weequizzie

I disappeared for a while. I wish I could say I was typing words, colouring thoughts, painting walls, baking bread… I wasn’t. I was moving house and then I was working hard, and then I sort of stopped for a few days, but now? Now we’re back on track with a wish for an Ashish sweatshirt that says hello and goodbye.

It’s time to climb out of the mire and into momentum – plans of travel, plans of mix-tapes, plans of lying down in a bed in a swish hotel where there are ponies near and red wine in a outstretched hand, with a book that has words that I don’t stumble over, in a space that doesn’t kneel on my chest too heavily, and plans of opening ears in a dark room where most people plant feet firmly, just swaying, and then the plan to buy some threads – some sweet trousers, winter boots, a Rodarte (Radarte) tee and some shoes. Lady shoes.

So, the weekend is all about sorting out a UK break in a lovely hotel, booking flights to Copenhagen and planning a trip to end all trips – I want to see the Northern Lights, so I will.

I’ve said it before, but this has got to be one of the best things ever made by anyone anywhere.

I want Ashish to ditch the spikes at Topshop and get back to pom poms and skeletons.

Rachel Proud is the lucky lady rocking the bones.

Old and new seasons.

Like the clothes you wanted to wear when you were five only for grown-ups. Hmm, maybe semi grown-ups. I will always be looking for the skeleton tracksuit – I want to get buried in it.