New gotta have Topshop midi dress
I’ll be wearing it with wedges and not much else now, and with mustard tights and ankle boots come October.
Have to say, my Friday mooch around Oxford Circus Toppers was much maligned by a DJ playing pumping choons right in my earhole as I browsed the sale rails for holiday bargains. Either I’m getting old and past it, or I broke my tolerance levels drinking “Savanna Cider” in Nandos for several hours last night (long story).
Still, the effin’ loud funky music didn’t stop me from picking up some beautiful, pyjama-style flick hem trousers with a floral print for just £7 – £7! One vest and a pair of ballet pumps later and I’ll be just about ready for my holidays (shame I have to wait another three weeks).
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking my hangover off for an early Friday finish and some unsettling/stimulating visualisation of the ravishing Stephen Moyer (hubba freakin’ bubba). I am finally reading Dead Until Dark, y’see…fangtastic.
Here’s my fave ever True Blood clip for your weekend delectation…