>> My brain has officially decomposed into a mush after a week of Bacchanalian merriment that hasn't ended yet as I'm about to be whisked away to The Hand & Flowers in Marlow where duck fat chips and a copper bathtub awaits. The brain decomposing process has been helped along by repeat plays of my favourite segment in Fantasia (when December comes around, outcomes the Disney collection...) - The Pastoral Symphony and in particular, when centaurs and their pretty centaurides meet in a scene of gratuitous vanity and sexist fantasy. I am totally entitiled to think HOW GREAT it would be to lounge around with cherubs plaiting my hair whilst I file my nails with a reed and apply some lippie with a berry. The reality of objects that I've recently come across through kind gifts and lucky sample sale finds are also not helping me snap out of this hazy pastoral vision...
I'm writing this off as a December/birthday/Christmas combined indulgence. Come January, I'll be looking at this and puking on to my tax return forms.
(From top to bottom: Powdery floral bouquet from Scarlet and Violet, Nike x Liberty Douglas Stripe Blazer, Christopher Kane S/S 12 satin platform shoe, Prada crystal and resin rose bracelet hanging on my still-alive orchid plant, Samatha Thavasa x Libery/Hello Kitty pencil case - a gift from Mai and some Japanese patterend masking tapes, detail of Christopher Kane S/S 10 embroidered dress)
