While technology often fails me and often in a spectacular fashion, old school stationery seldom does. It made me so happy on that day I was having serious internet issues to be able to find my favourite yellow index cards available at the local newsagent. You never have to worry about software updates, passwords, internet speeds or compatability issues with index cards. All you need is a biro that works and a card box if you’re feeling fancy.
Speaking of sticky situations. I love the way Scanlon Theodore dresses look in store and on the celebrities whose Instagram accounts I not so secretly follow. I don’t think Roxy wears much Scanlon but I do follow her Instagram and her de facto page over on the Daily Mail’s website. That confession really does need a post of its own plus or minus an intervention from yourselves, dear discerning readers. I’m trying to unpack the reasons for my fascination. So complicated and possibly so illogical. Our lives are diametrically opposed yet there’s something about the way she portrays her life that compels me to look inwards and try and draw parallels which in turn keeps me going back for more on Instagram. Then there’s the personal ethos of determination, self worth (high) and work ethic (also high). Oh and, okay, I’ll confess… the clothes and the accessories. If I ever pursue further postgraduate study, I just might have to do my thesis on the Roxy and I dynamic.
But to get back on point. Scanlon Theodore. Such beautiful dresses. Take this (very stiff) crepe bandage dress. I love the bottle green, I love the length, the fabric really pulls everything into some kind of vortex but how does one even get into the dress? There’s no zippers and when I congratulated myself for getting into said dress, had a look in the communal (of course) mirror, the sales assistant suggested one size smaller.
I have several questions for you today, readers.
Do you print out stuff at work on the wrong paper on the regular? Do you then photocopy your print outs so they do end up being on the right kind of paper?
Where do you go for a killer dress? Bonus points if it’s one of those chi chi places with dramatically curtained, well appointed change rooms but which also ironically only have that one communal mirror five painful metres from where you have to get changed. Or just hit me with your favourites from Net A Porter.
And Roxy. Tell me I’m not alone. We need to discuss.