13 June 2010
Me, Myself and I
19/Jun/10 08:05
After deciding to let go of art and embrace retail therapy instead, spent an entire day in Cabat's Zinn Circus, Bristol, after which Julie and I were in need of a St Bernard's dog. I liked House of Fraser - Whistle's stuff, but it was fifty quid a t-shirt. Then Zara stuff was fun, but the music "Get it on down" whilst trying to get chubby celulite in, rec by Gill, slim jodpur type trousers, and realising the pretty blouse size 12 ripped by somebody else was stuck on your boobs, was enough to make the small child within sob. Then rang Manda, said linen, she said White Co, it was soooooo relaxed tall women with cash and the desire to spray everything with lavendary smells, reduced me to a further blobbette, when I realised I need leg extensions. No matter, they gave us a ticket for a lunch intro and having briefly met Manda doing the civilised ladies who lunch with a friend from London; J and I sloped off to the Italian. I think the waiter took a shine to me, certainly I did look good against the bright green leather seats. The seafood pasta revived us. Off we went, trying on this and that, searching for the perfect transformed self. In the end, two tiny carrier bags later, re-thought art and went to Arnolfini to see Louis Bourgeouis drawing exhibition, and the flipping gallery was shut. Only satisfactory bit was finding a really chubby sketchbook journal, an even fatter bit of Parkin with mug of tea, and, (after committing to deciding to embrace the feminine with a set of white petite linen trousers); we suddenly find ourselves in the pouring rain, and making our way home through the masses of congested traffic to continue to discuss what is this business of Me, Myself and I.