Week in Pictures
It’s Saturday morning, which means it’s time for a good ol’ catch-up. I’ve already shown you (in quite excruciating detail) what last Saturday looked like for me, so here’s a quick look at the rest of my week…
On Sunday, all that spring sunshine flooding into the house convinced me it was time for a good ol’ spring clean (Let’s just gloss over the fact that I sometimes “spring clean” in winter, too…). Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a quick closet clear-out ended up turning into an hour-long trying-on session, in which I pulled out tons of clothes and had a fun time putting together outfits, while the cleaning remained un-done. On the plus side, I did end up wearing those shoes…
On Monday we visited my in-laws, and Terry took this photo of a squirrel stealing nuts from the bird-feeders in their garden. I spent the rest of the week laughing at the expression on its face…
On Tuesday, I developed really bad taste in footwear. Well, a girl can only wear stilettos for so long, you know? At some point you just want to be comfortable, and… OK, yeah, I’m kidding – AS IF I’d wear comfortable shoes! As for the real story behind these: anyone remember this post, in which I mentioned that my dad had been teasing me over my obsessive (HE says) floor-cleaning, and had suggested I buy a pair of “giant, floor-cleaning slippers?” Well, it turns out those slippers are actually a real thing: my parents came across them on Groupon last week, and bought me a pair as a joke. I mean, they SAY they bought them as a joke: I couldn’t help but notice that they bought themselves a pair, too, so who’s laughing now, huh?
Rubin, naturally, thinks the slippers are toys, and are HIS toys. He loves them. Terry, meanwhile, has no idea that I’m about to try to make him wear them around the house…
On Wednesday the spring weather managed to tempt me out of the house for a quick run. I can’t even remember the last time I ran outdoors rather than on the treadmill, and I’d already done the strength section of the Tracy Anderson workout I mentioned in last week’s post, so I was only out for around half an hour, but I was pleasantly surprised by how … “easy” would be the wrong word here, but I expected to really struggle with it, and didn’t, so I guess I’m in better shape than I thought I was: either that or good ol’ Tracy really is helping me become my “best ever self”.
It turned out to be much colder than I’d anticipated, so this is the only photo I took: honestly, the main reason I run AT ALL is so I can visit some of the horses that live near us. If they’d just build a Christian Louboutin store somewhere nearby, I swear it would help my fitness routine SO MUCH. My bank balance, on the other hand…
On Thursday morning, I woke up to snow.
I didn’t get a photo of it because thankfully it had melted by the time I managed to drag myself downstairs, but SERIOUSLY, people. And I mean, sure, it’s not unheard of for us to get snow at the end of March, but after almost an entire week of gorgeous, spring weather, it was pretty depressing, and felt a bit like going back in time, only not in a good way. (“A good way” being when you go back in time in order to save the world, or tell your younger self not to get a perm, even although all the other girls in your class have a perm, and your younger self wants to be exactly like all the other girls, in every possible way. NOT when you go back in time just so you can experience winter YET AGAIN…)
Anyway, the snow melted and this arrived:
Yeah, I got sucked into the Collectif sale again. Whoops.
It started with the ‘Greta’ anchor blouse, which I’ve had my eye on for over a year now, but which seemed to be permanently sold out in my size. Lately I realised that I’m somewhat lacking in the “pretty tops” department, which is a bit of a nuisance, because a pretty top is a handy thing to have for all of those “smart casual” occasions, which, ironically, I normally find myself having to dress down for, because everyone wears jeans-and-a-nice top, and I only have a) fancy dresses and b) ancient workout clothes. So when I saw that the ‘Greta’ blouse had finally been re-stocked in my size, I pounced on it, and gleefully added it to my basket.
“While I’m here, it would be silly not to look at the sale section,” I thought. So I did. And that’s when I noticed that the cherry print version of the same blouse was on sale, and ALSO available in my size. “Well, I DO need some pretty tops,” I told myself. Myself agreed, so we added it to the basket too, and made a mental note to speak to someone about the whole “multiple identity” thing that had suddenly started happening. Before checking out, I had a quick look at the rest of the sale, and, ooh, lookit! The ‘Bonnie’ cigarette trousers were down to £10! Ten. Pounds. “Why, that’s almost FREE!” I told myself, so even although I JUST bought a pair of black trousers last week, I added them, too. And folks, I do not regret it. Nope, because as much as I love the two blouses, and think I’ll get a lot of wear out them, those trousers are amazing. Like, seriously the best black cigarette pants I’ve tried – and I’ve tried a LOT of black cigarette pants, let me tell you.
“Good news,” I told Terry, bursting into the office, all cigarette-panted up. “The search for the perfect black trousers is over! I’ve found them!”
“We were on a search for black trousers?” said Terry, wisely choosing NOT to mention that I’d previously declared J Crew’s ‘Minnie’ pants to be the holder of the coveted “perfect black pants” title.* “Well, THANK GOD we can put THAT behind us!”
And he was right: we CAN put it behind us, because now that I’ve found these trousers, I will no longer have to try on every pair of black trousers I ever find, just in case they turn out to be The Ones. Instead, I’ll just buy these in every colour they’re ever released in. I mean, that sounds reasonable, no? Anyway, suffice to say, I’m happy with my purchases, but am considering asking Terry to put some kind of parental lock on the Collectif website to stop me buying anything else.
Finally, on Friday… well, on Friday I completely forgot to take any photos for this post at all. Can we all just agree to pretend that Friday was cancelled this week? Awesome.
(*They are, but they’re the perfect low-rise black pants. These are the perfect high-rise black pants. TOTALLY different.)