I forgot to say earlier that when I was in T K Maxx this afternoon, (imaginary) spending all my loan in the homeware section, that there was a little boy stomping round after someone who I deduced to be his father. "Daaaaad." He whined. "Why are you so obsessed with flowers?!" and then went on to say something about the colour yellow... I thought that was adorable, but maybe that's just me. Though at the moment T K Maxx really is quite flowery, there's a lot of Port Merion crockery (totally just wrote cockery) in store at the moment; and I have to say, if I hadn't just got my lovely Whittard's stuff then I'd have snapped some of that shit up, because it's really very pretty.
I believe I've located my blogsession as well, and I will be featuring it heavily come Tuesday when I get back to the house. It is: my university room. Considering I am meant to be living there until August 2013 I figure the room, the house and my life in Nottingham are something I can focus quite heavily on, as I have said before, this blog needs some kind of central point. Seeing as the room is a disgusting shit tip of vileness and damp I thought it'd be ideal as it can quite visibly improve. I'm really quite pleased I've managed to find something I genuinely want to talk about all the time. Maybe I'll even throw in a little archaeology for y'all, won't that be super fun?
| Louis Vuitton: way out of my price range, obviously |
| Ugh, even painted powder blue I love them |
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| Last one, luv u bby |
And I want a big print of Stubbs' Whistlejacket, but I've no idea where that will go.

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