Air and Compote

I have had a wonderful week, albeit one which has left my bank card twitching on the floor, begging for mercy. Lots of yummy restaurants with yummy friends, from burgers to falafel, and lots of ticket buying for an impending trip to oxford via bristol for the BFF's fashion show.February is shaping up to be a cracking month - a visit my most favourite-other-year-abroad-friend from Poitiers, a visit from the parents, a trip home, and excitement upon excitement, Florence and the Machine live and in the flesh. purrr.

Next week I intend to hole up in my garret with some Joyce and Molière (not necessarily my authors of choice, but ones i must read before dreaded 4th year) , and to exist on compote and air, and to not spend a single penny. Doubtless this well-meaning plan will be thwarted by Zara, a friperie or my latent inability to cook anything edible, but we shall see.

To prepare myself for a week of asceticism, let's finish with some things i really want but can't have, shall we?

Exhibit a)This is nearly my perfect bag. From Mimi Berry. I need a new one, and I reeally want this one, and it isn't too expensive (155 quid). I am going to continue to mull it over.I expect my resolve to crumble on Tuesday of next week, or whenever I get paid.

b) My bedroom to magically look like this one from the Toast catalogue, only instead of that plaid cushion there would be a floral one -



C) A Diptyque Candle. This is likely to happen, as there is a shop five minutes from my flat, and I feel that scented candles are immensely important to be well being. However, which one to choose? and 40 euros on a candle, really?

D) For someone who I love (there are a fair few of them, and I am not fussed as to which of them it is) to turn up as a surprise. Demanding, moi?

E) For Gossip Girl to come back. I need me some Chuck/Blair action.

XOXO

A Fug of Self-Pity

I lied. No exciting stories for you. Apologies. I am having a rubbish day slash week, filled with insomnia, broken laptop chargers, broken down metros and weird itchy stress induced rashes on both my thighs. The insomnia is the worst. One night of it would be fine and par for the course, but 5 nights of tossing and unstoppable trains of thought which will not go away has brought me to my knees. I can't understand why my brain hasn't just given in to my body's blatant need to sleep. Bastard. So no fun tales to tell or joy to impart, but at least I have found exactly how i want to look for Spring -

Photo from Jezebel from the Anthropologie Spring Catalogue.

Nothing much really

I have nothing of any interest to impart, apart from perhaps the fact that I found the french version of Marks and Spencers today, which is both excellent and terrible. Excellent because they do Covent Garden Soup, decent Indian food, and are only 4 streets from me, and terrible because they are as extortionate as Marks and Sparks.

So here is someone who looks far more interesting than me. I love her. I don't even know her. But I do.. I found her on an awesome tumblr of well dressed non-skinny people. Tomorrow will be more interesting, promise. (even if I have to make it up)

Quelle Commencement..

So, after a week spent in bed with a horrifically debilitating evil food expelling virus, otherwise known as 'the ULTIMATE new year detox', I am back at my desk, braving the joys and smells of line 13, and getting back into the swing of things. Its quite a relief to be somewhere other than my apartment and have some distraction from my thoughts.

New Year and Christmas were wonderful, friends, family, food, girls coming here for new year. Favourite present? A stack of Persephone books from Father Christmas. Perfect for curling up on my sofa and devouring with some Lindt Orange Intense chocolate.

I am jealous of the snowy fun in England. Here it is simply perishingly cold, which gives me an unattractive 'drunk face' rash, and icy, so I can't run, which was my main new year's resolution.

January has to be the meanest month. Don't you think? To cheer myself up I've order books galore from amazon and some choice items from ASOS, including an Eiffel Tower print playsuit. Will I ever be able to carry it off in Paris? Stay tuned to find out..

xoxo