Yearly Archives: 2011

food, life

who loves the wind? who cares that it makes breezes?

Oof, I’ve finally updated my wordpress – it takes me ages to succumb to any sort of computer update (creature-of-habit/don’t-like-change). It’s awfully odd round here now. My font’s gone all type-writery and everything on the screen has spread out really far. It’s throwing me right off my thought pattern. Still, anything to get me away from a constant stream of dreadful news. A shocking state of affairs, quite frankly. Where do we go from here, I beg? But anyway, other than listening to the news and nomming on generous helpings of leftover lasagne, I’ve also spent time catching up on my reading à la Sylvie Vartan. Well good. Shame about having to work later.

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life

there’s a place, where i can go

I’d quite happily stay at home all day drinking coffee and browsing blogs and thinking about haircuts (ok, does anyone else credit this with as much importance/thought/time as me? (and then get to the hairdressers and say ‘same as last time, please’)). Which is what I’ve been doing so far this morning and which is about to be rudely interrupted by my having to get ready for and going to work. Have you all seen my blog roll? Down there on the right. Those are my everydayers. But I often forget to update it. But obviously I have just reminded myself, so have updated accordingly. Louder Than Silence: they make life (and East London) look so dreamy and she always looks so great. Winner.

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music

there’s something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear

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.

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fashion

don’t believe a word that i haven’t heard

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.

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fashion

because i used to love her, but it’s all over now

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.

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