Apparently I can talk about Lady Petrova and my house simultaneously.
I like to think this photo is proof that I do actually go out and wear nice things sometimes. I wish there were more opportunities in my life to be fashionable, but unfortunately (or fortunately?) I am not Naomi Campbell and I don't do household chores in ball gowns. The minute you become a home-owner, all you ever want to do is fix your place up. I used to stay up at night thinking about deadlines at work, but now I have anxiety issues over feature wall colours, entertainment units, rugs, blueberry bushes, you name it and I've thought about it at some point at three in the morning.
This photo is from a couple of weeks ago, when I was invited to the launch of Lady Petrova's autumn/winter 2014 collection. There's a partial shoot of the collection up on Facebook, which is very '90s Parisian chic. The big issue will be deciding upon the single piece that I will be able to afford (apparently when you have a mortgage, there are two options when budgeting: a) stick to the budget, or b) let the bank repossess your house). Things aren't made any easier by the fact that my house budget and my clothing budget are now effectively the same thing. And I thought I had expensive tastes in just clothing..
This weekend we dropped just under a grand for a vacuum cleaner. Granted it is a Dyson, and hence guaranteed to pretty much last forever. I kept complaining to Ken that the money we spent was incomparable to the same amount of money I spent on my Rodarte skirt, despite having only worn it twice. In my defence, I get a lot of satisfaction simply opening my closet and burying my face in its silky goodness. How wrong I was about the Dyson; this vacuum is like a jet plane engine in my hands. Ken thought it was all getting to my head, as I screamed THIS IS AMAZING repeatedly while cleaning the house. I now understand why there's one of these vacuums on display at MOMA.
A final image of Tilly and I, as stolen from Brenda's blog. It pretty much sums up the diversity of Petrova's clothing and clients; there's always something for everyone.
Also, sample sizes no longer fit me; something that has slowly happened ever since I started getting my fitness and health into check. This is part of a bigger post that I've been meaning to write for awhile, but haven't quite figured out how to articulate it all properly without promoting weight loss (because that's not the point of getting healthy!) or being triggering for eating disorder sufferers.
On that note, today is not a rest day and I have a workout waiting for me!
This photo is from a couple of weeks ago, when I was invited to the launch of Lady Petrova's autumn/winter 2014 collection. There's a partial shoot of the collection up on Facebook, which is very '90s Parisian chic. The big issue will be deciding upon the single piece that I will be able to afford (apparently when you have a mortgage, there are two options when budgeting: a) stick to the budget, or b) let the bank repossess your house). Things aren't made any easier by the fact that my house budget and my clothing budget are now effectively the same thing. And I thought I had expensive tastes in just clothing..
This weekend we dropped just under a grand for a vacuum cleaner. Granted it is a Dyson, and hence guaranteed to pretty much last forever. I kept complaining to Ken that the money we spent was incomparable to the same amount of money I spent on my Rodarte skirt, despite having only worn it twice. In my defence, I get a lot of satisfaction simply opening my closet and burying my face in its silky goodness. How wrong I was about the Dyson; this vacuum is like a jet plane engine in my hands. Ken thought it was all getting to my head, as I screamed THIS IS AMAZING repeatedly while cleaning the house. I now understand why there's one of these vacuums on display at MOMA.
A final image of Tilly and I, as stolen from Brenda's blog. It pretty much sums up the diversity of Petrova's clothing and clients; there's always something for everyone.
Also, sample sizes no longer fit me; something that has slowly happened ever since I started getting my fitness and health into check. This is part of a bigger post that I've been meaning to write for awhile, but haven't quite figured out how to articulate it all properly without promoting weight loss (because that's not the point of getting healthy!) or being triggering for eating disorder sufferers.
On that note, today is not a rest day and I have a workout waiting for me!