Sunday, 25 March 2012


Sundays were made for long lies, long walks (if you’re that way inclined), eating delicious food and lazily flicking through fashion magazines. Unfortunately, all too often my Sundays are spent in a duvet den hell of my own making; hungover and miserable with the bitter aftertaste of gin and self-loathing in my drier than the Sahara mouth. After two particularly raucous Saturday nights out in a row, last night I spent the evening swaddled in grey cotton, eating devilish food and holding back tears at reality TV shows. It was a pretty great night.
Today I awoke, fresh as a daisy, despite losing an hour to British Summer Time, and have actually seen some of Sunday; from my bedroom window at least. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping: it’s all very uplifting. So uplifting in fact, that for the first time in weeks I have taken the time to sit down and write this post. (I also watched an episode of Sex and the City last night and typing on a laptop while gazing out of the window makes me feel all glamorous and Carrie-esque.)
Anyway, incoherent, self-indulgent rambling aside, I have been buying lots of lovely new things recently: some of which, shamefully, still have their labels on. I was hoping to post some real life, non-instagramed up photos of said new things but it appears I have misplaced my camera cable so consider this a cliffhanger...

PS. If somebody could send me a Macbook Pro and a new camera that would be ideal and would definitely improve my blog ten fold. And while I’m making unreasonable demands I’m also in the market for Miranda Kerr’s rocking bod and this ridiculously good Acne aviator jacket.