... go to the Botanical Gardens
If there was ever to be a prize for the best methods of avoiding Old English essays, I would have very little competition. Swa cwaeð Dina, writing another blog post... who said I try too hard?
This weekend, Oxford's botanical gardens seemed the perfect backdrop not only for my mustard cardigan, but for my mustardy disposition. I can't recall what mustard tastes like, but I guess I mean bleak, bitter, dispirited, yet trying very hard (too hard?) to be a bright, happy shade of yellow (and failing). Sorry to speak in riddles. I guess I just mean I was terribly sad. However, I have realised this week, this term, is that you absolutely must keep going, no matter what, even when life feels like this... or like this... or even like this.
Anyway, here are some photographs of me dancing in leaves and looking at plants that will make everything okay. Straight away. (E-mail me if they don't, and I will try and cheer you up as best as I can with a mind-blowing assortment of handpicked GIFS of dancing cats.) My sister, who visited me this weekend, remarked that I look like something out of a Soviet children's film, which is definitely no bad thing in my
schoolbooks. Speaking of which, my new bag was luckily spacious enough to not only accomodate a few of the latter but also my DSLR - no mean feat, I assure you.
What is it like living in Dina's world? I couldn't possibly tell you, because I often don't understand her myself.
Oversized mustard cardigan, vintage via Rokit
Cream silk blouse, vintage
High-waisted navy tapered trousers, vintage
Red duffle coat, Gloverall, vintage
Brogues, thrifted vintage