So, it's been a wee while since my last post, sorry about that! I've been hiding in a cloud of insane busyness but alas, I've emerged out the other end with numerous tales of challenges (material and alcoholic), temptation (ditto), great successes but also debatable failures. Let's start from the beginning...
Last weekend was my first attempt of going 'out' without normal clothes or normal beverages (i.e. alcohol based) due to it being our Katie's birthday. Due to a lack of heels at this point, I had to whack out the old Chelsea boots yet again, also the standard denim shorts, so to be fair I didn't really look all that different from every other day apart from the fact that I was wearing some blousy shirt thing. Radical. To be honest the bigger challenge was pretending that tap water was wine and slimline tonic was a mojito. But, as I said to Katie when I apologised for not being able to celebrate with a glass of champagne, I'm certain that when it was St. Paul's birthday while Jesus was in the desert, he had to toast with a glass of Shloer, therefore, that is what I must do. Even though Shloer wasn't invented back then, his intentions would have been the same.
So, temptation. In material terms, this has actually only occurred once which has come as a great surprise to me. Well not really because I've been purposely avoiding eye contact with shop windows (apart from chazzys), but I've not even yearned for any of my old clothes, which does make me doubt my own taste but never mind. The item in question was, funnily enough, a second hand dress in Cow, but as I have (unfortunately) outlined in the rules, second hand does not equal charity.
Over the past week or so I've taken part in not one, not two, but three little modelling jobbys (CNTM), all favours might I add, I'm along way from getting paid for such activity. But this is where the debatable failure comes in. For the first one I had to wear my own heels (uh oh) and a dress that I'm pretty sure wasn't a charity purchase. Does this mean I've broken my lent? I don't think so, as I said to Ella when she challenged me on the origins of my garments, I'm sure that if Jesus (yes him again) was doing a fashion show in the desert and the Virgin Mary made him a loin cloth to wear, God wouldn't mind. Because he didn't pay for it, didn't get to keep it, and didn't get paid to wear it. And neither did I. Case dismissed.
The second one was a minor photo shoot around 3 vintage shops in Sheffield in which I partook as a favour to Callum to contribute to the fashion section of his new magazine (I would tell you to go out and read it but I don't know when its out. Or what it's called in fact). This was where the aforementioned dress-temptation occurred, and again the clothes I was wearing were not chazzy spectaculars, but I'm fighting my case that because I was doing it as a favour, wore them for about 5 minutes, and didn't feel guilty, therefore I am pleading not guilty.
The third modelling stint (which I have just got back from) leads me nicely into successes because, lo and behold, all the clothes were legit charity items, donated by the kind people of Sheffield and sold to raise money for Mencap and Barnardo's. Winning! (yes Charlie Sheen). The charity event was organised by our Elisse and her fellow event management girls, and was an absolute sensation, because they raised about £1000. Proud as punch. I was especially pleased because I managed to purchase 3 pairs of heels (2 of which were donated by Elisse. May as well of just taken them out of her wardrobe), some boots, a belt, a t-shirt, a bag for uni, a fur collard coat, 3 bangles (yesssss), a gold chain necklace (yesssssss), blue jeggins, black leggins, and a vintage looking dish thing. Not bad for £15! My best chazzy haul yet. As you can see I'm bloody psyched about having jewellery, as I've been abstaining from wearing any since this started. I'm also incredibly thrilled with the heels because now I've got no excuse not to look ready and raring to go on my next BNO, even if I will just be sipping on a Shirley Temple.
Peace x
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