On… shopping 1 Reply I feel like – wait, why the fuck am I saying ‘feel’ when I mean ‘think’? I know I mean ‘think’. I never used to say ‘feel’ instead of ‘think’, it’s such a strange and new thing to do, and so particularly female, as though we can only let ourselves emote opinions instead of actually using our brains to KNOW them. It’s somehow intellectually self-denigrating. And it’s just plain wrong. You feel feelings. You think thoughts. Fucks sake Gemma. Let’s start again. I think I’m seriously overdue for a blog post. I could write about books and I could write about writing and I could write about me, but that’s BORING. (Urgh, books, am I right?) I’m in the mood to talk about something a little lighter. I’m finally properly my shape again after months of agony. I get nice and cuddly in pregnancy… oh, okay, I just get really fat. And I’m not one of those women who wakes up and pulls on her 26-inch-jeans the day after the birth. A disproportionate number of my friends are like that and they are VERY LUCKY that I still even talk to them. Sorry, where was I? Yes. Walking, dieting, sprinting, various silly classes like this, personal training here, pilates here and hardcore workout-till-you-throw-up interval training here: you name it, I’ve been doing it. And of course, now that I can fit back into my old clothes, I don’t want them anymore. I want new clothes. Am totally obsessed with these high riser skinny skinny jeans from Madewell. Truly they are the most flattering pair of jeans I’ve ever owned (until I find a more flattering pair – that goes without saying, right?). I crave a big fluffy cream jumper this year. This one is a bit out of budget but we’ll see if Topshop comes up with a good copy, I mean, interpretation. Helmut Lang Inclusion Coat. Insanely expensive. But so beautiful. But so expensive. But so beautiful. And so on, and so on. These are the perfect Chelsea boots from Dune London. Trust me, I have looked EVERYWHERE. These have just the right heel, the right toe, the right sole, the right everything. And Dune London just opened in NYC! Yay! On Broadway in Soho. I met a girl on holiday last week and she was wearing this dress from Zara. She looked ridiculously amazing. And lastly, this Revlon matte lip color thingie in Striking has no business, no business at all, being as good as it is.