Today is Tuesday.

If I make it through tomorrow, Thursday, Friday and Saturday; I’d like to think that I’ll be able to blog again next week.

You see, I’m moving. Houses. Right now I’m sitting on my couch, surrounded by boxes. It’s horrible.

A fashionista move is never easy. Magazines are heavy. Coffee table fashion books are heavy. Copious amount of shoes are heavy. And clothes take up A LOT OF ROOM.

Plus, I’m moving in with someone, who perhaps has slightly less shoes than me, and who just doesn’t understand the need for my sheer volume of footwear (and bags, and coats, and earrings… need I go on?).

I’m hanging for a vodka and a valium come Saturday night – but by then I will be comfortably set up in a beautiful townhouse, in amazing company.

A house with natural light, and a view, and a DISHWASHER. 

With an entertaining area, and shiny polished floorboards, and an ensuite. Need I go on?

So just a few more days to get through. 

And it will be worth it.

And in the interim, I have some shoes to get rid of. Any takers?