It's getting up to 25 degrees (that's celcius...) today, Andy Murray beat Richard Gasquet last night (yes, I'm shamefully pleased...) and after my ponderings on missing the motherland, I got up and wondered why I had never worn my pink PVC skirt as a capelet thingy.... or in fact why I hadn't done it with a lot of my skirts.  From missing the motherland to playing with skirts.  Homesickness doesn't bother me a bit and yes, it is as easy as diverting my attention back to the more trivial things that makes the grumps go away for a simple being like myself. 

It will be scorching but with layering firmly in my mind, these thinnish bits and bobs had to go together; American Apparel grey tri-blend racerback, vintage Escada skirt, Topshop Boutique sheer black tunic, vintage black leaf and silver thread top, pink PVC skirt worn around the neck, vintage black sequin arm warmers   

What sort of mindset was I experiencing to battle the first weekend of London summer sales yesterday?  In all honesty, shopping on a Saturday in the West End is hell on earth and I try to avoid it all costs.  Still, I felt like a Saturday challenge and I knew that this was the one weekend that I'd have free to swan around the shops before the sales end so off I went, along with about a gazillion people who seemed to be shopping like it would be their last time in their life.  Heaving numerous bags, sweaty disgruntled men, bruised legs (that would be the sharp corners of cardboard bags jabbing into calves...) and general kerching-kerching going on everywhere. 

What is a girl to do with such an oversized bow on her head?  So yes, the Johnny Loves Rosie bow is parked up on la tete and whilst it would be so easy to wear something equally  girly along with the bow, I couldn't resist delving into the boyf's wardrobe again (it's grown again since I last road tested his clothes...).  The bow seems to sit well with the slightly oversized clothes.  I say slightly because the boyf likes his things quite fitted and they can't really compete with the oversized quality of the bow.  Every time I rummage through the boyf's wardrobe, it always surprises me how easy it is to put things together simply because it is so edited and pared down compared to mine.  Initially I do have wee thoughts about maybe changing my wardrobe approach but then those thoughts

Viktor Rolf for Shu Uemura paper clip eyelashes public wearing dashed.  Why?  Pesky opticians failed to tell me that after a dilation test, my vision would be so blurry that I'd need my boyf to help me home, wear sunglasses for the next six hours because light made my head go all woozy and basically start seeing wonky shapes everywhere.  So in the end, I missed out on the private view evening of the Viktor & Rolf exhibition at the Barbican.  Still, like blurry vision was going to stop me playing around with my vintage puffball dress which I won on eBay for pennies and haven't really done much with it.  Not sure if 'giant scrunchie' was on my mind but that was sort of what I was aiming for.  Treading on the 'What ifs' isn't usually healthy but here's the 'If I had gone out last night if I was temporarily blinded by my optician...' outfit.  Now there's a scenario I hope