Groundhog

After months writing, and writing some more to promote my writing, I have emerged back into the world, blinking, with a bad back, wearing the wrong clothes. Everyone has moved on. No one wears boots inside their jeans anymore. Apart from me. And no one in London wears bootleg jeans anymore. Apart from me. It’s shocking for someone who used to be ‘in fashion’, albeit very half heartedly, many years ago, but I only recently purchased my first pair of skinny jeans. After a deep inhalation, I zipped the zipper and wore them inside my boots last week. I also bought a pencil skirt. It made me feel like a new woman. Sadly, as I scamper to catch up after my solitary confinement, it seems the rest of the world has already moved on. A fashion ed friend has already assured me that the pencil and skinnies are in danger of becoming ‘very over.' Time to burrow myself in book two.