loving the trashy faux chanel vibe
Today has been rather mild and arb, which is great – Mondays suck enough as it is, but shitty ones are the pits. I’m reaching new levels in my caffeine appreciation, and with espresso in the morning and a double Vida latte (and quattro – sigh) at lunch, I was at least vaguely awake today.
In addition to Vida fix, I also managed to find a cool new handbag at Xupa Xupa – and it’s big enough to fit in my BlackBerry and assorted goeters, bonus. Also, it has a rad leopard print lining. I was meant to get a hat, but that didn’t quite happen. Maybe next time, who knows.
In other news, I have started researching haunted hotels for some inspiration and research for my book. There are some amazing ones out there… old, gloomy, stately, trashy – each with its own story to tell. I’ve always been fascinated with urban decay, and forgotten old hotels hold a special appeal somehow. The most awesome part of this little process has been seeing pictures and somehow recognising the rooms – they’ve been there in my mind all along, but finding all these old pictures has just brought them into sharper focus and honed the images to what they need to be. I am determined to get this damn book done by the end of the year, really really have to push through and do it!
With the end of the World Cup now in sight, I’m already feeling a bit sad that all of this is going to be over at the end of this week. I’m not such a fan of The Netherlands, but I still want to see them kick some Uruguay ass (like most of Africa!). Come Wednesday however, I’ll be rooting for Spain – not sure how it’s going to go though. Really been full of surprises all round, so who knows who will end up claiming the final match.
Monday isn’t even properly finished, and already I am longing for Patron and weekend mayhem. *sigh*
She said whaaat?