I'm afraid I haven't been keeping up on my daily outfits latelt. There is nothing quite so depressing as November, and it just puts me off taking pictures. The fact that I'm not enjoying the book I'm reading at the moment —
The Autobiography of my Mother by Jamacia Kincaid — isn't helping my mood either.
The only thing that's keeping me sane at the moment is painting my nails with cheap, glittery nail polish (and then picking it all off the next day) and borrowing DVDs from the library. I plan to spend the rest of tonight wrapped up in a blanket watching
The Court Jester and
The Virgin Suicides, and blatantly avoiding doing my reading.
I watched
The Court Jester so many times when I was younger; my brother was completely obsessed with it. I wonder if I'll enjoy it this time around? The mere prospect of it is putting me in the mood for other ridiculous old comedies like
Arsenic and Old Lace, Kind Hearts and Coronets, or
Blithe Spirit.




The Virgin Suicides is, I know, the stereotypical fashion blogger's favourite. I read another book by Jeffrey Euginides (
Middlesex) recently, though, loved it so much, and was left with a huge urge to watch this film again. If that wasn't enough, we were talking about
Lost in Translation in class today. Sure I've only seen it once, anyway.

How do you all survive the cold, dreary, mucky month of November? Any tips to keep my spirits up? Cheery old British comedies that I might enjoy?