It’s been a strange weekend if only because of Kitty’s botched botox and coloured up to the eyebrows eye shadow, I was ridiculously unwell Saturday and today I can’t say I’m feeling all that rested to head back into the office refreshed tomorrow. One fabby piece of news to share is that for the next month I am advertising on the blog of the beautiful, funny, nicer than tea in bed on a Sunday with a chocolate biscuit Louise on Sprinkle of Glitter. After a year of blogging I felt I either need to get off my bum to get it out there a little bit more or face losing motivation all together and spend my evenings cut off from the world watching Love Actually over and over, eating those mini pots of jelly and . Ok that happens quite a lot already but really, to have seen such a nice little burst of followship (really a word??) has been so nice and so genuinely unexpected and I hope you all keep liking what I’m tapping out in my free time.
Saturday morning – pre ohmygod that Chinese restaurant has poisoned me I think I’m dying - I was up and ready to check out Central London’s charity shop offerings. I’m sure I’m not the only one who is positively green eyed at what some lovely bloggers can unearth and after reading (what now does appear ridiculous) reviews of all the designer bargains you’re likely to find in London town itself I was on a mission. Louis Vuitton for 50 pounds? Never been worn Prada with the tags? Lagerfelds personal cast offs? I’ll take them all thankyou very much.
So what did I buy?
Well, nothing. The Salvation army on Oxford Street, various on Goodge Street and a sneaky look in one closer to home in Islington. Very little stock at definitely un-thrift worthy prices – moral dilemma if it’s for charity does the price matter? I’ve picked up some amazing book bargains in the past and even quite recently – who doesn’t love brand new bestsellers for 99p a pop. Sadly London town means London prices without the designer creds. Rubbish
I’ve been lucky enough to have had A/W even Christmas lookbooks to get me in the mood for the colder months for some time now and although walking to get my lunch is getting increasingly chilly I am completely in love with this new Autumnal weather. Yes my skin is suffering massively, yes my daily lunch run is ten times too cold and yes I am going to gain infinite weight with all this wholesome food but who cares when I have a brand new fur shrug itching to be worn.
The X Factor
I can't not comment on it, what were the judges thinking? Cheesy routines, glitter, jazz hands and an "impromptu" rap in every performance. Hello 1999 is that you?
- I’m not getting dressed at all
- Unless I decide that craving for peppermint tea is too overwhelming and I have to make a dash to the corner shop
- My eyebrows and nails have once again been left to roam free and need some extensive looking at. The absolute joys of being a woman
- It’s my dads birthday! I’ve been told not to call before 9 am English time (the old boy deserves a lie in after all) but knowing how awful Italian reception is likely to be (and how noisy our neighbours are out there) I’m sure any attempts will result in lots of shouting down the phone and repeating ourselves on all parts! Happy birthday nevertheless I hope everyone in Colledimezzo is spoiling you completely.