around regardless!!! It’s the lingering fart smell of large-scale crises.” but I won’t because it would cloud this otherwise delightful correspondence. I suppose I keep doing what I’m doing because 1. I don’t know what else to do and 2. if what I’m doing, i.e. dressing in traffic-stopping attire and waxing lyrical about bowel trouble, arms others with the confidence to embrace their true sartorial/diarrhetic self (and thus their 'authentic self’, as Americans on my TV oft say) then that’s absolutely blinding by me.
What's the impact you want to make?
Plz see above.
Best advice you've ever been given?
This is where I’d love to insert an anecdote about the time a wisened ol’ gal at the bus stop uttered a sweet and simple sentence that turned my life upside down (before boarding the bus and disappearing from my life forever, leaving me with words that would crystallise in my mind during moments of uncertainty) but sadly such a scenario has yet to happen. Although - side note! - one such woman did share a really rad hair tip with me. You listening? She achieved the pink tips on her silver choppy ‘do by… rubbing lipstick on her fingertips and then working it into her mane! GENIUS.
Who's your Enthusiastic hero?
I’m not just saying this because I’m on your turf but I think you, dearest Ellie Kime, may be the most infectiously enthusiastic person I know. And that’s information I’ve gathered through a keyboard! I can only imagine the levels of gloriously giddy glee your enthusiasm reaches IRL. I love it. You are ace.
If money were no object, what would you be doing?
I would’ve probably drowned in a disco ball pit of my own making by now but, prior to that, I would have hotfooted it over to the U S of A and infiltrated the seemingly impenetrable friendship group that is the Fab Five and then figured my shit out from there. I feel like they’d know what to do with my limitless cash cow.
At the risk of sounding a leeettle Ted Moseby - well, kids, here's the thing, the ending of mine and your mother's story is infuriating and unsatisfactory, and David I really liked your work in Wizards of Waverley Place - I'm going to tell you a little tale. I moved to London to do a degree I quickly came to hate, in a city I absolutely adored. Everything was so exciting in London and I was in love with the pace, the people, and the perrrrrdy views (I still am - I can't listen to podcasts when I walk around London because I'm always so focussed on the history and feel of the streets, which is inconvenient really because there's a loada podcasts I wanna ravage. Anyway.) One of the things that was insanely cool was the fact that the uni I attended under duress was also the house of London Fashion Week, before it moved a few doors down. We'd see so many fashion + passionistas (and probs a few baristas too, for the rule of three) having their photo taken outside the hallowed walls and in the cobbled courtyard - I'm probably looking gormless and sweaty in the back of some of them, though I have never gone to look and never will do.
One of my favourites from the whole three years was always Daisy, in this incredible fluffy pastel-coloured jacket, looking GLEEFUL as she jumped in the air. You know when you just associate something with a time, and pin it right there forever as an exemplar? That was this. She was my inspiration for keeping my head up, for not being afraid to keep doing my thaaaang, and a reminder that enthusiasm is ALWAYS good. #inspo indeed, 2015 Ellie, #inspo indeed.