It's Festival Time again!
I've just got back from Glastonbury, which was, as always, a great weekend, packed with pear cider, more pear cider.. and the odd bit of music here and there..
Clothes-wise, it threw up dilemma after dilemma. For a start, it poured down twice, but was roasting hot with glorious sunshine the rest of the time. Secondly, I was the only girl camping with three boys, therefore style discussions, advice on shades of nail polish and hair maintenance focus groups were strictly out of the question. Most of the time.
Having survived last year's swamp extravaganza, and determined not to endure a repeat of 2007 (where by day 4 I was left with nothing dry to my name save for a camouflage fleece and a pair of royal blue Crocs..) I packed what I considered to be a sensible combination of floral-print frocks, skinny jeans, thick socks, leggings, and - I never thought I would see the day - my first ever waterproof. And I felt smug. And dry. And warm.
And then the sun came out.
So I ended up abandoning the leggings and throwing on patterned ruffled mini skirts, mis-matching sweaters and green wellies. In my head I was like Keira Knightley in The Edge of Love. Skipping through the majestic countryside, free of spirit and ruddy of cheek. I imagined I had a charismatic Welsh poet for a boyfriend (not an over-exuberant Hot Chip fan in a Nu Rave t shirt and board shorts)
I probably even imagined I was mates with Sienna Miller.
In reality, I was more like Margot Leadbetter from The Good Life, standing outside the portaloos, laden down by inappropriate jewellery, shrieking.
But the great thing about festivals is that anything goes. Especially on Worthy Farm.
Although some say I was pushing the boundaries a little too far with this t-shirt...
Now THEY can give Jay-Z a run for his money any day...
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