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hashtag talk in a lurid pink jersey

hashtag talk in a lurid pink jersey

Got told off for running in an art gallery today. Nearly thirty. Still being an idiot in public. I feel like talking in hashtags so here it is: #poorimpulsecontrol.

That's the long weekend done and over with, people. Hope you're having a lovely start to the week wherever you are.

And for pete's sakes - don't run in the art gallery. Walk.

Slowly

. Like a lady.

Thanks 

City Gallery

!

The most colourful person in the room. As per usual.

This was a dark room with this CRT tv playing a black and white subtitled documentary about African tribal masks.

Hey, can we talk about fash-yon for a sec? I bought this Mean-Girls pink waffly jersey from

Asos

on

Soph's

lukewarm recommendation ("

okay quality, a bit scratchy. Mainly bought it for the colour"

). I gotta say, it fits my winter jumper requirements perfectly. Roomy, slouchy, suitably 90s. 

However, it's so sneakily normcore that I had to dial it back up a notch and pair it with this bewildering piece of hardware from

Glassons

around my neck. My husband laughed when he saw me wearing it. But that's okay 'cause that sometimes happens. I was really attracted to it because it felt like a necklace that couldn't make up it's mind about what it was (

am I Aztec? Or punk? Or sort of teen witchy Pagan?

) so it decided to be everything all at once! I like that approach to life. 

Most of all, I felt like this was what my Vault Dweller character would wear after she'd spent some time in the Wasteland running with the raiders in Fallout 3. I know that game was, like, six years ago, but I still love it. Right? Right? Right.   

Looking sheepishly into the distance.

where everyone knows your name

where everyone knows your name

first day of winter