.. during a heatwave sounds like a recipe for disaster. On one of my busiest weekends of the year, a heatwave decides to head our way. Excellent. Not only have I a mountain of work to get through, but just about all of my holiday shopping to do as we board that plane in eight little days time. I’m usually the most organised person on the planet when it comes to vacay-prep but I’ve been well and truly wrapped up in a little daze of the new site launch while enveloped in the post-Glasto blues…
To keep cool while dashing around buying bikinis and tanning oil I’ll wear something simple that looks stylish without being too ‘Summer-is-here-lets-take-off-everything’ and also easy to slip in and out of in changing rooms; like a pair of vintage Levi cut-off shorts teamed with a perfectly cut Philip Lim black tee and sexy Steve Madden sandals (which happen to be on sale for THIRTY TWO QUID). I’m still sporting the dreaded Glasto-Gut and a bikini to squeeze into, so nothing besides a ton of organic juice and sushi for this poor soul. Spare a thought for me as you guzzle cocktails and barbeque ribs in the sunshine.
Say it with me; “eight sleeps, eight sleeps, eight sleeps”..