fitting in, flitting out

I feel the need to blog again before I go away.  Must be because I know that so much is going to happen it will fill the whole of the next one.  This isn't wishful thinking.

I don't know why I don't take more holidays, being so greedy for the sun.  It's the flying I am not so fond of.  All the swimsuits I try on tell me to swim and swim more and more, I suppose I could visit the local leisure centre in the meantime.   I've got my River Island permanent staff pass so now I feel I'm part of the family.  I'll certainly take some River Island away with me.  The holiday stuff is colourful and the mood I'm looking for.

The way you can tell that I'm ready for the holiday is when I buy nail polish and make up to suit my new complexion, without thinking about my usual brands.  Get home and realise I've bought a lot of  water-soluble gel topcoat for nails which is about as useless to me as it could be.  

So far this month I've done the usual mixed bag, a casting with rugby playing men in shorts one minute, another for some nice Sahara outfits (which are again to my taste), fittings for ASOS where someone handed me a size 10!  Along with the supervising of girls doing outdoor sports and preparing girls for a gymnastics show.  

I've decided a need a killer pair of glasses to pull all my outfits together on holiday.  I know I have a few vintage pairs, including a blinged-up gold designer 1980s pair with round lenses, but I feel like I need a cutting edge pair.   Shopping is always serious.

shopping with a friend

My shower was repaired yesterday as the electrics had blown.  I met the most eccentric electrician ever when he came over and caused the sound of a medium sized mortar bomb to go off when he stuck his tester into the wiring.  He leapt back and showed me that he'd melted the end of his machine.  I asked him if he caused that sort of reaction often and he said it happens from time to time.  I had never seen anyone do that before.  Anyway, I'd be lost without my hot power shower, and a bit of mucking about with wires means I have it again.

It's time to sow all the seeds for the allotment, but while I'm typing this I am putting off going over and surveying the damage (and thefts) the cold weather and not going over there as often has produced.  So much digging at this time of year, which is good for the soul but hard on the willpower.  I will need a full manicure after and a steam of my my newly done hair and general body MOT.  I'm half typing / half watching my Isaac Mizrahi documentary in the background.  This is making me want to visit New York and film everything in monochrome and it's definitely my favourite fashion documentary.  I had to get it converted to a UK format as it was only available in the US.  It is so of it's time, that time being the '90s, but it had a big impact on me then, as was an early fly on the wall movie about fashion, designing, and models.  I'd done my work experience in a London fashion agency at around the same time.  It's making going over to the allotment feel like going back to the gym - not glamorous, but somehow necessary.

Next time I post, everything will be about holidays and feeling recharged and nothing about nostalgia at all.  

I can't wait to fill my instagram with beach photos.  In the meantime, have a look

Click my name     Andrea Claire East