Tayloring

Well I suppose am getting good at blogging after 3 years. I have been scratching my head for year and years to find a good way to get into fashion; you would say that studying a degree on fashion would be the most intelligent thing to do, but you see, am already 25, dont want to spend 4 years in uni, don t have the money, dont have the time. So here I am the other day, thinking how the hell can I get any near a pattern and a piece of scissors...And then it clicked in my mind. The tailor round the corner from were I work...See, the thing is that sometimes my thinking is not really flexible, and I either think black or white, and I think that if am on this road, then I ll stay there forever, until I found a turning on the left/right...so, I started thinking about working in a fashion house, without being paid for a couple of hours so to add to my cv and see if I really want to do it, ..someone at work gave me the contact number for a well known fashion house here in London, to apply to work assisting the production manager. Spoke for 30 seconds ( the audiences with the Pope are longer, far out!) and agreed to forward the cv to the woman. Well, she did not get back to me. But I was so up for doing some working experience that well "me quede con las ganas" ( don t ask me to translate!) So I started thinking were could I go were were...and then I thought "precious" that boutique, women s wear,...so good yeah I could ask there...but then I realised they did not make any clothes then, so I turned back and saw the tailor from the corner. I go past there every day and I just admire the shirts and the poshness of the place! love it. So thought...well already got a no...lets go for the yes. So I went. The night before I chose nice clothes to wear, to make a nice entrance, and it worked. Thought they would look me from top to toe, and say "Sorry we don t do this here, the door is there" but they were actually so nice,...So I starting on monday until wednesday and I will see how it goes. Hope good!!
Ok going to sleep ....byee

movie nite

stayed last night up to 2.30 am and did not really care,..actually enjoyed the fact that I was not being responsible and wasn t bothered about my beauty sleep..mind you I got horribly late the next morning. We had a fab time yesterday...ate fine food...a mix of dips ( philadelphia with thai chilly sauce dip with grissini). Spanish tortilla made by my friend M from Asturias,...I made bruschetta (cherry tomatoes, olive oil from Caudete near la Mancha in Spain, raw garlic....should have added some basil...but left my basil plant in the old house!), we also had spicy black olives, bought it on saturday on a stall near west brompton towards fulham...where the somerfield is...gosh need to learn the names of the roads....am lost here) also had....what else...can t remember...oh yes...a cheese platter ( cheese with apricot...and the other one..apple wood cheese) with spanish chorizo and philadelphia, again ( so versitle that white fatty stuff)
It took us girls to decide for a movie 45minutes, and, as it always happens ...best decisions (movie decisions) are the ones taken on a hipe, and not through deep discussion....what did we ended up watching? The Date movie...we had a laugh though...

Humm...should think about changing this log onto a coockery book ( is that how you spell it..?)