This is another one of those posts that I start writing and think: why on earth would anyone care about this..? Is anyone going to actually read this? And now that you can’t wait to read on, that, my friends, is why I’d make the world’s worst lifestyle blogger. Not that I’ve ever really understood what that term means, but I assume it’s something along the lines of blogging about your actual life, rather than just what you wear in it (weird). Mind you, what I wear is generally x100 more exciting that what I do, which can neatly be summarised as: 1) go to work 2) shop online for clothes 3) put new clothes on and take outfit photos. Like I said, good thing I’m not writing about what I do… oh, wait a minute.
Anyway, that’s a long-winded introduction to something I did actually do that involved neither 1 or 2 of the above… and only a bit of 3. It was definitely not all about the 3 for once… just a bit about it. Because I don’t think I’ll ever be involved in any exciting activity where planning what I’ll wear for it isn’t part of the fun. And that’s just this blogger’s lifestyle…
And my life also involves living in a really great part of Cambridge that I rarely talk about, but love a huge amount. The first weekend of the year the local community puts on a winter/Christmas fair down the length of a main road (that my road is attached to) and the local businesses and shops do a parade and put out stalls… which are mostly food stalls, as all the best stalls are. Actually, things I do number 4: eat. I love food, I really do – and this fair for me is all about seeing what tasty treats are on offer each time. But don’t worry, I spared you pictures of me eating (the internet breathes a sigh of relief) and instead took them of pretty things like the amazing vintage shop that’s a minute’s walk from my house, my beautiful new Hell Bunny coat and furry boots. You’ll be seeing those again soon when normal blogging business is resumed… assuming you come back for more 😉
I’d like to add that these burgundy tights are fleeced-lined and that fleeced-lined tights are one of my favourite things in the world right now. If you’re in the UK, you can pick them up at decent enough quality from Primark for silly money (and your frozen legs will thank you for it).