July 4th, 2011

london pop up festival

Today's the Fourth of July and as I was hurrying off this morning to my event at the Pop Up Festival of Stories, there must have been some strange current in the troposphere because my nice floaty dress decided to celebrate its own Independence Day by defying gravity. Repeatedly, incessantly. Sometimes in a big swoosh into the air, and sometimes going aloft in an upward step-by-step crawl.



It would have carried me up and away over this fine city had I not remembered the advice of my trusty friend Bridget, who said she'd sewn pennies into the hem of her skirt. At the time, I thought she was joking, but this morning it seemed very sound advice, indeed, and since I didn't have time to run home and change, I dashed into a chemist, bought some surgical tape, borrowed some scissors and did the deed with about ten pennies (including a few American coins, which for some reason I never seem to be able to clear out of my bag), while people in the shop looked at me quizzically. A little peek at my handiwork while on the train:



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