Random street in Forest Hill lined with bunting
Last week, there was no outfit post. I can only say that this was for a few very good reasons. Usually, during the week I wear conservative office clothes, then over the weekend play vintage dress-ups and don silly sparkly things and take photographs. Last weekend was spent at a friends house in old jeans, plaid shirt and trainers.
This is why:
Troix et quatre
We spent last weekend looking after four – yes, FOUR – boisterous ginger kittens. After five catless years (the disadvantages of city living) this was a huge treat for me, and the best possible reason for dressing down. Just as well, since they enjoyed using my legs as a climbing frame, sneezing all over my shirt, attacking my shoelaces, and climbing up the chimney (resulting in soot-covered fur, and a subsequent unhappy bathtime).
Luckily, they did eventually nod off:
Sigh. This is why I could never stay in my little London flat forever.