Fashion, Turkish and Scat.

I had the best of intentions to do an off-centre blog entry - one that's a long way from cupcake thoughts - on some possible trends for summer according to my new Instyle magazine. I bought the Instyle mag on Saturday morning in my bi-monthy grocery shop (multi-pack of Kraft macaroni cheese - check!) and couldn’t wait to look at every single page and see if the fashion industry is honestly going to try to sell us on the idea of denim leggings. (Regretfully, the answer is yes.) (Also, they actually used the word “chambray” and I had to check to make sure I hadn’t purchased an issue from 1991.)

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, I searched high and low for my Instyle but couldn’t find it. I even looked in the refrigerator, which is just a sad statement on my mental faculties because there was a very real possibility that it could have been there right next to the lettuce and week-old leftovers and lump of parmesan cheese. Finally, I decided that the silly Coles wench had done me wrong and forgot to put it in my green bag.

And then I went to crawl under the blankets to read something else and there it was underneath my pillow.

I’m going to buy another book of Sudoku puzzles in an attempt to help my cognitive abilities.

All of this to say that I had big fashion plans but then spent way too many hours socialising and eating scrumptious Turkish food at a comfy, cheap and cheerful find in West End - I highly recommend it, very authentic and delicious Turkish food

- yesterday and I’m exhausted and have lost my will power. So instead I’ll just sum it up by telling you that there’s a high probability the denim legging is not your friend.

Also, I’m reading the incredibly funny and satirical children's book 'Scat' by Carl Hiaasen, after hearing so many rave reviews and I cannot put it down. In fact, I may be finished with it by the end of my lunch break which makes me sad.

So how about you? Have you read any good books or worn any denim leggings lately?

I apologize for the randomness. I blame the weather. And that lovely Moscato that went down a treat with the haloumi and turkish bread yesterday. I blame the whole bottle.

 
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