Camel... not the humped variety but the colour, is still in. Camel, nude, buff, the must have colour of the summer still has legs and is going to guide us gently throughout autumn. I have to admit, having a complexion best described as pasty, I resisted the urge to delve into the nude trend at first knowing that wearing it would land me a role in Casualty, as an extra playing a sick person, should I wish to audition. However, I managed to stumble upon the most gorgeous pair of nude patent leather sling back heels in John Lewis which I now adore. And so, in celebration of nudeness, I'm adding a Stackable Swarovski bracelet to the eBoutique in topaz, hope you like.
Hair has been doing a scarily accurate impression of wool throughout the summer and I have decided enough, is enough. I'm now trying out Aussie Frizz Miracle conditioner (Australian Blue Gum Leaves Extract.) Still takes a big round brush, a bucket full of blue goop and very hot straighteners to wrestle the head into submission but I have had a few "shiny" compliments this week so looking.... better.
Lastly, I attempted to jog this morning for the first time in about 20 years. I went jogging in an attempt to get fit and lose a bit as I have a gorgeous blue, shantung silk dress I need to get into by December. I told lots of my friends I was going to attempt to jog in the hope that it would make it harder for me to back out. Wasn't sure if I would be able to, if knees were upto it etc. I was a sprinter at school which has left me minus the legs of a gazelle and with pins akin to Emile Heskey in the chunkiness stakes. I was hoping to at least look like I knew what I was doing and not look like Mr Bean. Anyway, I put on appropriate gear; stretchy pants, old trainers etc and stepped out of the door at 6.20a.m. First thought was "gosh, hope no one else is up and looking out of their window." Then, off I went, started slowly then picked up the pace. I thought I was going to make it home without seeing anyone, (please God,) but then, on the home straight, in the distance I could just about make out a man walking towards me on his way to work. Even though I looked like a runner with the pants and all, and felt that I looked the part and not like I was fleeing a crime scene, said man did look a bit scared. As the gap between the two of us closed, I raised my hand in the fashion of Fred Dinenage from his days of "How!" Didn't feel able to actually speak, not sure I could have spoken and maintained breathing at the same time so a wave it was.
I had left home without a watch so no idea how long I'd been out but as I returned home and eagerly clocked the new time like a marathon runner checking her personal best, I had been out jogging for a whole..... 7 minutes! Whether I keep it up is another matter, whether I can even get out of bed tomorrow will have to be seen but still, ever so slightly chuffed at my 7 minute wonder :)
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