Here I am, on a Sunday morning, tucked away in bed with a heavy warm blanket and my Mac, while my throat swells, my limbs ache and my nose gets snifflier by the second. There's really not a lot I can do, especially from my bedroom with the kitchen being a good eight steps away. I might google some cold and flu remedies a little later. Honey and lemon tea, anyone? Or just pop some pills? That could work too.
But instead of trying to make myself well again, I lie here, sick and possibly contagious, and dig myself a grave, more or less. I dont know why I do it. I know it's only going to make me jealous and envious, and angry- especially now that I'm ill. But it has this magnetic pull and I just have to.
I'm viewing someone's blog. Her name is Chiara Ferragni, and she has quite possibly the most perfect life any being on this Earth could ever have to call their own.
First of all, she lives in Italy- Milan to be exact. She's twenty-three, she's a student and a popular fashion blogger. I'm also assuming she's a model, although nowhere on her blog does it say so.
She is tall with a slender and slim body. She has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. And she's got freckles. I've always wanted freckles!
Also, she has an Italian boyfriend- who, by the looks of it, is also a photographer.
And to make the pain just that little bit more unbearable, this girl has the most amazing clothes I have seen in my life.
I dont know where she gets them from. Maybe because she's a fashion blogger she get's them free or something. Maybe she has connections. Maybe she models them. Or, maybe she's just a fucking millionaire and I can just add that onto the long list of reasons I have to hate this woman.
Okay, I dont really hate her. I just want to be her. And lying in my bed with an angry cold and a blocked nose doesn't make being me anymore enticing.
But seriously, take a look at some of her pictures and then tell me honestly you dont feel the same..
www.theblondesalad.com until I manage to get some photos up for you folks..
