It's a bastard because, as I said per my last post, this time of year makes me feel grossly, disgustingly, horribly consumed by nostalgia. Maybe it's the change in seasons or the sudden fluctuation in temperature but there's something about the leaves turning brown that makes me want to drink hot chocolate, cradle my hot water bottle and get lost in a good book. And cry. And stand on the bus listening to Folklore trying to look all mysterious. And buy a pumpkin to then carry home under my arm like I just plucked it from my allotment. And buy winter boots to stomp around in. And wear turtle neck tops. I wore a woolly hat to the park the other day.
Anyway, to ensure my blog doesn't just become a series of weekly Sunday Summaries and nothing else, I've put my heater on for 16 minutes and wrapped myself up in three blankets in order to commit myself to this catch-up. Peace by Taylor Swift is playing and I feel suitably cosy, which is emphasised by the steady downpour outside.
After the mention of rain just now I realised I don't own a waterproof jacket which, as someone living in England, is really stupid. Usually in the winter I can get away with a long coat and a hoodie but as we seem to be stuck in a perpetual downpour I've decided to peruse the available anoraks on offer. If I had the money, I'd get a coat from Rains or Hunter. Something transparent or vaguely see-through to show off my outfit underneath. One year in Edinburgh, where it felt like it rained every single day, I bought a raincoat from ASOS that leaked at the seams and I used to turn up to class with wet shoulders. It's really quite crucial for a coat to not do this, after all, it's supposed to be waterproof. I also think it's important for an anorak to be longer than your bum. Otherwise, the water just runs off the edge too soon which means when you go to sit down your trousers are all soggy.
Earlier, after a slightly tragic morning, I took five minutes to run to the shop and buy some milk for a hot chocolate. (I was after squirty cream too but they were all out). It was really fresh and crisps outside with a sort of spring-like promise in the air, of new possibility and opportunities.
But whatever, it's raining now.
My Zara boots arrived yesterday and so far I've only tried them on with my pyjamas / WFH clothes but here is how I feel: a) sad I can't afford the 'real' ones from Prada b) that my feet look like hooves - if a deer ever looked down at their feet they would see what I see when I wear these boots and c) I'm going to have to wait to get my trousers back from the tailors before I can style them properly. I did, however, get a really cute turtle neck vest from Zara which when paired with a leather jacket looks absolutely fantastic. Don't be put off by the fact that it looks a bit like a jumper you'd put on a dog or a hot water bottle cover. I thought that but it's very nice IRL.
Also before you ask, yes I did watch all of Emily in Paris in one go. How do I feel about it? I'm not sure but I did read Raven Smith's article on Vogue about it: Trés Cliché: Deconstructing the Exquisite Tackiness of Emily in Paris.
Okay byeeeee I'm almost too cosy I'm borderline sweating.
Actually, before I go, this morning I attempted to make porridge. I know I'm on this whole cooking crusade since lockdown but I actually? Fucked up? Making porridge? It was claggy, awful, horrible. Truly inedible. I quickly Googled 'how to make the perfect porridge' and I am none the wiser. More milk, fewer oats.
Okay, goodbye,
Lauren xo
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