Oliver and me were discussing my flower trousers last night. Apparently they are bordering on ’15 year old girl in too much make up’ trousers. We were also practicing Swedish.
Oliver ended the conversation by saying
‘Jag gillar flickor 12 år’.
Oookay! He explained it by saying.
‘I dont know the word for 15 so I said 12.’
Isn’t that what they all say?
Miranda’s new blog and my beloved piece of art
I am so buying a frame for this baby right now. Need to settle on something to do it justice. Red velvet, black satin, a mini cape like a drape? Or just a simple frame to let the full glory of plastic fangs on peach shine through.
AW in wimbeldon and good bye party for Andreas. He and Tom did tequilas. I sneaked off as soon as they started looking expectantly at me and went home to kix for dinner, wine and buzz. Most certaintly the best decision for my hangover.
Saturday morning started with me and Westfields. I bought completely useless summer clothes that made me feel like summer is here and I’m living the dream. After shopping therapy I met Dani, Kirsten and Elin in Notting Hill for an embarrassing amount of moscow mules. Summer was almost here.
After drinks, pizza and half of the group giving up and going home me, Dani, Eric and Fredrik went on to Star where we drank some more moscow mules and entertained the other customers (that means mainly ourselves) with dancing and loud ‘singing’.
Fredrik’s scary tattoo
We were on top of the world (that’s what all the sugar in the moscow mules do to you)
On Sunday I felt like dying. But after looking at Elin and Tom heading to the tanning shop I felt I needed to do something so I took my kindle and headed off for the best place on earth – the cemetery.
Sun, flowers and my book made me feel much better about life in general and I even managed a smile.
Elin and Tom are off to Rammstein with Ben and Candice tonight. Not jealous at all! I’m going to drink cava and eat strawberries with Kix. She promised to have summer theme for tonight. Like that idea, still feels like spring outside and the thought of summer, warmth and tanned legs (on every one else of course, mine are always pale and this year i’m not even allowed to tan them given last years tea debacle) make me smile.
Booked St Anton. Really looking forward to it. Need to get some ski clothes, last time I skied, about 8 years ago, I was still in dads old parka. Cool and all bit maybe not fit for the look of glam (haha) I generally go for.
Bought really short shorts today. Not sure when I’ll use them. People generally tell you to not live in the past. How about living in the future?
The it colour for the fall is burgundy. I know one very burgundy man that is going to be miserable. It’s a hard job staying out of being trendy when you only wear one colour, now and again you will just happen to be very in.