So I didn't get the job. But lets move on to more significant things such as our five year anniversary and the all important valentines day. Mikey and I celebrated by taking a long weekend in London pretending to be the epitome of sophistication. We lunched at Selfridges, had latte and dessert at Liberty and purchased exquisite truffles from Harrods. We even saw a show at the Fortune Theatre and strolled in the sunshine for the day at London Zoo. By the end of the weekend I was exhausted; I have concluded ladies in London with their chic attire and flawless aura are either born with it or are forever battling to stay conscious. I loved our weekend and playing the role of the couple we could be but when we returned to Kent I felt home. I feel fate may have had a part to play in being unsuccessful with the London job; I'm not sure it would have made me happy. However when Mikey took me for a surprise Valentines day meal at our local, extremely posh sea food restaurant with cocktails it occurred to me it is the sophistication, not the location I enjoy.
I think I just need to face facts; I am not a fashion blogger. I enjoy fashion. I enjoy the idea of being a fashion blogger but I am not. I am not flawless. I don't have coffee dates with Starbucks. And I don't have enough confidence in my choices in fashion to blog seriously about it. So for now I shall Pinterest and hopefully the rest shall follow. The other morning I had Weetabix with blueberries, raisins, banana and honey so all I need to do now is put an issue of vogue next to it and upload the pic to Instagram with some funky hashtags and I will be half way there... oi.
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