I reached an exciting milestone in my blogging career over the weekend! My blog reached 1000 views! I was so excited that after only 11 days I had so many views! To celebrate, I have decided to make my blog more accessible! I have added my blog to the mobile application BlogLovin. To use this forum, simply download the app "BlogLovin", make an account, and type in The Fascinator in the search bar! There you will find my blog, so be sure to follow it! Now you can take my adventures with you wherever you go! Also, because I have gone mobile, I will be writing shorter posts more frequently, so you aren't stuck reading a novella at the end of every day!
But this day, you are! Sorry! (I sort of, erm, forgot I had gone mobile until I got home to sit down and write my nightly post. Oopsies.)
I started my morning by going to the Churchill War Rooms, which were fascinating. I found the details of Churchill's life, particularly outside of his political career, to be very interesting. When I left the museum, I turned left down the road (out of odd habit), and headed toward the bus stop. About halfway to the stop, I looked back and saw that there was a stop immediately to the right of where I had turned about a hundred yards backwards. I realized my mistake and turned around to catch the bus I needed to take at the other stop. After a few steps, the bus was pulling away and moving towards the stop I was previously traveling towards. No problem! I will just turn around. Again. I ran (in three inch wedges) towards the bus stop, but to no avail. My quest was in vain. I missed the bus. It wasn't a big deal, really, as buses come so frequently. I did, however, feel stupid for walking ten times as far as necessary just to miss my bus.
I hopped the next bus and noticed one of my favorite stores as I was riding, so I got off at the next stop to treat myself to a bit of shopping before lunch. This was a remarkably stupid move, as it immediately began raining after I stepped out of the bus. I walked the few necessary blocks backwards to get to the store. I walked in, soaking wet, relieved to be indoors. I found a gorgeous white French Connection dress that came home with me, which made my walk in the rain worthwhile.
I hopped the bus once more, except in the wrong direction. Brilliant. I had practically done the electric slide through the same few streets by the time I was on the correct bus.
After lunch, I began my daily commute to work. I arrived to the tube station to find peopled blocking the entrance outside. Surely it wasn't a queue that long!?
Worse:
Tourists.
Even worse:
Secondary School Tourists.
About 75 of them.
"Oh my god the metro!" "We should get fish and chips!"
No, you should get out of my way so I am not late to work. I made my way through the mob of overly excited teenagers and thankfully caught the train while they were all "taking in" the sights of the underground.
I don't mean to be cynical; London is the most lovely city in the world and the public transportation can get you anywhere- but you'd have thought they were in Disneyland. Let's be honest, the underground is a bit dodgy at times and has rats the size of guinea pigs living in the stations. It's not a tourist attraction, it's a way for people to get to work. And if they think the tube is so magical, they should try skiing uphill in Arsenal!
Anyhow, I was casually taking the tube to work when it suddenly stopped. We hadn't arrived to the next station, we just... stopped. On the track. In the dark. None of the other Londoners seemed to even notice, but I sure did. Behind my tortoise Cole Haan sunglasses, there was a tinge of panic in my eyes.
Were we going to be trapped here forever? Would I be late to work? If I'm late to work, will they not offer me coffee!?
The train started moving again. I was relieved until I looked down at my phone and saw I had four minutes to get to work when I wasn't even in the proper zone. Smashing!
We stayed at that stop for quite some time to "get all the trains back on schedule". Oh, okay. Make the train I'm riding on late so it will be on schedule. Seems reasonable enough.
Fortunately I got to work only a few minutes late, and no one seemed to notice. Also, I did get coffee, and it was magical (as coffee always is).
Today I went to work thinking I would be working on the same project I was yesterday to prepare for my meeting at 3. When I was told the meeting was rescheduled for next week, I was a bit confused.
Until....
I got a new project. A surprise project. One that was mentioned to me only today. And it was absolutely fabulous to work on- my favorite thing I've done yet!
Except I can't tell you what it is.
Well, not right now anyway. I am absolutely bursting to blog about my surprise two-day project for Upper Street, but I have to wait until the proper time! Until then, I will be very busy!
I noticed that at the end of my blogs, I say "I'll keep you updated", and then I don't. I'm sorry. I'm really not a liar, just a forgetful young lady. I will try to have more punctual follow ups from now on. Here is a follow up to a few of my previous blog posts:
What has Harvey Nichols sent me?
I don't know! I still haven't received my parcel, which is fine as it's only been a week since they contacted me- but I really want to know so I can share it with all of my lovely followers!
Has Harrods sent me a proper apology, complete with a shopping spree?
Unlike Harvey Nichols, they have not contacted me. Honestly, they probably don't care since I'm not an heiress or a princess. I'm really not bothered by it. Money doesn't buy style or class, and my money won't be buying anything from Harrods.
Have I developed any signs of mad lamb disease?
So far I have not, but I am still traumatized by the experience.
How was the trek through Arsenal today?
Since I was running late, I decided to speed walk through Arsenal. I discovered a previously undiscovered group of leg muscles and have been asked to join the US Olympic Speed Walking team.
Have I bought any jeans to replace the Donna Karan pair I ripped?
Absolutely not! I tried on five dresses today and not a single pair of denim or trousers when I went shopping. I abhor trousers.
And remember:
"In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different"
Coco Chanel
xo
BJordan
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