After 11 days off, normality is starting to set in again and I've rediscovered all of the non-BBC channels again. My productive week off took a turn for the worse when I realised that I was a closet Olympics addict, free to watch hours upon hours of glorious coverage before watching it all over again in the numerous round-ups and montages. It's a massive regret of mine that I was so apathetic about getting tickets and missed out on seeing some of these events in front of my own eyes. It's not like I've avoided it before, vague memories of discussing the gymnasts' physiques with classmates during the 2000 Sydney Olympics are starting to come back to me. Since it occurs every four years, as a child you're confused by the sudden influx of sport interrupting cartoons until all the formalities gradually start to make sense each time. On Friday, I did the next best thing and caught the tail-end of one of the swimming events in Hyde Park on a sunny day, before enjoying Temper Trap, Ocean Colour Scene and Feeder at BT London Live.
Highlights included a sighting of gold medallist Nicola Adams, watching the pole vaulters with baited breath anticipating another snap and narrowly missing the moshing stampede during one of Feeder's songs. I can't even comprehend doing a tenth of what the athletes can do, but I am inspired to take up a few of the activities I've given up on and covet some neon trainers. Are you sad the Games are over? I'm starting to become tempted by Rio in 2016, maybe it's time to get saving...
Flatforms - River Island
Necklace - Brooklyn
Necklace - Brooklyn
Bracelet - Asos
Ring - c/o Nelly
The hair is still going strong and I'm starting to realise that a bit of shoulder-length distraction can work wonders for my wardrobe. Determined as ever to make a Weekday purchase in Copenhagen, I decided to ditch my skater ideal and buy this baggy t-shirt dress as an easy piece to wear. The effortless way of dressing the Danes have, wearing one statement piece and one only didn't go unnoticed by myself and I set about trying to channel this upon my return to London. You've probably guessed that I jumped on the Olympic nail art bandwagon and had to adorn myself with the countries close to my heart. It took two attempts to perfect this design (I spent a day wandering around with bits of cotton wool stuck to my nails due to giving up) but I'm hoping to treat myself to some birthday nail art this weekend and give myself a break.
Changing the subject oh so slightly, on Saturday I took a break from my beloved telly and hot-footed it to N7 to sell my wares at Susie Bubble's renowned Yard Sale. Although I did turn up slightly late due to realising at the last minute that I couldn't actually carry my bag of stuff, let alone a camera, the day was worthwhile (partly for the seemingly unlimited chicken satay that was on offer). It wasn't my intention to buy anything at all, preferring to concentrate on my market stall patter but I couldn't resist picking up this wool Y3 skirt from Susie's table for a fiver. It seems like the most uncomfortable thing to wear during this humid August but I'll no doubt be thanking myself come December!
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