Yesterday I spent nigh-on the entire day in my bed, watching make-up clips 'n' tips from Lisa Eldridge. I discovered some new ones that I hadn't seen before and revisited a few classics. The reason for this uber laziness was KM and her rockin' party. My dad very kindly went out to buy me straws (glitter lips had to remain in tact throughout Cava and punch drinking, and thus required straws) and bought me a bottle of the ole Cava to take up with me. So when we arrived we tanked that and discovered the cheese board, which me & ED quickly scarfed before anyone else could get a look in. Then we had KM's punch, which really did, er, pack a punch (badoom-TCHSH!) and then ED very kindly shared his posh grapefruit vodka and M&S lemon juice. Met some lovely peeps, had a good bit of chat and admired in awe, KM's new flat which is really rather lovely. She does have one of those mad canopy beds though - like a double-sized bunk-bed with no bottom part. I must admit I slightly worry for her safety and await the day I get a text message from her in A&E with a concussion, having drunkenly missed a step on the ladder on the way for a mid-night pee. So far, though, she's been OK.
I left my cardi at her flat so we met up today so I could get it back for my hols, and then we had a very nice day. Went for lunch in a wee coffee shop in the West End where we had lentil soup and shared a plate of basil-tastic bruschetta, and then... what else? We hit the shops. I got some toiletries from Boots and we went into that houseware/junk shop Townhouse, where we spent a happy hour or so browsing the junk and picking up some gems for KM's pad. Then we went to that wee Moroccan (I think it's Moroccan) shop on Argyle Street and were having a happy nosy about when - joy of joys! - I saw a black turban hat slung on top of a row of jewellery hooks. Now, anyone who has ever listened to my fashion-obsessive chatter for long will know that I've been searching for a wee stylish turban for a while, but to no avail. The problem was that any I found were woolly, winter ones, or just cosy headbands which, for some reason, a lot of shops have taken to describing as turbans. Things like this:
Nice though this may be, it is not a turban!
Liz T. Now all I need are the diamonds to match.
So, anyway... as soon as I saw this lying there in the shop, I grabbed it and tried it on in joy. It looks awesome, and it is actually exactly what I've been looking for; a bit Elizabeth Taylor, I like to think. I decided that if it was under a fiver I would just buy it for myself. So I skipped up to the desk and asked the price, and the guy told me that it was only 99p! I flipped him a pound with a Cheshire grin and couldn't believe my luck.
The funny thing is, the way it was just lying there on top of a bunch of necklaces and earrings, and the fact that it was the only one in the shop, made us both think that maybe it wasn't really from that shop, and actually someone might have left it there while they tried something else on and then forgotten about it. I think the guy working at the cash desk was just chancing his luck, selling it for a pound! This suspicion was compounded when KM asked if he had any others and he very quickly replied (without so much as a glance at where I'd picked it up) "No, that's the last one." The last one, or the only one, I wonder??
A very happy result for me today and I think I'll stick that on for travelling on Saturday because it's very lightweight and will be comfy for keeping my hair off my face, which is my pet hate. Although I'm sort of growing my hair out at the moment (more out of indecision and apathy than anything else), it drives me mad when it's hanging in my face or on my neck, so I'm always tying it up or sticking a hat, scarf, or turban, on to get it out the way. I'm sure it won't be long til I get it all chopped off again. But in the meantime I'll wear my fabulous turban with joyous style and pizazz!