Today I took my new god daughter out on our first outing together. Keen to be an excellent all round role model, I considered carefully the many cultural activities that we could enjoy together so that I can try and enrich her life in some small way. But, if I'm honest, it's best that she understands the real me more than any landmark, church or museum. So, I stuck to the culture that I know best and took her clothes shopping. There's no reason why she shouldn't be introduced to the merits of bargain hunting at an early age is there? It will only serve her well in future I thought.
So, we meandered through the cobbled streets of Windsor with a pair of shoes to buy and a voucher to spend (New Look, if you're wondering). To my despair, however, she slept through the entire experience. Off in the land of nod without a care in the world for retail and its infectious personna. She wasn't concerned at all about my New Look bargains (three in all) or my new Office sandals. She didn't even wake up to help me choose a mascara. Perhaps she's not going to be that into shopping...ummm, interesting. Or perhaps at under five months old, it really is too young. That's much more likley.
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
The death of yellow independence
It will be a sad day on Friday when my favourite accessory and I part ways. It's been a three year partnership that has endured some stormy weather and the odd/frequent bump and scrape. Yes, the yellow mini has, sadly, seen its finest day. It's been hard to accept, I can say so now openly. I've been thinking for some time that the time has come but it's taken a while to hit home. The failed MOT was the nail in the coffin and a shiny new black car is winging its way to me come Friday.
It's become part of my style identity so I'm sure a tear will be shed as the little daffodil finds itself a new home and I have to face the stark reality that is sharing a 'grown-up' car with a boy. I'm sure I'll manage though...after all black is the new yellow.
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
It's become part of my style identity so I'm sure a tear will be shed as the little daffodil finds itself a new home and I have to face the stark reality that is sharing a 'grown-up' car with a boy. I'm sure I'll manage though...after all black is the new yellow.
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
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