I am a terrible blogger.

Aren't I?
It's been nearly a year; well for all intents and purposes it has been a year. That makes me pretty much the worst blogger ever.

Right, quick update then down to business: this year i graduated!
I also now work in fashion, in London town, which is a pretty glum place to be these days, what with winter, the recession and newspapers and magazines overrun with that most ghastly of terms: 'credit-crunch.'

But yesterday it snowed, and HOW. I woke up to a winter wonderland; sooty Holloway Road washed clean and bathed in a blanket of pristine white.
The buses were all suspended, tubes were down and HURRAH - no work.
I'm back at my desk today, but refreshed, rejuvenated and so ready to resume this blog.

So quick update; my style resolutions this year are:

a) to channel french chic,

b) to add a dash of English eccentricity, and

c) to invest in some pretty pastels to help me float into spring and out of this slump.

And with this in mind, behold my next 3 purchases:

1) Urban Outfitters silk blouse - in the most delectable lemon sherbet colour.




3) Lomo Diana camera in Dreamer - because lomo images are just amazing, and this camera is so beautiful it makes me want to lay down with it in a field of cupcakes.


4) Topshop Lolly heels - in a lovely blush pink.

I've also replenished my slew of American Apparel basics, but that's neither here nor there!
xxx

This Week:

...was London Fashion Week, where I worked/attended shows and picked up a nasty chill, which brings me to where I am today, in bed at quarter to four in the afternoon on a weekday, in my sloppy clothes, on a 7 hour tv-marathon. Thus far I have imbibed multiple episodes of Greys Anatomy, one splendid episode of Brothers & Sisters, and a couple of not-so-spectacular episodes of Cashmere Mafia (seriously-what is that show?).
The last week was fun though; highlights included my VIP pass, giving me access to all parts of the Fashion Week site, free food and drink, a free haircut, and a fantastic masquerade ball last night (thank you Aganovich). The other thing that kept me going all week was my rediscovery of Blur's Modern Life is Rubbish album, a classic and perfect in every way. I listened to it every day on my journey both to and from the Natural History Museum in South Kensington, and found me listening enjoyment undiminished even on repeated listenings.

Blur's second album saw them finding their feet just before they suddenly became Britpop's poster-boys, and in songs like Chemical World they started to develop those themes of everyday British life that would become their trademark. (Damon Albarn's delicate ballad Blue Jeans has always been one of my favourites, along with Miss America) If you haven't heard this album, buy it, buy it now.

A little winter sun.

It is the most lovely day in London today; it's the 6th of February, but it feels more like early April. I walked past Cavendish Square this afternoon, on my way to the John Lewis food hall to pick up some cookies for the meeting in the office today and gazed wistfully at everyone who'd spread themselves out across that little patch of lawn smack-dab in the middle of W1.
It took me back to the summer at the end of my first year of university, where every other day saw us (me and the then-boyfriend) on the lawns of Hyde park/Park in front of the Indian YMCA in Goodge street/any little bit of green. It's my idea of bliss, and yesterday I planned my perfect picnic (if London weather obliges it may come to pass quite soon):
Hampstead Heath + bottle of lovely vino + strawberries, grapes and nibblies + a little music & a copy of Lula.
Bliss.

My perfect picnic playlist:
Blur's Modern life is rubbish + Think Tank - the entire albums
Snippets of The Smiths
Maybe some Kooks - they always evoke summer for me

This is a work in progress clearly, sitting indoors at a desk isn't helping. What would be on your list?