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Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change

 Cardi: thrifted. Dress: Look via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: made by me.

Ah, the joys of March in England! We now seem to be at the ‘layers are the way forward’ stage of weather (Oh who am I kidding? That’s most of the year  - I never go anywhere without a cardi, umbrella and shades!) – temperatures fluctuating between shoes & no-cardi and boots-cardi-and-shawl in a single day.

It’s a good job I have so many cardis and shrugs…

Sometimes I feel so temporary

Cardi: thrifted. Dress: Dorothy Perkins via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: Next.

Strange day. I spent the first half of the it feeling oddly self-conscious of being much more dressed up than nearly all of my colleagues. And I have no idea why. My colleagues were their usual jeans-wearing selves except the other women who, like me, prefer a work/home sartorial separation and enjoy the opportunity to vary outfits to a greater degree. I’ve even worn this very outfit before and generally feel good in variations on its theme. But still I felt oddly, nigglingly conscious of Being Different all morning.

And then look what Sal posted while I was still feeling that distracting sense of Not Quite Happy In My Environment ondressing up while others are dressing down. Wise words all, as ever from her, and somehow just reading through possible responses and solutions melted my feeling away.

Sal, lovely, how in the world did you manage to time that so damned conveniently for me?

Have I held out for something that is never going to happen?


Cardi: thrifted. Dress: Look via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: made by me

Unscheduled absence from both blog and work last week – I’m one of life’s migraine sufferers, I’m afraid. I have no idea how those of you in professions where you can’t just take time off (oh, like, say, being a parent) manage with the sort of illnesses for which the only cure is rest. How can you possibly operate when standing up or encountering light induces nausea and possibly vomiting, never mind with more serious illnesses? I’m in awe.

As it is, I went in to work on Thursday, discussed (in what was, in retrospect, a rather overwrought state) some issues I’m having with a current situation to what I hope will prove productive effect, and then came home immediately afterwards as I was just too wiped out to think straight or stay awake for long and probably shouldn’t have gone in at all.

A quiet weekend of much rest, both mental and physical, and once recovered physically a certain amount of dragon slaying on Skyrim, has restored some equilibrium, though, and I’m crossing my fingers that all goes well this week.

Speaking of Skyrim, I’ve talked before about how I used to be more of a gamer (moving house umpty times in the space of two or three years pretty much killed the kit-upgrade budget – that’s really the only reason I stopped) and feeling both drawn to games and put off by the faintly boys club feel of discussions about it all – well, I figured if I was going to dip my toe back in it might as well be with something everyone raves about!

It’s funny, really. My interest in gaming goes all the way back to the days of tape drives (typed commands and syntax error, anyone?), at which time I flirted with BASIC programming while I was at it. I was just a kid, of course, but as fascinated as my dad by it all, and it was something I picked up pretty quickly. Imagine if I’d kept that interest up, eh?

Anyway, I’ve always enjoyed quest style games (major soft spot for Final Fantasy VII in particular), and not only is it just plain beautiful to look at and listen to, the non-linear, oodles-of-options style of Skyrim suits me perfectly.

Erm. Does anyone have any extra day hours?

I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew but it’s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.

 Blouse: New Look via eBay. Skirt: Oasis via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: made by me

Today has been a day for breaking out communication techniques. Discussing the application of slightly different ones to address particular problems, applying different sets of rather standard ones to several different but particular ends, and the invention of acronyms for when all else fails.

Day in the life of a marketing professional, or just day in the life of an average office worker?

This dance ain’t for everybody. Only the sexy people.

Jumper: H&M. Skirt: Per Una via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Brooch: Vintage.

Conference call today. The phrase ‘low hanging fruit’ was used not once but twice.

You can imagine how capable I am of forming coherent words at present, so I’ll leave it there!

You gotta keep ‘em separated

 Cardi: thrifted. Top: M&S via eBay. Skirt: White Stuff via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: made by me

And now, it’s the weekend for me so I’m ordering Chinese and settling in with a Hendrick’s and tonic by way of celebration.

These are about the right proportions, no?

How would it feel if I could touch you once again?

 Cardi: thrifted. Top: H&M. Skirt: Warehouse. Boots: Duo. Necklace: Next. Belt: thrifted

You know, I used to wear this skirt years ago, when I was last this size. And putting it on now doesn’t half demonstrate how much more I know now about what fits and flatters my body.

It’s not ideal yet, but it’s considerably better than it was before I handsewed an impromptu dart in it this morning to persuade the waist to at least wave at mine instead of sitting miles away from it like fabric wasn’t talking to flesh!

Be still, be calm, be quiet now my precious boy

 Cardi: White Stuff. Top: H&M. Skirt: Per Una via eBay. Boots: Duo via eBay. Necklace: a gift