torn

See, this is what I mean.

Yesterday's post - my answers, but especially other people's answers on their post - made me realise I needed some Blog Balance so I don't get Blogger Burnout. I was thinking of tearing a leaf from some people's metaphorical book, and not posting on the weekends.

But I woke up wanting to post! Hence, being Torn.

Not only that, but the post I want to do - about the woman in this shot - I kind of don't want to 'waste' it on posting on the weekend because I know a lot of you don't visit blogs on the weekend. Torn, again.

And then, the phrase 'this is what I mean' reminded me of Natalie Imbruglia's song, so I went to youtube and discovered this perfect version. Please, even if you don't normally click on my videos (does anyone?), please please play this while you read this post, trust me, it's really worth the click effort!



Oh I've come up with a solution: I'll just show you this one shot of her for today, and then do the rest of the post on Monday.

I have what looks like the same exact jumper, mine is by Adrienne Vittadini, I haven't a clue which boyfriend I got it from, or maybe my brother - I know I didn't buy it but it somehow ended up in my wardrobe - and it's all ripped and unravelled and I can't wear it around my mother, or my husband, but I love it and have chosen to embrace the unravelling, but stitched the edges it so it doesn't unravel further. I almost wore it to the Armani/Vladimir/Brambleton party, which is where I shot these photos. Hers looks deliberate - see the stitching?



Same with these tights. I don't know whether this girl deliberately did the runs, or if the bought them this way, but there's no way that's accidental.

We're going for another walk soon - Hyde Park this time - and I just KNEW that the jumpers in the plastic thing under our bed was invaded by moths. I hate those creatures, spent much of last night before I went to the Robinson Pfeffer party across town, trying to darn the moth holes in an old plum cashmere jumper that he discarded long ago, and sure enough, I checked, even my beloved cashmere cardigan that was my mom's has been attacked. I HATE MOTHS WITH A PASSION and have just sprayed the bedroom but I've decided, I'm going to start embracing the moth holes. Wear them with contrasting colours underneath. Show the world 'this is what those bastards have done'.

I'm all out of time, this is how I feel. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. And so, tragically, are my sweaters.