Busy times again so this post is part one of a few days worth as I travel the country! Often people think what I do is quite glamorous because fashion stylist sounds better than being an insurance executive. However I'm a jobbing stylist - a grafter, not a styliste. Before kids (yes there are 3 but the other two would kill me if I mentioned or featured them in a blog - opps I'm dead!) I had a bit of glam in the old Elle office on lower Regent Street, many moons ago and I can tell a few tales ...but these days it goes more like this:
Sunday 17th- day 5 of potty training petit garcon why oh why can't I have a nanny who does this sort of thing. Skim through The Sunday Times whilst simultaneously trying to write blog, read other blogs and comment. Put up tent that has hibernated in attic for eons, to check all OK before its outing later this week. Large glass of wine with late Sunday lunch. Finished a proposal and then settle down to read difficult academic film studies book, needed dictionary to check certain words! We are camping on Saturday in a true make do and mend style as the location is hot property over bank holiday and charges exorbitant prices. We've gone for cheap as chips.
Monday 18th- check email, send off quotes for two fashion shoots. Chase clients for money. Read through personal styling forms from clients. Do the pile of washing and attempt cleaning. Decide to add to burden by hand dying four items - a canvas belt and dress with tulip red and a knit and ballet belt violet. Also have to get sleeping bags for myself and petit garcon. Dash to out and buy cute Cath Kidston racing car sleeping bag for garcon and snag a Celia Birtwell number in Millets for me. Sales Assistant assumes I'm going to Reading Festival so briefly I concur - who's interested in a gathering of accountant golfing chums in Oxfordshire! Proceed to join league of mad women by making garcon sit on potty in John Lewis car park before driving home.
Cooking, blogs and break through on potty training when petit garcon actually asks to go on it and we have a eureka moment! Go to swimming training but coach has gone to see band so only a few of us there. I get chatted up by fireman in jacuzzi, sadly I think this is a result and am particularly pleasant to Mr MD&M. I fall asleep while reading film studies tomb and wondering what the **** auteur is. Thank goodness for Wikipedia - Auteur theory holds that a director's films reflect that director's personal creative vision, as if he or she were the primary "Auteur" (the French word for "author").
Tuesday 19th - more household chores and day 7 of potty training. Play trains and cars whilst emailing, blogging and generally attempting to run household. Arrange a play afternoon with garcon's chum. Finish A/W fashion summery board - choose red, black and purple as the colours and lace, sheer and sculptural as my main talking points. Go for shop at Sainsbury to stock up on food and household items plus take plastic and cardboard for recycling. I have to force myself to change out of track pants into jeans. Then peaked by adding mascara and lippy.
Playtime again followed by making tea and then hot footing it off for a run. More joyous chores - the delights of ironing. Think about telly then think need sleep!