So, yesterday I had a day off. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this post but I deserve a PhD in wasting time. In the morning I peered out the window and it was so foggy I couldn't even see the houses opposite. I went straight back to bed. There's a chunk of time wasted.
I got up again a few hours later and decided as I hadn't done any exercise for absolutely ages and as my Wii Fit STILL hasn't been switched on all year I'd better walk to the bank and the shops for a change. I dusted off my MBT's from the back of the wardrobe and tried to find something to go with them, not an easy task. The top half of me looked alright but the bottom half looked like I was wearing an orthopedic shoe. They are the most hideous looking things but I'm still hoping the "hours walk is equivalent to three hours of pilates" advertising. I have no idea if this is true because I hardly ever wear them.
As I was walking through Dalston a gang of teenagers whistled at me (even though I'm old enough to be their mother) then looked down and stared in amazement wondering what the hell I had on my feet. So embarrassing!
Vix and Alex - this is for you. Can you believe I went out in daylight wearing these?
They're even worse from the side! They are marginally better with a black legging, but not much.
Anyway to cut a long story short I got a bit carried with the exercise thing and walked for two hours. I had to go the bank, the stationers, buy some food and some cards to go with my parcels for my blogging friends - oh yes and I still haven't got to the Post Office either. I went in three card shops where I proceeded to tell the staff how dreadful their card selection was. One new card shop which has opened directly opposite the other one still sells the EXACTLY the same tat, why do we need another one opposite? Every card is covered in horrible flowery drawings and Care Bears. I think I was having a Mary Portas moment but they all thought it was very funny and agreed their cards are total crap.
I don't know what I did with my afternoon but by the time I'd got home, made a vegetable juice with my friend Frances and put a M&S chicken hotpot in the oven it was 9pm! I have no idea how that happened? How can I achieve so little in one day?
The point of this ramble is I was settling down with my TV dinner and a bit of Country House Rescue (is it only me that likes it? The really bonkers, eccentric families are the best) followed by a night of blog reading when I spoke to my friend Phoebe who said she'd pop round for an hour for a catch up as she was passing. Cut to two bottles of red and a lot of chat later and it's some ridiculous hour of the morning. All my plans went straight out the window. Again. So apologies again for my lack of blog reading, I'm going to catch up now.
Phoebe is the Fashion Director of a great new magazine called Ponystep which is out now.
Photography by Sølve Sundsbø
How gorgeous is this picture of Kylie? I wish I could get my eyeliner to go like that but it always goes a bit wonky.
Have a lovely day xxx