colder than a witches tit

Some days I feel like the invisible girl. After the mildest winter since the 1700s, the weather has finally broken, bringing a biting chill to the air, freezing fog and my gloves out of the closet. Today I visited the London College of Fashion's reference library. I had been waiting for my visitors appointment for over a month and it didn't disappoint. For anyone creative, its heaven, with shelf after shelf on anything that might ever inspire you visually. They have every back issue of British Vogue for the past 40 odd years, all the issues of Pop since it began in 2001, vintage books on fashion and makeup.....it was dreamy. I'm going back.
Last night i finished The History of Love, the last pages turned rapidly, the words lessening as it drew to a close, and then the final paragraphs bringing me to tears. Heartbreaking.

Listening to
I don't trust myself by my one true love, John Mayer