tomorrow I am buying...

£22 from Topshop. Also comes in gold. And tomorrow will be inhabiting my wardrobe, hopefully with some cute short shorts for going out tomorrow night. Fab.

hiatus

I don't really know why I've been so busy this week that I haven't been able to post, because I can't really point to anything I've managed to achieve either. I mean, beyond the ho-hum dum-drum of working life. I have however just found a great post on Daddy Likey about how Elle and Vogue have completely warped our fashion values, and that $1000 is a sensible price for a bag. I have been feeling this a lot recently, with managing to stop myself dropping £200 on several sparkly dresses (yes, I know, it is very much my weakness), dresses by Tibi, 3.1 Philip Lim, and Chloe because I have decided that £300 really isn't so bad if it's designer, and £500 for those Marc Jacobs shearling boots. Those would be practical in Edinburgh. Sense is saving me. And soon, builders fitting a (cheap IKEA) kitchen will be relieving my bank account of a couple of grand!

sunday sunday

Being hungover is a waste of a day. I can't even dress inspired (gap boyfriend jeans, brown gap sweater, converse). All I've managed to do today is take my clothes to the charity shop, make my boyfriend cupcakes for his birthday, and a lot of laundry. Not exactly productive. Tomorrow is Monday; maybe I'll get on my to-do list then.