Day 55 to Day 57: to grey or not to grey

This week I am exepriencing a lack of enjoyment in the old blog. Suddenly I found myself feeling somewhat down in the mouth about the whole thing and wondering why it is that I have decided to do it at all. It seems that during the summer sun I went stark raving mad when I decided to deny myself one of life's great pleasures. I suppose perhaps it is such moments of madness which teach one the value of those things that are often taken for granted.

Whilst I acknowledge that there is no specific need for me to shop, no girl with 42 jumpers NEEDS to shop, I also acknowledge that I love to shop. There is something mystically healing about browsing the rails of the local Topshop, something cathartic and something that I miss a lot. Its most terribly sad that I am lacking the enjoyment of perusing the opportunities that new fashions present and so I find myself looking at the magazines and considering how I can amend what I have to fit in. It was doing this the other day that I found myself engrossed in an article with the wondrous title 'Gunmetal grey is the new black'.

Whilst this causes no problems for me in terms of the HangerStrike (I have copious grey pieces in my stash), I struggle somewhat with the concept of grey. Whilst it purports to be sultry, sexy and mysterious and to bestow it's wearers with bewitching powers, unfortunately it makes me feel a bit like a grumpy cloud. Time after time I have been seduced by grey's captivating promise but if I were honest I am always left feeling more like a drizzly October morning than a steely Autumnal sky.  In fact, I would go so far as to say that my experiences with the colour grey have been far from satisfactory.

As you can imagine my grumpy mood was not lifted by editorial suggestion that I should dress like a cloud as the rain settles in for the long haul. It was all quite displeasing, and as a result I found my mind wandering to the shops and the possibilities that the non grey Autumn collections may hold. And then I remembered that my mind is not allowed to wander in that direction...which left me feeling like a grumpy grey cloud. As you can clearly see, this has been a most unpleasant scenario to find myself within and I leave you questioning my silly little project. Tut.

In other news, this is what I have been wearing this week.

Day 55: I think it is a bit of a shame that my skirt make me look like a hobbit with detached feet. I think in the flesh I didn't look like this.

Day 56: I liked the picture of me on the phone and ignoring camera man extraordinaire Dawks more than his actual photo. I guess perhaps it makes me feel less selfconscious about my pictures because I look more normal and everyday in this one.

Day 57; At the last minute as I packed up to leave work I realised I needed someone to take my photo. Bambi obliged but I fear it was a little late in the day for my makeup. Saved by my most favourite shoes though!?