My 30 for 30 Selections

So I'm starting my 30 for 30 wardrobe remix today, and have only just finished my selections due to my ridiculous amount of laundry. I'm actually going to spend most of tomorrow finishing washing and ironing my clothes so I don't end up actually doing a 17 for 30 remix, as the rest is lost in the laundry bureaucracy of my house.

Also my camera batteries aren't charged and, as I said, a few bits are still soggy/in the wash so I thought "Hey! I can't be bothered photographing 30 items of clothing, so why don't I DRAW THEM INSTEAD?? GENIUS!"

An hour and a half and a very cramped hand later, here we are...

Pussy-bow Blouse - Peacocks
Cotton Top - Asda
Cape Blouse - Next
3 Basic Vests - Jack Wills
 Long Sleeved T - M&S
Tunic - Top Shop
Lace Top - Asda



LBD - Next
Maxi - Dorothy Perkins
Floral - New Look



Pleated - ???
Cotton Black - Dorothy Perkins
Jersey Black - M&S
Tulip - Oasis



Leggings - Dorothy Perkins
Skinny Jeans - Asda
Jodhpurs - Next
Bootcut Jeans - GAP



Jumper - M&S
Floral Cardigan - Florence and Fred
Long Jumper - Red Herring
Knitted Blazer - Laura Ashley
Leather Jacket - TK Maxx



Wedge Desert Boots - New Look
Suede Courts - New Look
Leather Boots - M&S
Trainers - Converse
Pumps - Dorothy Perkins


So that's it! That's what I'll be wearing for the next 30 days! I'll put photos up of myself for each day and then you can attempt to match what I'm wearing to my dubious illustrations.

The Opthamologist

I went to the opthamologist today. I hate going to the opthamologist, it's really awkward and you have to answer questions like "Does red or green look clearer?" and there is no difference and you don't want to accidentally give the answer that makes them go "OMFG EYE CANCER".



It's very stressful.

However, it's a part of life, visiting the opthamologist's office. Today, I even laughed there.

I have laughed before at the opthamologist's, but before today I always assumed the funniest thing that could happen at the opthamologist's was this;



Or possibly this;

Possibly even this;

But that was before today, when this happened;

The most awkward, lanky and uncomfortable looking man dropped one of the goofy glasses lenses down my clevage. We both looked down to it, then he realised what he was doing, looked away, went bright red and mumbled "Sorry".

I burst out laughing and had a lady-like grope to fish it out. It felt a bit warm so that was weird. I did consider wiping it on my jeans or something but decided not to. There isn't anything gross all up in my boobs anyway.

The Worst Morning Ever

It had been a very early morning that had started with a miserable appointment at the doctors. His opening gambit was 'Didn't you sleep very well? You look awful' and things generally got worse from there. As I arrived home all I wanted to do was have a cup of tea, get in my sleeping bag and watch E4.
As I opened the door into the kitchen I realised it was cold; I had accidentally left the door to the garden open. Silently telling myself off I looked to my right and saw Darcy looking at me, looking incredibly keen to see me and tell me something... and covered in feathers.

Straight away I was annoyed at myself for leaving her with access to the big, feathery pillows in the conservatory, which she had obviously spent her morning ripping to shreds. I walked to the back of the house to inspect the damage. When I saw what Darcy had done I actually stopped in my tracks and gasped.

The feathers weren't pillow feathers. They were from a bird.

A bird. On the floor. With no head. Feathers everywhere.

It was a bird. A bird. A BIRD. THERE WAS A BIRD AND FEATHERS AND WHY DIDN'T IT HAVE A HEAD??

I realised she hadn't been excited and happy to see me when I came home; she was simply exhilirated and HIGH ON MURDER ENDORPHINS.

I looked at her again and screamed "DARCY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??"
I shut her in the kitchen which sent her into a panicked frenzy and she started screaming and trying to see me through the hatch, leaping around near the worktops. I tentatively approached the bird which was now squirming on the floor. As it moved I realised it did have a head, it was just out of sight on the other side of the bird. I decided to use my best Famous Five skills and nurse the bird back to health. I started by gently stroking its wing.

I have to say this perked it up a bit. I'm not sure if it was out of fear or out of great gratitude that I had come to save it, the bird struggled to its feet and started to hobble about. That was when I noticed its back.

I don't know why I was so shocked. The feathers had to have come from somewhere. And now I knew where. The birds back. I leapt up and backed away from the hideous zombie bird with it's bloodied skin all over the place and ran to get the phone. With shaking hands, I hysterically called the local vet.

The vets were very kind (or couldn't understand my hysterical howls) and told me to box up birdie and bring him to them. I got a shoe box and cut holes into it before lifting Birdie gently into it wearing a pair of old gloves. As soon as Birdie was in the box he started rattling about and making me panic so I quickly ran to get in the car. I drove the mile to the Vets at two miles per hour, never once taking my eyes off the rattling box on the passenger seat, terrified that Zombirdie would leap out and start flying around.

I crashed into the vets shouting "I'm the one!! I'm the one who called about the bird!! I have the bird in here!" which seemed to alarm the elderly people sat in the waiting room with their asthmatic-looking dog. The receptionists took the box from me with an alarmed look in their eyes, and then I staggered back to my car.

I sat there for about ten minutes trying to get a hold of myself, and then eventually drove home and let Darcy out of the kitchen. I couldn't look her in the eyes as I picked Zombirdie's feathers out of her fur. She seemed suitably abashed.

So that's why I once spent a morning weeping while I hoovered the living room.