Huh. Two hours ago, it was boiling and I cursed myself for wearing jeans. Now, however, it's pouring bucketloads and I've changed into shorts. If the weather were a person I would be cheerfully screaming at it and bashing its head in as if it were a person who has woken me up at 6 am on one of my extremely rare sleep-in days, or worse still, "forgotten" to tell me I didn't need to turn up for work.
But enough of this bleak, black stuff. Bleak should be contained to British weather and black should be contained to textual genres named after its French cousin. Yes, I'm talking about YOU, noir.
Regardez, mes amis. Et maintenant, je dois voir le Gossip Girl!
XOXO
You know you love me (and my horrible French).
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Noir empire
Posted by Annettella at 10:08 PM
Labels: Country Road, jackets, trench coats, winter
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1 comments:
I am still on the hunt for the perfect trench :( are they even supposed to be warm? every single one I try on just feels like it wont keep me warm.
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