When I first got to London I was amazed at how practical and conservative I found my packing to be. I was quite proud of my button-downs, pull-overs, jeans and even (gag) flat shoes. In the following three weeks, I’ve had a realization that while a normal person may find it practical, I just find it dull. I have worn some sort of sweater every single day, and while I do love a sweater, it’s a hard transition to make from voluminous tulle skirts and daily over-the-knee boots.

Sure sometimes I throw on a pleated, ruffled vest, a massive silver belt or a gorgeous (albeit ostentatious) green hat, but I have not yet branched into my world of comfortable dressing. Which is why, I made my first purchase today. A fuchsia asymmetrical, semi-pleated skirt, that looks straight out of an autumn/winter Victoria Beckham collection. Yay!

I spent Saturday out with both of the lovely McDonnell’s and three of their wonderful friends. We explored Borough Market, and picked up some groceries for the week (and fudge for a year), and had a wonderful breakfast overlooking Kensington. In the evening, I continued to impose upon them through dinner and drinks in Covent Garden, before listening to street artists perform beautifully. The whole area was very communal, with everyone dancing and singing along to a variety of classic songs. The atmosphere did a 180 within an hour when I returned with a friend. It seemed much more hostile, although still quite fun. 

Sunday was spent reading 500 pages of various books, not for pleasure, and feverishly checking transfer gossip. With the imminent departure of Fernando Torres to Chelsea, but the arrivals of (hopefully) Andy Carroll, Luis Suarez and Charlie Adam to Liverpool, I will assuredly be stress eating crunchy peanut butter until 11 o’clock GMT.