mad week

It really has been. Last weekend I had a lot of fun in London with my friend Fiona, her friends and my sister Amy. I embarrassed myself so fervently that it is not adviseable that I ever return to New Cross. Oh well. We also did a shoot in a park in Eltham on the Sunday, I assisted on the styling and got dog poo on my beautiful Clarks boots I have been so smuggly blogging and bragging about. The very same boots my mum has just returned home with, paying only £25 a pair for hers. Oh well part 2. Here are some of the pics from Sunday:



Monday I woke up feeling all depressed because I don't know what I'm doing with my life and then my friend called who has passed my cv on via another friend to a friend at Vogue. They called me that afternoon and I went for an interview for a temp job on Thursday. It was a bit surreal; been working in a charity shop for a year and the first interview I get since is at Vogue House. I don't think I'll get it but it did mean I got to make jokey Carrie Bradshaw references to myself in my head ("Petrified. Petrified at Vogue!") and I got a free copy of Glamour to read on the train home.

I've also been asked to go to a meeting on Monday for an inernship I applied for a few weeks ago. It's shitty thinking that I have to work unpaid, esp considering the thousands spent on my education and the fact I did pretty fucking well in both my degrees but if planting seeds for organic dyes on an alloment for an eco textile designer is what will get me a job that isn't retail then needs must. If that doesn't work I have a couple of other options to persue so maybe the little girl in granny clothes from Reading is going to get a shot this year?