- The Dress;
- tights on tights;
- an H&M cheap ‘n’ stretch tube skirt to protect my modesty;
- one of those long-sleeved base-layer t-shirts that’s as thick as a vest made of spider silk, but is meant to keep you warm by some kind of dark magic, and doesn’t.
- a Kate Moss for Topshop pansy print wrap dress that I’ve had for about a million (*cough* 6) years.
|Trying to cool my little face down|
The dress was a present from when I had a boyfriend. This boyfriend had a brilliant eye for women’s clothes; once he turned up on my doorstep with a carrier bag, saying that he’d thought the contents would suit me. Inside was a beautiful blue ombre dress that I still have. I don’t miss having a boyfriend (most of the time) but I do miss the free clothes.
I’ve heard that Kate Moss is doing a new collection for Topshop, launching in May. I’m quite happy about this, despite some voices of derision from the journalistic fashion community. They’re just grumpy because they have nothing else to be grumpy about. Kate Moss largely passes me by- I have no interest in her life, and we inhabit totally different worlds- but I do like the clothes she designs.
I am, of course, wearing my DMs. I’ve been to too many gigs to be unaware of the perils of foot-stamping/mis-jumping. I tell yer, if anyone jumps on my feet this evening, they’ll know about it. Not that I’m going to hurt them, I just mean that my shoes are pretty solid. Wrestling for drumsticks, stamping with DMs; I sound like a proper hooligan. I’m very nice really.
There’s been another development with my African Adventure saga; they’re rescheduled another flight. This time it’s the first one from Heathrow, put back by 45 mins. Please can someone reassure me that this is normal? I know I should be thinking “wahey, adventure!” but my worry-dar is going off and I’m imagining 3 weeks in Addis Ababa airport. Not particularly what I want. But my dad did tell me he bought the best t-shirt he’s every owned there on a lay-over. Swings and roundabouts.
£525! Thank you so much, again. It really means an awful lot, both to me and the women you’ve helped.
If you fancy helping a bit more (£22 for a civil rights workshop, remember…) please go to justgiving.com/caitlinsdress or text ODOM50 £5 to 70070.
I’m going back to work now. Thanks to the miracle of post-scheduling, I’ll be dancing my little cotton socks off while you read this. I’ve managed 25 daily blogs this month, and I’m damned if I’m going to fall in the final week.