Today has been a quiet day. I am heading off to do a nightshift tonight, and could get shot of some of my extra clothing because there's a charity collection at work. With my general plan of wanting to get rid of extra clothes I have and never use, that would be quite ideal.
But lo and behold, I have spent the day reading a magazine, waiting for a text off someone, pondering whether to change my work bag into a new Primark-purchased studded bag (more space for extra socks and warm gloves), wondering why I have so many lipglosses and why I have such girly rings when I am more of a minimalists non-frilly lady.
Life is quite funny like that, plans rarely work out when you have more entertaining things to look out for.
Clothing-wise, I am in a bit of a conundrum at the moment. I am trying to find a decent 1950s-style swing skirt, that I could wear with a simple top and maybe some heels, but to no avail. Everywhere seems to be full of pencil skirts, and I am abit wary of them. Much as I'd love the Joan Holloway-esque look, I think my reasonably heavy chest would benefit from a flared skirt (much as I love my big ass to be on display ;-) ).
I am having a few days in London ahead with someone highly important to me soon, and would like something that is a bit more pretty and not so plain.
Bloody fashion. Black jeans and red lipstick it is, then!
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