Sigh. To my great chagrin, this week I have concluded that against my best efforts and highest hopes, there is no way that I will be able to look like Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face during my trip to Brittany. At least, not with the Arc de Triomphe black New Look dress that I mentioned in my last post. In fact, since last writing about it, I have only been able to work on it once. Though I am sad, ultimately I don’t want to rush the job. I would technically be able to get it done, if only a) I did not want to add side-entry pockets to the seams of the skirt; and, b) I was not working so much.
Alack, the plight of the freelancer! When you’re offered work, you take on more than you can really cope with. Thus, the freelancer’s adage that it’s either five jobs at once or none at all. (A bit like what people say about buses, or men*.) In any case, things have all of a sudden got so mad that I’m beginning to wistfully look forward to those idyllic days of more free time. I put the photo in above as I didn’t want this to be a dull and picture-less post (I’m wordy enough as it is…) but it does hark back to a certain sense of joie-de-vivre. My boyfriend and I were pretending to be tourists, posing in front of the Saucy Gherkin and looking like we are auditioning for the chorus of Singing in the Rain after buying some flowers n stuff from Columbia Road market.
What, you want more? Fine, have more.
We’re so uncool, we’re cool. Unlike real tourists.
*Neither really apply in my case since I dislike buses and avoid them where possible; and since I’ve not been single in over three years. What a relief. I would hate to have to date!!!
P.S. these photos were taken on this day which I also documented (below the graduation photos).