0 Thank you, please try again later

Well, I didn't manage to get a single piece of the Versace for H&M collection since their website crashed magnificently. By the time I got through (4 hours after launch), there were only wrong sizes or things I didn't want left.

I had the rest of day off, so I spent it browsing various fashion websites trying to scratch my clothing budget itch. Eventually I made my way to ASOS - where they're currently in the middle of a 29% off boutique sale - and bought a couple of pairs of unusual tights, and this lovely little number:

You have no idea how long I've been looking for a bell sleeve top, and this one's perfect. I can see myself wearing it with a sleeveless vest, preferably cardigan style, or some massive jewelry.

Speaking of outfits, I should be photographing mine regularly soon, since my room is almost finished! The paint is dry, the floor is varnished, and the wallpaper is hung; all that's really left is to fit the shelves, desk, and electrical fittings. Oh, and curtains, which I'm hoping to make from fabric with thick red and white stripes. I don't want solid colour, but I also don't want to draw away from the heavy pattern on the feature wall.

Hmm.

Oh well, I'll just whip the sewing machine out and see what happens!

0 Floorboards

My room is now fully stripped, with new shelves and wall primer and a slightly lower ceiling; the main part now is, possibly, the most beautiful part - the floor.

I love a good wooden floor. This may just be the flu meds I'm currently filled with talking, but I'm genuinely about to do a brief post on floors, so buckle up.

These are the floorboards that were under my horrible beige carpet; look at them. Look at the paint, the scratches, the life in them! How could you not adore something like that? It get better; all of that belongs to my family. They are they clumsy, paint-sloshing, nail wielding cowboys who made that floor look so damn good.

Naturally, I have to board over it.

Those boards are creaky, and rattle when the heating turns on. There's a giant square of concrete where a fireplace vent used to be. We even found a supporting beam that had been sawed clear through. So, I had no choice - there must be a new floor.

I had to consider my options carefully. If I went for carpet, I'd be spending the rest of my life there with a layer of my own hair attached to everything. Tiles would be too cold, and linoleum would make me die inside. My only choice, really, was more floorboards.

New floorboards I can give my own life to. Wide, unfinished, and primed for a life of ink spills, spattered paint and scuffs. My heart soared.

Today my floor was finally bought - 210mm wide planks of varying lengths, with knotholes aplenty. I'm so excited that I'm bound to upload a photo of it still packed in the van.

For now, I must go back to lying on the sofa half-dressed and eating chocolate

0 Duct tape/cardboard boxes.

everything I own is currently in cardboard boxes. Here they are:

Everything. Nearly all of my clothes, books, trinkets, posters, artwork, shoes, my entire life. There are over 50 boxes. I'm redecorating my bedroom, the bedroom I have spent most of my life in but never decorated properly. I left for university with it a beige wasteland, and returned to it the same, but with all the stuff I collected in London to cram in too.

I've had a lot of time to consider what I want my room to look like, but it runs strangely parallel to changing how I want my life to look too; I want to change my hair, thin out my wardrobe, get fitter, get a dog. Its easier to focus when I write everything down, so that's what I plan to do here. There should be at least one weekly post with updates, passions, profiles, and so on.

Also, I apologise if I ever come across as pretentious or dreamy, but that's what a lifetime of language learning and three years of professional essay writing does to you. I studied Psychology, and they like long words.