My brain is still fried from the week that was, and I just transferred a whole load of random images off my phone. Here’s a few of the random ones:
It’s just been one of those days and I don’t want to over-use my good friend Grumpy Cat’s very unique online presence but FFS sometimes, you know, just sometimes, I want to crawl into a dungeon constructed of my own self-pity and (borderline) Gen-Y entitlement and turn on a big-inch flat-screen TV watch every episode of that old comic standard, Press Gang, and be reminded of the fact that once upon a time, Julia Sawalha wasn’t just Saffron from Ab Fab, just like I’m not just a workhorse.
Tomorrow, I will regret this outburst and contemplate how grateful I am to be in a job I thought I would never have. Happy Friday to all! 🙂
I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. I think since I’ve started walking, like, everywhere, and realised that sensible footwear is probably the way to go, I’ve begun to appreciate shoes like these:
I know what these shoes look like. A mad, fugly mix of Professor Geeky McGeekson and a too-cool-for-school fashionista. Hipster chic. Ugly as shit, but so very stylish. Something my dad would have worn, yet something the Man Repeller would wear right now and be lauded all over Instagram for. Similar to this look:
I love the worn-in look of this outfit. I love the shoes, I love them in brown. I love that you could probably wear these shoes with a lot of different outfits, and I especially love that, should I be forced to, I could most certainly walk for miles and miles and miles in these shoes (unless I was drunk, then I could probably only walk for a couple of feet). I love the denim, but I’m not sure about ripped denim. I love the navy blazer and the jumper underneath. I love that this outfit looks a little polished, but not out-of-place at a coffee shop.
As much as I love this look, it freaks me out a little because, let’s face it, it has bloody zero sex appeal. It is not an outfit most women would wear on a first date, it is not an outfit worm by the likes of alpha female models or celebrities like Beyoncé or Miranda Kerr. It is an outfit that BIll Murray or Woody Allen would covet. Yet I really dig it!
Why do I love it so much? Because my worst fear is to dress like this: