I did managed to add to my own personal portfolio of images, I have a folder of these that I am collecting for a blurb book, again the folder expands weekly but I have yet to put money where my mouth is!
Most uplifting of all was the windows at Liberty's. Once again they are a triumph of perfectly executed fantasy.
I am beginning to tire of my endless baubles, I have in the past struggled to cope with costume jewellery, preferring the cold weight of semi precious stones. lately it has felt narrow and cloying in the same way only hanging my own photographs on the wall would feel. Sometimes I ache for a greater variety and since I can't afford the silver collars I crave I had a look for something different. I found one in Noa Noa and have ordered two from Toast, a strange shop that appears to not stock what it sells in it's catalogue and only has one branch stuck off the beaten track in Islington.
Emin asked no less than six bloody times if I was dropping Leyla off then coming home, he cannot fathom how I can fritter away a whole day in London, but I can and will do so again next Saturday. This time the V&A is calling.