This week has brought us the good and the bad.

The good:
WEEKEND WANDERINGS
We jumped on a bus and found ourselves at the National Portrait Gallery wandering around Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize exhibition. It wasn’t great, the exhibition space was tiny so we were shunted along at quite a pace with no time, or space, to get a good look. Once again I disagreed with the prize winners but what’s new? I have a thing about portraits, which I’ve mentioned before, I find them almost awkward, like a conversation only the other person is way smarter than you so there’s no real chance of engagement. After a quick scoot around we headed to the Royal Academy for the Soviet Art and Architecture exhibition but the queue was mad so we satisfied ourselves with a look at Tatlin’s Tower and took a stroll to the ICA to sink a few pints of Guinness. Dinner was at Wuli Wuli in Camberwell, the Sichuan section of the menu is hot, hot, hot and delicious.
BLOGS
What Katie Does has become a daily read. A web designer who take brilliant photos, shares recipes and always has a picture of two of Yoni to make you smile.
CLOTHES
I’ll take this floral print blouse from Zara. Not too masculine, pretty perfect.
Pricey but nice Jaeger Boutique sequin collar top.
More sequins on this knitted jacket from Topshop.
BOOKS
I read The Help. I didn’t hate it. Honestly? Honestly, there’s a lot of good dialogue and shifting between characters to capture the development of the story but one thing really got on my wick – the boyfriend. Why? His inclusion is totally unnecessary, he doesn’t add anything to character development, or story and seems like he was crowbarred in there otherwise we might think she’s a lesbian. A woman without a man?! She must be a lesbian. Tiresome.
THEATRE
My bestie is so good to me that she takes me to the theatre. We saw a preview of Juno and the Paycock at The National on Friday and it was ace. ACE. I loved every moment but I think my favourite bit about the whole experience was the set design.
The bad:
WORKING LIFE
I’m having a bit of a freak-out given that I’m owed quite a bit of money by my former employer and it seems unlikely that I’m going to get all of that money back, it’s also up in the air about when I might receive it. The whole thing puts a dampener on my plans to start working for myself (I was relying on the money), buy lovely xmas presents for my friends and family, and more than anything, it fills me with dread, anxiety and loathing that this has happened, not only to me, but to a great deal of good people. Sometimes I want to scream, other days I want to cry but all I can really do is keep my fingers crossed that we’ll all get what we’re owed.
