Clothes, brunch, mountain biking...
Went into town today to have brunch with 
nineveh_uk.
On the way up to Jericho I stopped in at Jigsaw to check out a wool coat that I'd seen in the window; I've been thinking for some time now that it might be good to have an (English) winter coat that's a bit shorter than ankle length. This one had truly epic lapels - just a bit too epic for me to pull off - and also made my torso look like an unbroken rectangle (which it is, and which is fine, but it's not a look that I need to exaggerate for effect). I was a bit relieved by this because it was £200 and if it had looked amazing I might have had to consider buying it.
So then, because otherwise I would have arrived 10 minutes early, I put my head in the door of the small charity shop on Walton Street. There I found a black wool Reiss coat of a similar length that fits me perfectly, has a collar you can wear two ways depending on climactic conditions, and cost only £20. I'm certain it cost at least ten times that new. This never happens to me! I often find amazing things in the local charity shops but finding something you're actively looking for is beyond the pale.
nineveh_uk gives the coat two thumbs up so it's not just wishful thinking on my part. Really excited about autumn now.
We had a lovely, leisurely brunch at our usual lovely, leisurely brunch place. I think we were there two and a half hours in the end? We discussed our respective travel destinations and the joys and difficulties of making plans; journalling practice; and talked quite a bit about the Olympics. I've never envisioned myself as the sort of person who can fannishly, and enjoyably, discuss sport for over an hour, but there's something refreshing about the fact that one's tastes can still evolve. After all, who'd have thought that I'd end up learning Icelandic?
And then there's the Olympic mountain biking...
There was some doubt whether Peter Sagan could even get to the front of the pack. But he was in third place in no time. It was all going so well! So well that I could hardly bear to watch, and it turns out I was right to be worried. Many good things come to an end, for there was one puncture, then another, then another mechanical of some kind, and I spent most of the race watching his performance not on television but via the standings on the official website. Super depressing, alas. I doubt he would have been in contention even without the punctures, but it was fun to hope, and it was fun to see him up front, however briefly. :(
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nineveh_uk.
On the way up to Jericho I stopped in at Jigsaw to check out a wool coat that I'd seen in the window; I've been thinking for some time now that it might be good to have an (English) winter coat that's a bit shorter than ankle length. This one had truly epic lapels - just a bit too epic for me to pull off - and also made my torso look like an unbroken rectangle (which it is, and which is fine, but it's not a look that I need to exaggerate for effect). I was a bit relieved by this because it was £200 and if it had looked amazing I might have had to consider buying it.
So then, because otherwise I would have arrived 10 minutes early, I put my head in the door of the small charity shop on Walton Street. There I found a black wool Reiss coat of a similar length that fits me perfectly, has a collar you can wear two ways depending on climactic conditions, and cost only £20. I'm certain it cost at least ten times that new. This never happens to me! I often find amazing things in the local charity shops but finding something you're actively looking for is beyond the pale.
nineveh_uk gives the coat two thumbs up so it's not just wishful thinking on my part. Really excited about autumn now.
We had a lovely, leisurely brunch at our usual lovely, leisurely brunch place. I think we were there two and a half hours in the end? We discussed our respective travel destinations and the joys and difficulties of making plans; journalling practice; and talked quite a bit about the Olympics. I've never envisioned myself as the sort of person who can fannishly, and enjoyably, discuss sport for over an hour, but there's something refreshing about the fact that one's tastes can still evolve. After all, who'd have thought that I'd end up learning Icelandic?
And then there's the Olympic mountain biking...
There was some doubt whether Peter Sagan could even get to the front of the pack. But he was in third place in no time. It was all going so well! So well that I could hardly bear to watch, and it turns out I was right to be worried. Many good things come to an end, for there was one puncture, then another, then another mechanical of some kind, and I spent most of the race watching his performance not on television but via the standings on the official website. Super depressing, alas. I doubt he would have been in contention even without the punctures, but it was fun to hope, and it was fun to see him up front, however briefly. :(
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