I wasn’t sure what she meant; but when she paused,
expecting a reply,
I nodded as if I did understand.
According to my search box, I have never mentioned Melvin Sokolsky on this blog before. I’m not really sure why that is, since he’s one of my favourites. But don’t worry, I’m not going to bombard you with any over-intellectualised reasons why; I’m just going to do my usual and show you why. I’d happily have any of these gracing my walls. One day, hopefully, I will.
Overheard the most amusing conversation in the Topshop changing rooms this afternoon. (Yes, I was in the Topshop changing rooms, depressing myself by trying to squeeze into impossibly small and impossibly short shorts). Anyway, it went a little something like this:
Girl 1: Ohh god, I’ve put weight on.
Girl 2: No, you haven’t.
Girl 1: I have.
Girl 2: You haven’t, I can see you with my eyes, and you haven’t.
Girl 1: Oh god, I think I need the 12. Ohhhh.
Girl 2: Just go and get a 12 then. No-one will know!
Girl 1: I can’t go and get the 12!
Girl 2: Why not? I’ll go and get it for you.
Girl 1: No, no. I’ll just get the 10 and go on a diet.
Ha! The ‘I can see you with my eyes’ bit was my favourite. All the while I was having the exact same battle in my own head. And of course this conversation can be heard verbatim in a changing room near you. Go and listen, if only for entertainment value.
it’s been a long time since i last set eyes
on the church with the steeple
down by the village green.
’twas there i met a girl called daisy
and kissed her by the old oak tree.
although i loved my daisy,
i saw fame and so i left the village green.
i miss the village green
and all the simple people…
If in doubt, I always find myself returning to Francoise. And in doubt I am. I’m back to work and yes, I know, I’m sinking off the radar. This is what happens, you see. The sunshine never holds as much promise when you have to work. Also, my speakers aren’t working properly (they’re an essential part of my equilibrium) . And I was considering buying the Topshop Aruba’s in black, but now they’re out of stock. And it’s Sunday and I’ve got to work soon. And oh, how I wish it was this time last week.
Holidays = fry-ups, daffodils, card-games, coffees, lazy lunches, a-film-a-day, milkshakes, trying to be creative, cooking, snacking, popcorn, cosycosycosy sleeps and the joy of waking to blue skies. (This time, I’m wearing Rokit vintage t-shirt, vintage leather jacket from eBay, Urban Outfitters satchel and necklaces, American Apparel corduroy circle skirt, and ASOS loafers. Cor, what a menagerie.)
The boy and I have got a few days off together. Call it a holiday, if you will. We’re not going anywhere, but have just decided to spend the time sorting out the flat, stocking up the cupboards (we did our first ever online food shop – which I found far more exciting than I should), culling the wardrobe (which I find far easier than I thought I would – I can be ruddy ruthless, don’tcha know), all whilst continuing the ever-fruitless job hunt and creativity quest. Today we could even be found making some home-made bunting (out of the not-good-enough-for-charity wardrobe culls); if that’s not deviceful and staycation-ish, then I don’t know what is.
This evening we are staying in. All part and parcel of the staycation, you see. The boy has made me a g&t (he’s even given me two green straws to match the limes and folded one straw down in a cocktail-like manner – pluspointsplease). So, with a drink by my side, I decided I’d settle down with the laptop and share some groundbreaking photos (said with only mild disdain, of course). The boy took them of me on our little trip out to buy some ribbon for bunting – who’d’ve ever thought it. I am wearing: Rokit vintage shirt, shorts and belt, Urban Outfitters coat, satchel and necklace, and Topshop Aruba boots.