My inner being is yearning for a good summer clothes shopping spree. Alas, it is raining outside and my bank balance isn't exactly in a condition to withstand a beating right now. Still, a girl can dream!
I've already started thinking about clothes for the cruise next summer as there won't be much opportunity for summer shopping because we go so early in the year and immediately after I will have emerged from a mountain of university coursework too. So I'll have to be on the ball and get some extras this year in prep. I'm definitely thinking of getting a white sun dress; they are such an elegant classic and can be wore in so many different styles. I'm dying to get a floral dress too, in a really lovely light material I'm hoping. Modcloth, Boohoo and Polyvore have some great ones. I'm also completely crushing on pastel shades at the moment; this green skater dress is absolutely gorgeous and I might have to give in a just buy it! Also loving the pretty pastel nail paints by Models Own, especially these new scented polishes which I'm dying to try.
I'll finish off with today's BEDM challenge: most embarrassing moments.
Three main events stick out in my mind. The first is what I have always thought of as my most embarrassing memory and I've already referred to it on the blog here. I was only seven years old at the time though so now I can look back on it and find it hilarious, though I think I cried in embarrassment at the time. I was at the airport with my mum and dad because my dad was going to South Africa on a work trip. While we were waiting for his flight to be called I went to the toilets with my mum and I remember running ahead of her on the way back to find my dad in the cafe area. I spotted him on account of his bald spot and cream trench coat and dashed over, giving him a massive hug and shouting 'Daddeeeeee!". Unfortunately more than one man in the world had a bald spot and a cream trench coat in Manchester airport that day and this one was not my dad. I was mortified but he seemed rather amused and even thanked me for the hug before I ran away in shame.
The other two events happened more recently. One was the Christmas before last when my brain didn't kick in fast enough and I swore, very loudly, in front of Elliot's parents (doh!). Model girlfriend, I think not...The other time was a moment I should probably be embarrassed by but instead I just find it funny. I think that airport incident might have numbed my embarrassment sensors or something. My bedroom in my second year at university was in the attic so my windows pointed upwards, meaning not having curtains was never an issue in terms of preserving my modesty from the neighbours. Alas, one can evidently become too used to strutting around nude whenever one fancies it because I carried on doing this when I moved home for the summer. Where my bedroom overlooks the neighbour's back garden. And they employ gardeners. You do the math.
I probably have a million and one other embarrassing moments which have happened over the years but, let's be honest, most of those were probably drunken times and those don't count!
I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. I'm off collecting dissertation samples with the Mothership who has kindly offered to trudge around a moor with me in the pouring rain, and plan to spend the rest of the weekend in my pyjamas getting reacquainted with Netflix (what a babe!)
