I apologise first for my lack of posting.... just to demonstrate how titch the keyboard is making it impossible for me to post properly without at least making 20 typos, here is a wee pic of the wee keyboard. iMac in the room is all very well but when you're waving around an infrared keyboard that may or may not type the letter s, it just doesn't bode well for blogs like mine.
So I am in Paris but not buying up a storm because shock shock horror horror, my life doesn't actually revolve around spending like there's no tomorrow and I do indeed have other things to do to fill my time here which is sadly coming to an end tonight. Still, there has been a few things of note... namely revolving around the wickedness that is Mama Shelter where I'm staying. Titchy keyboard aside there is a
A lift which is covered in tidbits printed on a plasticy sheet that I love inhaling in the mornings // A hair-man mask over my bedside light...
A mirror on each floor that is scribbled with local events happening each day where I like to reminisce about the times when I took photos in the mirror...
Some of you might know that the big birthday (yes, a quarter of a century, forthieth of a millennium...I know!) was yesterday. Thanks for all the Facebook messages which I still have not figured out how to reply to. I gifted myself a visit to Versailles SPECIFICALLY for the Jeff Koons exhibition which is ending soon and wore an outfit best suited for standing in front of his Balloon Dog piece in magenta and smiling like a lunatic... the lace printed pink dress which I got at the Angels sale and some Falke lace tights over pink ones is fast becoming an outfit on repeat... which angrily reminds me of recent accusations that my wardrobe is somewhat of a designer fest which a) it isn't and b) who cares if it is... I can't be arsed to expand on the subject anymore because I'm still cheesed off that it put a big fat pock mark on my birthday weekend away...possibly all the rich and tasty food I've been scoffing has also made another actual pock mark butin comparison to the words flying around, I'm far happier having the real spotty McCoy.
You can't see too clearly but the ruffled bum bag is also being worn....it is the natural tourist thing to do afterall...
