What Lizzie wore

For an avid mag-hag and newspaper devourer like me, its hard to walk past the many book stores, knowing that nothing within is printed using my alphabet and even a flick through needs to be done the other way round. I've found 2 great book stores in Tokyo. Hacknet in Daikenyama is filled with books on architecture, fashion and art and I now know that plastic film on books is to protect them from drooling. The other, Shimada Yosho in Ometesando is stacked high, overflowing even, with a plethora of international books and I would be happy to move in if only there were room. Unfortunately, the availability of books in English makes them expensive, so dribbling on them is about all I do.

Instead, when the rest of you are sitting with your sunday morning papers, I'm loving t'internet! Daily in fact, I sit with a big cup of coffee and read through the blogosphere of material posted overnight. Anything and everything... I now know all about crafting, including that I will never do it. I can tell you the Saturday menus of the London underground restaurants. I lust after interiors mood boards knowing that my next house wont be in taupe with cushions and drapes (who can live like that?!) I am grateful to a number of Tokyo bloggers, including Tokyo Story, for getting me out there. But the blogs I'm truly fascinated by are those about fashion. Now its September and the new season energy for all things creative can be felt even here. With the global fashion weeks about to start, the industry is buzzing and I'm starting to feel jealous that I can't join in. I'm planning my new season 'must-haves' (dinner jacket and leggings) and Top Shop have twittered about some luella boots for which I would kill. I could order them online of course and sit them in my humidifier storage cupboard next to the other boots that I didn't wear last year. These blogs however have made me realise how different my life has become (and will be more so when I get to Sidoney). How I wish I could join What Katie Wore, and post daily the outfit I had put together, (grey wife-beater from American Apparel, sarong from floor, flops from the bottom of the cupboard...).

In her article in the Sunday Times last weekend, India Knight talked about why she believes muffin top models will never make Moss status. In it, she states that fashion is a thing of fantasy that we don't actually want 'ruined' by reality. I'm with her on this. My wardrobe is testament to my fantasies and contains very little now that I actually wear. Have no fear however, I will keep adding to it!