Going Up…

  • MAC Pink Lemonade Lipglass. I’m not a fan of the formulation of MAC’s glosses at all but for this beautiful shade, I make an exception. Wearing this today while engaging in constant essay writing to the sound of heavy rain outside the window cheered me up no end.
  • Chocolate covered coffee beans.
  • Wearing heels. I love flats, I really do. I never feel more ‘Audrey’ than when I sport skinny jeans/tapered trousers and a cute pair of ballet pumps (of which I have many), but sometimes you just need a bit of height and a wiggle in your walk. Today was one of those days.
  • Reading non-uni books at bedtime. I made a silent vow to read more this year, which is beyond ironic considering I’m a literature student (or is it, I blame Alanis Morisette for my overwhelming uncertainty over that term). Unwinding with a book that I don’t have to think about in many deep and meaningful ways at the end of the evening is proving to be great therapy. Any book recommendations ladies?
  • Being tempted by beautiful black knee high boots in Office. They might make the perfect post-deadline reward actually…
  • The children being back at school/nursery. I know, I know, such an awful thing to say. I’m just glad I can throw myself back into my uni work without too much guilt now that they’re off having far more fun then they would be if they were home with me.
  • One 5000 word essay down…

Going Down…

  • …One 5000 word essay to go. I spent all day today in front of my laptop, collected the children, cooked dinner, bathed and bedded the kiddlywinks and then sat back down in front of my laptop. I made it through the first 1000 words so it was worth all the pain. My brain is total mush now though (so obviously composing a blog post on my laptop seemed like a good idea).
  • Rain.
  • My wardrobe. I have nothing to wear *spoken in a whiny, pathetic voice*.
  • My total inability to do any housework. I think I would actually die of shame if anyone saw the state of my toilet at the moment. It hasn’t seen a drop of bleach or a scrubbing brush in weeks, possibly months. I am living proof that you cannot do it all (and why the fuck should you, a grubby toilet never killed anyone… well, it might have, but mine won’t).
  • Mr. LA being away on a shoot in Brighton over night. I miss him, especially as there is no one to make me hot chocolate.
  • The kitchen falling apart. Half the lighting has died (it fuses all the downstairs lights if you flick the switch) and our microwave died on New Years Day. Cooking in near darkness and not being able to nuke my tea when I forget to drink it is irritating me no end.

Loveaudrey xxx

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