Because that's something you do everyday... Honestly.
And no - it wasn't in a dirty sense by any stretch of the imagination - I wrote a shopping list on a piece of wood yesterday when I was being all creative and making something, and copied the list onto paper to take out with me, throwing the bit of wood onto my bed. Promptly forgot it was there and threw myself onto my bed... Only to rediscover wood!
Moving swiftly on though; because that was the most exciting story you'll have ever heard; I'm aware that I wasn't planning on blogging before I went to Belfast. However, I have somehow, by some freak of nature, managed to be so super duper organised that I'm already packed and ready, bar a few things which I can't pack until just before I go anyway (y'know important things like straighteners, make up, make up remover, etc)
I've even managed to leave some space in a small suitcase. And I'm going for 5 whole days. This is basically unheard of for me.
So I did the logical thing and took a picture to show off my achievements. Go me.
I also wanted to show you a picture of when I accidentally ended up playing with layers when I just grabbed my leather jacket to throw over top of everything else when I went outside to cut some wood with boyfriend.
(Black jeans - Criminal Damage @ Blue Banana; stripey top - a boutique somewhere; grey cardigan - New Look; belt & necklace (barely visible) - vintage; leather jacket - Florence + Fred)
I'm aware this picture is horrendously myspace, however, I couldn't get a satisfactory shot anyway. And I'm not sure I really like the way the layers have worked together, or not worked rather, but I was rather intrigued by it, so put a picture up, because that's how we roll here.
This post is awfully bitty today, and I'm going to make it ever worse by now moving onto something completely different. Every day of every week, my family by the Daily Telegraph (Sunday Telegraph on a Sunday, obvs); and every Sunday there is a supplement called "Stella" which is basically a fashion supplement. In it this week there is an article titled "Muse of the World" about fashion muses. Normally I read the first paragraph of an article to see if I can be bothered to read it, but with this one I didn't need to - I read the opening sentence and that was it: I knew I had to read the entire article (I still haven't, but this is not the point).
What was this wonderful opening that attracted my attention so much?
'When a man says he wants to send you flowers, say "My florist is Cartier",' said Mitzah Bricard.
I know little to nothing about this Mitzah Bricard woman - other than that she became Christian Dior's muse (I've read the first 2 columns of the article). I do, however, know that she should be my ideal. Why buy me flowers that will wilt and die; inevitably like the love/affair/whatever; when you can buy me diamonds that last forever?
Ill read the rest of the article tonight, and no doubt I'll find more quotes that I'll adore, but none the less, I shall definitely not be posting again before Belfast.
I'll return to blogging next Saturday/Sunday, and there may even be a few pictures in it here, we'll see.
Have a peaceful week.
Moving swiftly on though; because that was the most exciting story you'll have ever heard; I'm aware that I wasn't planning on blogging before I went to Belfast. However, I have somehow, by some freak of nature, managed to be so super duper organised that I'm already packed and ready, bar a few things which I can't pack until just before I go anyway (y'know important things like straighteners, make up, make up remover, etc)
I've even managed to leave some space in a small suitcase. And I'm going for 5 whole days. This is basically unheard of for me.
So I did the logical thing and took a picture to show off my achievements. Go me.I also wanted to show you a picture of when I accidentally ended up playing with layers when I just grabbed my leather jacket to throw over top of everything else when I went outside to cut some wood with boyfriend.
(Black jeans - Criminal Damage @ Blue Banana; stripey top - a boutique somewhere; grey cardigan - New Look; belt & necklace (barely visible) - vintage; leather jacket - Florence + Fred)I'm aware this picture is horrendously myspace, however, I couldn't get a satisfactory shot anyway. And I'm not sure I really like the way the layers have worked together, or not worked rather, but I was rather intrigued by it, so put a picture up, because that's how we roll here.
This post is awfully bitty today, and I'm going to make it ever worse by now moving onto something completely different. Every day of every week, my family by the Daily Telegraph (Sunday Telegraph on a Sunday, obvs); and every Sunday there is a supplement called "Stella" which is basically a fashion supplement. In it this week there is an article titled "Muse of the World" about fashion muses. Normally I read the first paragraph of an article to see if I can be bothered to read it, but with this one I didn't need to - I read the opening sentence and that was it: I knew I had to read the entire article (I still haven't, but this is not the point).
What was this wonderful opening that attracted my attention so much?
'When a man says he wants to send you flowers, say "My florist is Cartier",' said Mitzah Bricard.
I know little to nothing about this Mitzah Bricard woman - other than that she became Christian Dior's muse (I've read the first 2 columns of the article). I do, however, know that she should be my ideal. Why buy me flowers that will wilt and die; inevitably like the love/affair/whatever; when you can buy me diamonds that last forever?
Ill read the rest of the article tonight, and no doubt I'll find more quotes that I'll adore, but none the less, I shall definitely not be posting again before Belfast.
I'll return to blogging next Saturday/Sunday, and there may even be a few pictures in it here, we'll see.
Have a peaceful week.
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