Preoccupied by London looming in the horizon of the week. Planning outfits, things to do, where to go, what to read, think, breathe. We leave on Saturday and return on Wedensday. I'm totally broke and should not be going at all, but fuck that. I cannot wait to stuff my face in Chinatown and Camden. And go shoe-hunting. Any fabulous suggestions are ( Read more... )

London was a success, of course and again. Mother and I survived without fighting, hogging the duvet, killing or otherwise harming each other. I discovered I have a decent grasp of London geography. We shopped, feasted on Chinese food, rode carousels in Leicester Square, had afternoon naps, second breakfasts and too much coffee. I miss skinny ( Read more... )

I want to go to London on a Wedensday sometime in March/April, only to see Madame de Sade. I would arrive early in the morning, check in, have lunch and go see the play (a matinee). I'd have the rest of the evening, and the next day to shop and prance around in London. The plane home leaves at 8 pm. I could do it for 3500 NOK, or so. It's utter ( Read more... )

I must see this Madame de Sade. Judy Dench, as the wife of de Sade. And I'm not there to see it. Fuck!

Wyndham's, I think we saw The History Boys there.

Wood's How Fiction Works must be an utterly delicious piece of critique, and I want it. Oh, do I want it! He seems to have an ongoing love affair with free indirect style, much as I do. I think I could go mad buying books on free indirect style. It makes me bouncy with glee ( Read more... )

Camden is burning, or parts of it, at the very least. Hawley Arms is apparently lost to the flames, but there have been no casualties - yet.

BBC's take on it. It seems my London-returns bring with them calamity.

London tomorrow, and I haven't packed a thing. Hihi. London, London, London. Though I have to be good, and not buy anything. Control. Staying the hell away from Selfridge's/Harrods (awfully punctuated, Harrods) is absolutely imperative. I will not be able to control myself in the face of Louboutin, quite frankly ( Read more... )

I and London have some unfinished business. Namely, me going out, dancing myself sensless and getting drunk on someone else's expense. I am going back the tenth (of February) <3 ( Read more... )

Chivalry is dead. No man would consider opening a car-door for a woman, much less offering her a hand to help her out. Nor would they ask her if she needed help with the luggage twice her size. It did, however, turn into a half-hearted zombie when a very cute Briton decided I looked the epithomy of a damsel in distress. Kristine had picked up her ( Read more... )

I found the mermaid dress on sale at Karen Millen. And could not buy it. Bah! If I find it again in London, in my size, I will not be held responsible for the money I spend. They had rhinestone-shoes, and a rhinestone-clutch, too. BAH!

I did find this, which was affordable. And pink, I don't know what is going on with me. But the sleeves, the ( Read more... )