Back To School

The worst feeling in the world is returning from an absolutely mind-blowing, life-altering, totally-bloody-amazing holiday and have to face the reality of another year full of essays, mountains of books, and cold, cold weather.

I’m wrestling with the urge to run away back to the hills of Tuscany with every moment, but the only thing keeping me from fleeing is the prospect of a back-to-school shopping trip. Stationary is one of my favourite ways to waste money, but even better than that is the wardrobe for a new semester! I’m leaning towards taupe, camel, ash, navy and charcoal… Satchels, thigh high socks, Peter Pan collars and capes…

Fashion. It always cheers me up!

The Hills Are Alive...

I have been absent again. I meant to absent myself, but with the mad packing, and now the repacking, I’m trying to move around at warp speed. I can only apologise. The above picture is a grouse moor that I was on the day before yesterday, I flew back from the highlands last night and I’m flying to Pisa tomorrow morning, to spend a week on the hillside below. It’s heaven there, and I get to see some of my favourite people in the world, but it means abandoning my poor blog AGAIN, and also I’m panicking about the laundry, repacking, and sorting my life out! In one week I will be back to fill your G Readers with more nonsense, fear not! Enjoy your week!

I'M BACK!

Hello again, everybody. After my week-long break, 'everybody' is in fact only a committed 3 readers, but - HI!

After a week of sunshine and wonderful French food, I am rounder and still extremely pale (which is why all of my holiday snaps will be appearing in black and white - as if it actually detracts from the luminescence of my paleness sitting next to my three girlfriends, the most tanned people in the entire world).

I arrived back to 600+ items on my GReader, and my September Issue of Vanity Fair, responses to which I am sure to post in the coming days. Of course I cradled my September Issue of Vogue everywhere I went (I might as well have been carrying a two-year-old it was so heavy) and after an extremely scary moment on the train back to London yesterday (when the large, odourful man sitting next to me took my Vogue away, flicked through it, and then returned it, while I, all the while, was trying not to cry at it's virgin pages being sullied) I am ready to tell you all about the heaven within its pages.

So, lots of fun and interesting things to come, but right now, I'm going to unpack!

All Packed and Four Hours for Sleeping...

So, I'm all packed! The perfect capsule wardrobe in a tiny, tiny case. I may not be blogging for a few days, but if you're craving a hit, I can recommend perusing the archives... Away we go!