Don't shoot the messenger! I'm simply noting that I've noticed that the sun is getting lazy. It isn't up as early or partying as hard late into the evenings anymore. It's stamina is waning. These long lazy evenings spilling out onto the streets from the pub, lunches in the park and travelling on the train without hat, scarf and gloves are soon to be a distant memory. Sunglasses will need to be thrown out as the next time they're needed they'll no longer be in fashion and my skin will no longer see the light of day and will turn to a sorry shade of ricotta.
Although, I am looking forward to getting my jumpers out again, having a legitimate excuse to drink hot chocolate with extra cream and marshmallows (I need the extra blubber to keep me warm alright) and not shaving my legs again until next Spring. Also the lack of hairy male toes on the streets will be a blessing. Put them away Bilbo. So you win some you lose some.
As a final hurrah to Summer I have scoured the internet using up my precious precious time. . . . to compile a bunch of rainbow, sparkle happiness to keep our days alight while the sun heads down-under. That's what she said.
Firstly these rainbow wooden party goods. If you suffer a similar affliction to me then these might not be for you - wooden lolly pop stick on the tongue awfulness, dry as sandpaper and like a cat licking it's inner thigh - but if not then shop away! Sucre Shop
The festival season in the UK has come to a close, which for us Brits always equals a bad time. No more debauched fun in tents whilst getting on the sauce with a big group of friends once a month and jumping around a disused cow field in wellies and shorts.
A lot of festival fashion offends me greatly. Ass hanging out of shorts, crop tops exposing muffin top and other quirky insanity. If you want to fit in then just channel Joseph and his technicolour-dreamcoat meets Krusty the clown meets old time gypsy queen and you've nailed it. Welcome to Glastonbury.
That said I am a fan of the quirk, just not the batty crease (see ass hanging out of shorts)
These are a prime example (the name says it all) and I'm sad to only find them now because next year I can sure as hell tell you they won't be in fashion.
Apart from belonging in the category of 'daylight robbery' (£350 per letter. Graham you sure are taking the piss this time) I need at least one of these lights in and around my life asap. A 'P' would be ideal although a 'B' would also be welcomed just to add a little excitement to my room. I LOVE these!!
As much as I love my new job I have to admit that I miss my old one. Mostly for the products. . . well, only for the products. Nothing like open a giant box of new stock before the manager gets to it.
This is fabulous philo, just what I needed to read as I sip my tea in my pjs and try to cure my autumnal cold! X
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