Military chic deficit continues
The elated monkey noises once filling my happy lungs have been replaced with a long, sorrowful sigh.
I am so lumpen today in my wrap dress and trainers (heels still banned due to broken foot fiasco). The dim light of the photograph below represents the death of last weekend’s bright glow. Can it be true that I miss my backcombed quiff, red eyeshadow and contemporary dancer-wannabe get-up? Yes, it can be true. Natural make-up and a centre parting continue to translate into teenage boy when I try them. Unflattering dress and flat plimsolls compound sense of gloominess.
Oh well, at least tomorrow I get to tie up my sweatshirt and reveal my bristling, wan abdomen to everyone on the 9.33 to Kentish Town West, so that’s something to feel excited about.
What really is exciting is that I’m baking ginger scones for dinner tonight. Come on, positivity!
Chic
Sheesh
Conclusions:
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
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