paris

We are going, today! After my last exam(s)! It is good.

I forgot to post yesterday. I was packing. I have too many clothes bundled into my little suitcase. Boyfriend rang this morning while I was still in bed and I confessed to this. He fully supported the decision to take too much stuff because "it's nice to have choices" and this is why he is brilliant; even though it is clearly deranged to take eight dresses and two pairs of shoes and two jumpers and a skirt and and and etc for three days away he just says what he knows he should and everyone is happy.

Definitely not enough punctuation in that last sentence.

To revision! And making myself look chic and so on.

oh my god

WHY

Mom jeans? Really? Topshop, these are not a "new" shape. Go away. GO AWAY.

pillow talk

On the phone, late Sunday evening, dozing as we compare weekends and make plans, conversation inevitably draws back to how cold it is. Because we are British. And incredibly interesting.
I am always cold. I list what I am wearing; Pyjama bottoms, two tshirts, my enormous (and unwashed) university hoodie, and socks. I even have the hood up.

It dawns on me, when we hang up, that should Law fail as a career, I'd be a great phone sex worker. You know, for that niche sector that likes girls in oversized grubby layers. Filth!

material

I've had a some very complimentary comments on the way I dress recently. Basically, I want to be this girl.

You really should click that link.

I did some shopping at the weekend. I even bought a top that wasn't black, or grey. It is blue, though, so hardly a departure from my usual palette.

On a related note, anyone finding that London is making them accidentally skinny? I have dropped a jeans size without even trying. Not complaining, but boooo to having to try on clothes amid sweaty Saturday shoppers.

Seriously, click that link. Even if you're a bloke. She's very pretty.