On the subject of lies I then flicked through a trash publication the other day only to read about a journalist who posted lies onto her Facebook page, it seems people now feel they should be seen to live the dream even when they are not, I could not really put my finger what I found more tasteless, the initial stupid lie or the fact she was then writing about it and making money from the fact that she was a fantasist, or did she make it all up just to write the piece in the first place? The line between fact and fiction is so very fine how would we know?
I say this because for me I write with a brutal honesty and yet I can imagine my family reading this and not recognising me at all. Is this in fact just an edited slice of my life? Just a thought really.
Anyway down to business. How much do I LOVE this dress? Does anyone remember a blog called The Thoughtful Dresser? It was one of those blogs that I think used blogger's to assemble the grist for a book, but it was a good hub and spoke for ideas and sartorial conundrums, one such was glamorous dressing without exposing hideous underarm flesh. Well I give you this...
Haider Ackermann Is this not glorious?
Saturday was all about Kitty, we needed to find her a pretty silver beaded bag and sandals to wear with her graduation/prom dress. She has booked her hair appointment and despite loathing school she is determined to leave in style. So good for her bad for my purse, I get NO vicarious pleasure shopping for others..NONE That said we ticked the boxes and she then went on to tick a shed load more. Whilst waiting for her to try clothes on in Zara I ached to buy the following.
I have mentally made a note not to wear animal print but this dress was lovely and was very fluid, it looks better in the flesh than in the photograph but in the end I decided it was a no.
These trousers were just divine, but cried out for a crisp white shirt which sadly for me would act as a shit magnet for every tiny splash of dirty water, spitting fat and spilt tea, so it was with a heavy heart I left it on the rack, nothing do do with my arse creating it's very own op art headache.
I will be very honest and say that I loved this shirt so much had they had my size I would have crumbled, it was so very, very pretty.
I loved the heavy linen of this skirt, it was very full and would look lovely with black, but... did I need it? So left it.
I would like to say I went to COS and bought nothing, but I will be brutally honest and confess that I tried on many, many black dresses , but they were all way too small making me feel Gulliver in the land of little people.
I did buy a lovely navy t shirt with a kind of square Devore pattern.
Honestly? It kills me to not spend but It will get easier I know, how often do I eat chocolate now? Not very, and I was once a chocoholic. so I can do it.
We finished the day sharing some Thai food, I put away the camera to focus on Kitty and now I have Thursday at Chelsea to look forward to can't wait.