Yesterday I had quite a productive morning. Amongst other things I had my favourite pair of dolly shoes re-heeled. The new heels are actually better quality than the old ones…

Whilst waiting for that to be done I had a good rummage in a few old-school charity shops.

I found a copy of ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’ by Milan Kundera for 50p (which I’m trying to read but not actually enjoying very much). And also this hideous tie, which I bought for no other reason than it is handwoven Irish tweed. It’s disgusting and, as you can see, not only clashes with everything in my wardrobe but completely doesn’t fit in with my image at all. It is clearly an old man’s tie, and I am a young girl… I mean, I hate ties! I hate this grungy colour! Ahh, to be 75p and an example of good (?) textiles. I may need to make a garrison cap just to give this tie a place in my wardrobe. But until then, I reason all of my unnecessary charity shop purchases by telling myself that I can use it as a styling piece…When I next make a short film…which requires an old man in a tie. (Since a pretty handheld mirror – also 75p, or was it £1.75? – did actually come in handy once when I styled a film set in the 18th Century.)

I also bought a granny nightdress for the grand sum of £1.00. My aim is to transform its calf-length, too big, cream polyester satin self into a slinky flapper dress to wear to a party next week. It’s not fancy dress, but like that will stop me!

Tonight I’m going to the theatre to see this dance piece. By myself. Oh the ups and downs of having friends with totally different interests to me. Sometimes it’s refreshing, other times it’s lonely and sad…Roll on art school is all I shall say!