so i'm sitting at work. and i'm bored. but slightly (ok, extremely) mollified by the fact that it is friday, and that in a mere 87 minutes i shall be ensconsed in the warmth of the electricity showrooms in old street, scotch in one hand, gorgeous boy in the other (nothing wrong with being optimistic).
and after that, it only gets better. fair play, i have class tomorrow, which i will undoubtedly be hungover for, and which will therefore be rubbish. and it's true, after that, i am shooting in wembley park, which will be damp, muddy, and possibly a bit leechy (do they get them in london, or is it just squirrels?). however, the point is, i won't be at work, and throughout my potentially exhausting day, i have a night out at trailer trash with my girlies to look foward to.
and so, what to wear, what to wear, what to wear? have been advised by a girlfriend to wear my pink tutu and hightop adicolours. but, having recently turned 25, i am becoming increasingly wary of dressing in this manner, insofar as i wonder if it is really appropriate for a woman of my age to dress like a member of josie and the pussycats on crack.
in fact, i think now is the time to take off my black nail polish, hang up my tutu, drag a brush through my hair, and grow up. because after all, it has to happen sometime, and 25 seems as good a milestone as any. my days of satorial frivolity are over; i'm off to GAP to buy some chinos.
2 comments:
Seriously Gussy? That is disappointing. Style has no age!
that's why you have to read to the end... =)
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