Week 2 at Vogue
The sky may be grey, but I most definitely am not. My second week at Vogue was just as colourful as my first, even if the weather has been inescapably gloomy.
Everyone has days when they want to wrap up in tracksuit bottoms and a hooded jumper. When I have days like that I put on purple tights. You would be surprised how difficult it is to feel down when you are wearing bright pink, orange and magenta. A frown would clash so you have no choice but to smile.
Next week is my last week at Vogue House. The time hasn't just flown, it has jumbo-jetted. My colourful outfits have gathered compliments as well as dust from packing suitcases on my hands and knees for photo shoots. Interning is tiring. Really tiring. But my wardrobe hasn't just made me smile, it has also given me energy.
After two weeks dressed like a paintbox, I wonder whether the few black and grey items in my wardrobe will have many more outings.
Wednesday was a pink polka dot day. My favourite kind of day.
|Josh the self confessed 'prop boy' helped with this week's colouful photos|
I think I am gaining something of a reputation on my street.
Today we had more to worry about though than amused neigbours. Rain.
But a little bit of precipitation was not going to get in the way. So there we were this morning, my two housemates and I: Camille with her camera, Josh holding an umbrella to protect Camille and her camera, and me dancing in the rain.
One more week at Vogue. And whether it rains or not, whether I am tired or not, I plan to dance (metaphorically of course).