Golden Hour

 

You’ll have to excuse my end-of-the-day hair in these photos, folks: it was… well, it was the end of the day – that ‘golden hour’ so beloved of photographers, but so hated by hair which was curled first thing that morning, and had been thrown up in a bun, blown around by the wind, and hastily combed through with my fingers since then. It’s like the hair is a metaphor for life itself, really, isn’t it? It starts off all smooth and glossy, and full of hope, but then time wears on, and… actually, let’s NOT continue with this line of thought, yeah? Happy thoughts, people, happy thoughts…

Anyway, other than making excuses for my bedraggled hair, I don’t have a whole lot to say for myself today. I know, amazing, isn’t it? I’d say it’s because I used up all my words (and all YOUR words, too, actually) with that massive rant about blogging last week, but I’ve written several thousand words of what will hopefully become my blog tips ebook since then, so apparently there really IS no stopping me. The working title for that book is ‘The Never Ending eBook’. Because, let’s face it, it probably WILL never end…

(Aside: was anyone else really disappointed when they watched Never Ending Story as a child and discovered that the story did, in fact, end? I took everything very literally when I was younger – I once freaked the hell out when my mum told me my grandparents were ‘over the moon’ with their new car. Like, full-on sobbing and wondering if I would ever see them again, because THE MOON, seriously – and I remember being shown it at school for some reason, and being quite worried that it was literally NEVER going to end. I mean, my mum was expecting me home for dinner, and I had my riding lesson that weekend: it wasn’t a great time for a never ending story, you know?)

This post WILL actually end, however, so I will simply note that I was sent this skirt by ChicWish a while back, and I was a bit stuck with how to style it, because it’s an organza skirt, and let’s face it, Carrie Bradshaw I ain’t. Then I was tidying up my dressing room last weekend and I noticed this Fever London top was exactly the same colour as the skirt- like, EXACTLY the same colour – so now I’m just kicking myself for not realising it sooner, because think of all the matchy-matching I could have done by now if only I’d known?!