Today is not a day for cooking. Nor is it a day for putting together an amazing outfit. Instead, today has been all about being hungover, trying to crank my brain so I can finish an essay and lounging about not opening the curtains because I just don't want to.
Today is perfectly embodied by the fact that this morning I found the mail basket and hall full of weetabix that I can only assume someone lovingly posted through the door last night... thanks xox.
Last night was brilliant. The gig was amazing, afterwards my first ever visit to a Weatherspoons was probably too enthusiastic and then extended to Nice N Sleazy's where we ended up meeting the band members and being embarrassingly gushy and getting a picture (Oscar Cash, we <3 you) as well as having one too many skittle bombs. Feeling it today my friends.
So instead of the usual recipe or review or bubbliness about cuisine I'm gonna do a primarily fashion blog. Looking and lusting at pretty things will make me feel less slumpy.
Just to paint a mental image I'm sitting eating a large bag of bacon rasher crisps dunked in cream cheese, ew, you don't need a picture of that. Or, incidentally, the deep fried hamburger I accidentally bought on a drunken whim last night. I can still smell it.
So here are the things I am lusting over at the moment, an insight if you will into my fantasy lookbook.
Next winter I'm definitely going to be investing in a new winter coat, my old faithful is a bit out of date and a bit scruffy. Something along the lines of the Whitepepper from Oh My Love.
The whole Folklore collection that Topshop have in at the moment is what I want to be wearing come sunnier days, in particular all the print trousers and shirts.
Leftover chilli baked potatoes for dinner. Perfect hangover fodder.