I’m still immersed in writing and revising around the giant cat who insists on sitting on my lap while I work. And I’ve put a moratorium on moving my arse out of this chair until I get this done; the immovable Vampire Cat helps with this. This means no quick trips to the coffee place up the road where all of the employees are beautiful and they roast their own fair trade beans (those two things are unrelated but I feel like there might be an off-colour joke in there somewhere).
No going for a quick run across the bridge and back three times (three miles; that really is a photo of my bridge though I did not take it). No sitting on my balcony with a cup of lapsang souchong for a quick 15 minute break.
As I noted earlier
however, my self-imposed exile does not apply to blogs nor, apparently, to internet shopping. Here are two things I absolutely did not need but bought anyway out of desperation for some distraction:
Tara Subkoff for Easy Spirit peep-toe pumps, used but not at all, via The Laws of General Economy
. I’m going to get a pedi, wear a cheerful circle skirt and pepper my conversation with the word “swell” because of these lovely shoes.
Manor Garden silkscreen print via Etsy seller mengseldesigns
. I’m going to hang it above my desk so I can gaze at its perfectly-ordered symmetry while I wrestle with my florid, hackneyed prose. Thanks to WWNW
for the introduction (pssst, check out the giveaway she’s hosting).
I also bought an airline ticket to London. I leave the fur treasures the end of next week to present a paper at some big deal international conference and to hunch over some moldy manuscripts in chilly reading rooms under the watchful eye of miserable librarians.
I love my life. I know that’s dorky when there are cynical, beautiful barristas in the world, but I do.