Overdressed

I seriously underestimated the heat in Dublin today. I just dragged myself out of bed and into a loose hoody and jeans, and headed for the bus stop. Once I had woken up to the world around me I noticed that the sun was glaring down from behind a couple of scattered clouds. Damn. It was one of those situations whether to run home and change (I was wearing a VILE top underneath the hoody) or wait and suffer. I ended up contemplating this for about 20 minutes before a bus actually came, while simultaneously thinking, ‘damn, I would SO make it back.’ Actions speak lounder than thoughts.

To make matters worse each shop I went into seemed to be in one some joke against me, like, ‘turn off your air-con when she enters’ type thing. These shop entries could not be avoided however. The summer sales are now going on. They are just too tempting. I mean, it’s not even a bargain at the end of the day;

“Wow look, this is only 30e now!”

“Uh, it was 35e originally, and is a pair of socks.”

Who can resist Ralph Lauren socks? That’s the most genius thing I’ve heard all day.

Was flicking through Vogue when I should have been paying my friend some attention today when I met him for coffee. A picture of Cameron Diaz rocking the Dior jumped out at me.

I love this Dior collection by John Galliano, it was probably just the Stam ad campaign that done it for me. I love it! Anyway, my point being, it’s pretty much the same color as my debs/prom/whatever the fuck you call it, dress. The shop called today to say it was ready for pick up. Pity I am car-less and parent-less at the moment. I’m not feeling the blue accessories. Well actually I am, but it just seems so wrong and therefore feels so wrong to say.

Disclaimer: My dress is not actually that fucking hot.