A long, arduous day of fruitless job-hunting. Fabulous for raising the spirits, no? At least I’m off out in a couple of hours. I only hope I’m better at eating food and drinking wine than I am at finding meaningful employment. One thing’s for sure: I know what I’m wearing (buying clothes is one thing I do very well, thank you very much). Oh and the soundtrack to my goggle-eyed day? Buffalo Springfield.
So. I’m embarking on a couple of days off. Would be nice if my feet weren’t in TATTERS. I have wounds on the back of my heels induced by some simple new Topshop pumps (unbearable even with plasters/socks etc). I also have a Russell and Bromley induced blister on my little toe and tan-leather stains all over. (Not to mention the sore nail and the fake tan disaster areas – yeah, you didn’t want to know about those bits). So basically I want to stay at home with my bare feet in a breeze, please. I’m pretty sure breaking-in shoes isn’t meant to be this traumatic? I bet it doesn’t happen to elegant people. No but seriously, once my feet have been scrubbed/bandaged and are battle-ready, I’m hoping to actually venture out of the house. I want to go for some food, see Harry Potter, sit on some grass and browse some shops. Here’s hoping my feet will actually take me there.
Let’s face it, Summer’s just not going to happen this year, is it? With that in my mind, can Autumn hurry itself up, please. I quite fancy a change of wardrobe scenery. Tights (currently not an option) would work a treat with my new shoes, thanks. Heavens, I hope you’re listening.
I’m working all weekend. However, the boy and I have both got the same day off next week (rare) and so we’re planning to go out (rare!) for some sort of food in town (I say ‘some sort of’ when clearly I mean ‘pizza’). I believe they call it date night around these parts. Urgh, I could hardly bring myself to say that. Any excuse to eat pizza, I say.
And for now, a tenuously related photo (entirely unrelated – it just looks good/autumnal) of Jean Shrimpton. Look, she’s got new shoes too.
OOPS. Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I found myself in Russell & Bromley today. It was entirely
intentional accidental. No but really, I’ve been dreaming about these for months. I’ve actually been looking for a vintage pair, but they never seem to pop up in my size. So I treated myself to the real (new) thing. Slightly extravagant, perhaps, but in my mind they’ll be with me forever. So, if you think about it like that, great value for money really. And divine, which helps.
Today consists mostly of homemade strawberry and apple smoothies – my new obsession, don’tcha know. I panic sometimes about not eating enough fruit (I panic sometimes about a lot of things), so smoothies are the current solution. I’ve got major amounts of reading to catch up on: both Saturday and Sunday’s newspapers, plus the as yet unopened copies of Vogue and Harper’s beside my bed. That doesn’t look like it’s going to happen today though as I’m also right in the middle of an application form, which will no doubt turn out to be fruitless (me, cynical? Never.) I’ve also got to work later, so hopefully I’ll read something when I eventually fall into bed. Rediscovering The Only Ones – Another Girl, Another Planet, has added some much need joy to my day though. I was once infatuated with this song but it seemed to slip off the radar somewhere along the line and I haven’t listened to it for years – you’ll be pleased to know it’s still as good as the first time I heard it. Just to further complicate my day, I keep googling potential new haircuts (I’m just flirting with the idea) and Chantal Goya is the only one who seems to have it just right. We’ll see about that though. Cor, this is a long old paragraph. Smoothies and reading and applications and work and songs and haircuts. Whatever next, eh?
I may have mentioned Kitty, Daisy and Lewis at Glastonbury once or twice. So, I thought it would only be right that I share some snaps with you. Sunday lunchtime; we warmed ourselves up with Fisherman’s Friends and then headed up to the Fields of Avalon. Hottest tent ever (paper plates make great fans). I loved it.