Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Wedding dresses

I seem to have been struck by the worst cold I have ever suffered in my entire life. This, of course, means that I am spending far too much time on the Internets, and most of that has been spent ooh-ing and ahh-ing over pretty white dresses which are completely unaffordable, which has only added to their desirability.

I went to a bridal shop two weeks ago for a designer's trunk show. Silly me thought that that would mean that there would be more dresses from that particular designer for me to try on. Instead, it just seemed like the usual lot of dresses - at least, judging from the sales assistant's befuddled look - and I ended up trying on two dresses from that designer, and a couple of others from others in the shop.

I didn't really know what to expect. I didn't think I would come across a dress and go, "Yes, this is the one, and I must get this!" In fact, there was only one dress I tried on and went, "WOW!" Despite that, it wasn't my favourite dress. My favourite dress was this one, and it's just so simple and elegant and... pretty much the kind of dress I'd love to wear to a posh party. But, that's just it. It's an incredibly nice dress for an upscale function, but I guess it's not wedding-y enough. 

The dress which elicited the "wow" from me though? I didn't like it as much. I knew I looked good in it, and it showed off my figure to a fantastic extent, but I just didn't feel it. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because whenever I wear anything figure-hugging, my eyes are inevitably drawn to my ginormous hips, and, no matter what anyone says, all I see are the hips and how huge they are. 

Friday, June 13, 2014

Engagement

Right, as the more eagle-eyed among you may have spotted, there’s a ring around my ring finger in the picture of me holding the Regent Tweet cards. That’s because I’m engaged!

It happened a few weeks ago, and my lovely fiancĂ© caught me completely by surprise. I’m now in semi-panicky bride planning mode, trying to figure out when, where, whom and how to finance this. I supposed that’s normal, right?

Anyway, I digress. I know I’ll be a little ball of stress because there’s so much to do in terms of organising this… and there was a lot to do even before the proposal, and I’m just not sure whether I can work on achieving the big goals I had before this!

But, thankfully, I’ve done yoga for three months now and I’m much better at relaxing, so I’m just going to do my best to enjoy this as much as anyone engaged person can.

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Wish us luck.

Monday, June 09, 2014

Regent Street Tweet 2014

2014 marks the fifth year that Regent Street are holding their annual Regent Street Tweet. This is the second time I have attended this event. The first time I went was in 2010, I think, and pretty much marks the time I started using Twitter seriously. Now, 16,000 tweets later, here I am.
 
My morning didn’t begin too auspiciously when I discovered that my house keys had gone missing and that I had been locked in. Fortunately, my brother managed to rescue me from my flat after an hour and I got to Regent Tweet an hour late. I was still able to register at Brasserie Zedel but ended up walking from one end of Regent Street to another and back as it was assumed I would be able to get from the registration point to the Apple store where the deck of cards was being distributed (different from previous years), but, due to some miscommunication, everyone had left the Apple store by the time I arrived and I had to head back to the registration points in order to get some cards.
 
Regent Tweet cards

At this point, I was rather tired, as you can imagine! I later learnt that I’d missed out on the photo call (*sadface*) and a very interesting talk on fashion by Damien Whitmore, Director at the V&A. Oh well!

Sunday, April 06, 2014

2014 Q1 Review

Well, gentle reader, as you will no doubt have realised, I have not been blogging at all much recently. It's been a strange combination of being too busy, yet not feeling that I've had anything really interesting to blog about. If you asked me in person whether I thought I had an interesting life, I'd answer in the affirmative. I'm constantly doing things outside of work that I'm happy to be doing, even if I'm struggling with them. I'm getting out and enjoying life. Yet, I just can't seem to find anything that I want to write about.

So, instead, I'll write about what's changed in my life over the last few months. It may only be the beginning of April, but there's a part of my brain that's just going, "Has three months of 2014 really gone by? How?" I'm not sure how, why I don't feel as if I've done that much, but, obviously, the calendar and the lengthening spring days tell me that it must be true.

2014 is supposed to be a better year for me. Or, more precisely, the Year of the Horse is meant to be better for those of us born in my year. Of course, for me, that means each and every one of my close female friends should be experiencing the same uplift in fortunes, but, as with all horoscopes, that simply isn't possible. On the other hand, I suppose you could point out that as long as I don't have to undergo surgery this year, it'll definitely beat last year. Set the bar low, I always say.

Without further ado, let me move on to the main sections of my life and just sum things up. Otherwise, I risk boring you and myself, and goodness knows that'll mean I'll be blogging even less regularly than I am now.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Happy New Year, somewhat belatedly.

I hope 2014 has been kind and gentle to you all so far, and that, if it hasn't, that it only gets better from here on.

I had what both my surgeon and I hoped would be my last consultation this evening, but, as it turns out, given the slow progress of my legs, it wasn't, and I still have another six to eight weeks of physiotherapy to go. As he said, while he was hoping he would be able to discharge me by now, there was plenty of evidence from the surgery that it wouldn't necessarily be the case, and there could be any number of reasons for my somewhat slow recovery.