Kneel, tenant
Sometimes it seems this blog is really just a bucket into which I urinate directionless puns.
Today’s outfit had to be tweaked for practicality once again as it was raining and I’d just applied the anti-Pippa Middleton leg make-up of yesterweek, which I don’t believe is waterproof. Not a day for shorts.
After a week-long break from recipe copying, I’m looking forward to getting back on the hungry horse next week. Cooking, yehhhhhhhhhhh. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.
Precious metal
Vicious knid
Conclusions:
- This was the last day of photo-colouring glory
- Do you need a tissue?
- No, not in that way
- If you remember the vicious knids with as much fondness as I do, would you like to be pen pals?
- No comments on facial expression/limb size today. Getting too boring.
Canoes, ponchos, pub dinners
This bank holiday I canoed along the River Stour with a bunch of lovely people, several angry swans and no pairs of tailored shorts.
At the precise moment I was supposed to be in River Island (according to the Measure) I was instead on a river, poking affectionate fun at an extremely small island (it was my insecurity that made me do it). A far better use of time, we can all agree – especially when you see the pair of shoes I would otherwise have been buying. For £85. Why?
I’d decided canoes and cameras probably weren’t happy bedfellows so no photos exist of my rivergoing unfashionableness. Even for someone who publishes large amounts of awful photos of themselves on a daily basis, this is a great relief.
On arriving back to London I got back to my rightful duties and cooked up an enormous bowl of potato salad à la Fearnley-Whittingstall for me and my mate Charlie. I used more potatoes and more bacon than the recipe called for and yet we still polished off the entire thing, plus a family sized bottle of chocolate milk each. It was a bit sick but very enjoyable really. Coincidentally we also watched Easy Rider, which is (very nearly) the name of the fashion shoot this week, so in some roundabout way I feel I’ve achieved a degree of success. You may think otherwise. Here’s the evidence.
New potato salad
Huge potato salad
Today I woke up early and attempted the shorts/mac/belt ensemble dictated to me by my papery friend. Unfortunately, despite all the miles I’ve clocked up running around London and paddling around Suffolk, there’s no escaping the fact that I enjoy a pint of Stowford Press and a good yorkie more than the next lass. The shorts I was wearing last summer do fit me again, but that’s where the relationship ends. After staring at today’s fashion for a further ten minutes with my mouth open, I realised I was about to be late for work again, put a frock on and ran for the door.
Easy riders
Easy on the ciders
Conclusions:
- Canoeing is the don of exercise, and River Stour Boating are the dons of canoeing. A weekend to be recommended.
- I’d rather have the cider than the shorts anyway, so that’s OK.
Ten years, ten looks #7
Well this was a bit alarming. I think the model looks great but I was under no illusion I’d be able to pull it off.
I’ve taken off the shades at my desk but other than that the whole thing is fairly office appropriate. I know some say you shouldn’t wear shorts at work but with thick tights, boots and a longish blazer I really can’t see the harm. I don’t exactly look racy. Not feeling too chirpy either after getting through considerable amounts of red wine and port in front of Question Time last night.
Kate's rock chic
- Kate’s got sick
Grand conclusions of the week:
- How nice it’s been to have a week off, free to dine out and about with friends and family.
- No great investments needed, no guilty money splashed on idle capitalism.
- And no particularly ridiculous outfits. It’s been a fantastic birthday week, I saw all my most loved people, got some brilliant presents and entered the Decade of Success. I seem to have been on a rollover hangover most days but tomorrow my mum’s taking me on a birthday treat to a spa, so expect a refreshed, newly focused GG on Monday. (Do these words sound familiar?) Au revoir and have a great Weekend. x
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. 
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