Oh well Cambridge can still be pretty snooty. My old flatmate was from Leeds, and she got quite a few comments during her time at Cambridge about Northerners.

Wrod! My friend from Manchester got some serious grief at Oxford for not being from The Right Kind Of School.

...meanwhile, I am somewhat pissed, and it's a school night, and it's half past midnight. But rather than go straight to bed, I made myself a bac on / creamcheese/ mancogochutney sandwich, on the rpin iciple that food fights alcoohl.

Oh fuck .. Bad typing fairies ahve stolen my ability to type.l

All is badness.

Please let there not be a hangover itn the morning. Pleasepleaseplease.

(spent the evening on the Kao San road, having yummy Italian food in a fabulous [l;ace called "it's happened to be a closet" (including the apostrophe), which is basically a lovely lovely lvoely Thai house, all gorgeous and like a quirky boutique - except it's also a restaurant. There's atble in the kitchen bit and a table in the downstairs bit and a couple of wee tables where you go in, but you can also just sit down and have a foot rub and drikn tea and eat yummy pastries from the planet decadence. Yum. So that was nice

. But then we went to the bar, and there was vodka. And now my head goes boom.

...

...

is sad

And in the morning, do I have PEor Thai or other opportunity to be hungover? No. No, I have numeracy followed by Literacy, then phonics then something else. spelling test, maybe. Anyway - not things one can dial in. Grr. At least there's swimming all afternoon,

And so to bed.

As long as Lillian's things don't actively clash, I'm good.

It's a pain trying to weed out the too-short pants, though. I swear, half the time we dress her, she winds up in high waters.

I love mix-matchy clothes on little kids. Especially little girls. Where it looks like they put on their Very Favorite pieces of clothing darn the consequences. It is super sugar.

when I was a kid, I CONSTANTLY tried to wear a red plaid skirt with a rainbow striped top. I reasoned that there was red in the top and therefore it matched. Mom disagreed and wouldn't let me wear it. I was SO ahead of my time.

In 5th grade, my favorite outfit was a pair of jeans, a green hoodie sweater with a white stripe and purple striped socks. I liked the stripes until my "friends" made fun of me. I just wasn't into Guess! and Esprit in 5th grade, but the green-sweater incident made me catch up in a hurry.

I never really wanted ruffles either. I think when I was a little kid I told my mom "I can't wear that. It's got too much *stuff* on it. Although it's fun to play goth sometimes and go the other direction. I have more fun with clothes now as an adultbecause I don't feel commited to one look. But maybe I don't have much of a style.

I love mix-matchy clothes on little kids. Especially little girls. Where it looks like they put on their Very Favorite pieces of clothing darn the consequences. It is super sugar.

One of my favorites quotes from my Mom (after me looking at a old school photo and commenting "How could you let me wear that?") is "I thought it was important that you make your own fashion mistakes."

I buy Matilda's stuff in outfits, but only in outfits that look like the components could reasonably be swapped in and out with other outfits we already own. Cute outfit that doesn't look like it can be mixed up with anything else? REJECTED. It's the baby version of the What Not To Wear rule about buying a suit -- if you can't break it up, don't get it.

I love mix-matchy clothes on little kids. Especially little girls. Where it looks like they put on their Very Favorite pieces of clothing darn the consequences. It is super sugar.

There is a lot of this in San Francisco, always painfully cute -- and almost always in stuff that if a grown-up tried to get away with it, the baby Jesus would screech in terror. Blue-brown retro 60's floral pattern halter dress with blue mini-Birks and brown ankle socks? SO CUTE. Denim capris with tons of pink floral embroidery at the cuffs, a misty green poncho with white pompoms, and mini-Uggs in a shade of pink that exactly matches the capri embroidery? SUGAR TIMES INFINITY. And the mismatched outfits involving stripey socks and Crocs covered with decorative buttons and sassy princess power t-shirts? KILL YOU DED. But there's no possible way anyone over the age of nine could get away with the same outfits.

My grandmother would roll over in her grave if she saw what I was wearing today. And, Aimee would probably at least roll her eyes!

Oh Fay, it's amusing to us, but will not be so for you in the morning, I'd wager.

But still amusing to us.

What are you wearing and have you left the house for anything where you had to interact with people in a social setting?