brass whistle necklace - vintage via etsy / wrap watch - La Mer / sweater - H&M / dress - thrifted / tights - Target / socks - H&M / boots - Steve Madden
Not to spoil the surprise or anything, but I am in Istanbul now! Exciting, right? This has absolutely nothing to do with these photos (taken a few days ago in Glasgow), but it surprisingly has everything to do with my blogging. See, I went to fire up my bloglovin' today, but I kept getting this error message, "Bu siteye erişim mahkeme kararıyla engellenmiştir," almost every time I'd try to view a whole post. Huh. So finally I popped that phrase into Google Translate:
"This prevented access to the site by court order."
Oh. Right.
The internet is totally censored here. While it probably reveals an incredible amount of naïveté on my part, I was pretty shocked. I can still view a few self-hosted blogs, but no Blogger or Wordpress, and my Disqus dashboard is only about half functional. I am still able to use Flickr, keep up with most of my favorite blogs on Google Reader, and seem to be able to create (but not preview) posts here. I can't leave comments on other blogs and am not sure yet whether I'll be able to answer my own. Oh yeah, and we're here for a whole month. I'm going to do what I can to keep up my posting schedule, but my apologies if things look a little janky around here for a while. Personally, I am definitely anticipating some serious blogroll withdrawal....
So...yeah. That's weird! But let me get down to more important business - these rad pictures Chris took of me in Glasgow. I'd initially planned to grab some photos in Kelvingrove Park, or somewhere else more readily identified with the city, but I couldn't resist the graphic potential of this sunny pedestrian bridge over the Clydeside Expressway.
This particular outfit was not what I'd planned to wear on our trip to Glasgow on Monday. I'd planned to wear this skirt, as it's been sorely neglected over the course of my 30x30, only making two outings so far. However, as our previous apartment had an iron but no ironing board (and it's the same deal here - seriously, what is up with that?), and I discovered that I am even more inept with a garment steamer than an iron, that plan had to get quickly scrapped in favor of wearing my pink stripes again. I was surprised how much I ended up liking this outfit - while I'm usually pretty insistent on having some kind of waist-definition going on, this boxy sweater over jersey dress combo was ridiculously comfy but still felt pretty cute. I realized later that the colors I went for in the outfit were almost identical to those I wore the day before, just in different proportions.
Unfortunately I was not able to get back my package of clothes yesterday - it turns out Heathrow won't actually let you leave the connecting flights terminal unless escorted by security, no matter how many tears you shed in front of the British Airways Customer Service desk, and they won't take you if your layover is under three hours long. So, after weeks of anticipation, many calls to UK Customs and Parcel Force, forking over a chunk of change on VAT, a few final days of frantic planning, Skyping, haranguing delivery drivers, and dragging a family friend out to the airport with package in tow....bupkiss. The upside is that at least my goodies are with someone I trust, and I'll definitely get them back sometime in May. In the meantime, I'll just have to keep on keepin' on, working with what I've got. Sigh.
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