Want, want, want. Isn’t wanting a peculiar feeling? But want I do. At the moment, on a scale of one to want, I especially want this bag from Topshop. Boxy lady leather bag – ha! Instructions indcate that the bag should not be washed, so I have concerns about its compatability with the Manchester rain. [...]
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Sep 27
things just fall into place, it gets a bit clearer in london town
When a Monday morning does not begin as you would have wished, do you worry that it might set the tone for the week? Mmm, me too. Coffee though, that’s good.
Sep 24
she’s a university, a cosmic library
Good news, good news! I’ve got this external hard-drive thingymajig and one day I decided it would be a good (aka BAD) idea to start carrying it around in my bag – I had my laptop stolen and while that left me emotionally unhinged, I knew that the loss of the hard-drive would be more [...]
Sep 17
a’ sittin’ here ya-ya, waiting for my la-la, ah-um
The coat has gone. You know, the sailor coat of life. I bought it last year for £70 and sold it for £100. An investment of sorts, no? I do hope it’s gone to a happy home and will keep its new owner warm this winter. So, down to more important matters. I am now [...]
Sep 14
do they take ‘em for espresso? yeah, i guess so.
As I type this to you, I’m sitting on my boy’s fancy new computer feeling ultra important and as though I should be doing something extremely creative and clever. Alas, I’m looking for fascinating documentaries and idly searching for inspiring/aesthetically pleasing blogs, as always. In fact, this computer feels so fancy – I think it’s [...]
Sep 12
‘cos everybody knows (she’s a femme fatale)
‘Ello. Away I’ve been. It’s been the boy’s birthday, you see, and there was family to see and drinks to be had. I cooked up a wonderful birthday meal on Thursday night (even if I cooked enough pasta to feed an army) and I surprised my boy with a fondue set and we melted and [...]
Sep 09
he made his usual entrance looking so dandy and so fine…
with his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, he took whatever he wanted and he laid it all to waste, but his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.
Sep 08
i got the wiggles in my knees
I’m so over my sailor coat from last winter. I know, I know. The ridiculous lengths I went to to get my hands on one. But I have reached a stage with it where I feel like it’s too specific for everyday. It says nothing but sailor. And I want a coat that sometimes doesn’t [...]
Sep 07
let’s all go down to the river
Hello! I’m in the midst of my week off. It’s ever so lovely. Mostly I’ve been cleaning and cooking and re-reading books from my bookshelf and playing scrabble and giving my beautiful record player some exercise. Top country duets and Phil Spector (yes, still Phil) have done so much training they’re ready for a marathon. [...]
