Switchblade smiles, they go on for miles.


Look at me, pretending I care about the World Cup. Every four years, I have the full intention of paying attention to what's happening in the stadium, yet every time I realise I have a life (soz if you're a fan, but watching football on TV just doesn't appeal all that much). I'll obviously be rooting for Germany in tonight's World Cup final as I think living in Bavaria for six months gives me that tenuous right, but otherwise today is a day like any other, and I fully intend to spend 90% of it in my pyjamas. It does however provide ample caipirinha opportunities, so I guess it's not all drunk middle aged men in pubs.

Always one for a theme, I did think I ought to get into the spirit somehow, and wore my new Converse for the first time. I used to own a few pairs of high tops, but then went through my phase of feeling incredibly short and finding that an inch or two would be preferable to comfort. Give it a few years, and I've decided that maybe permanent blisters aren't worth it, and it sure is swell (geddit?) to be reunited with such a comfy pair of chucks. Add in a pair of jeans, a floaty gingham top, and a dash of wind, and you've got an outfit that's at least pub final ready, if not Brazil suitable - can't blame a girl for trying!
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