It is Friday. It is magazine night. But to my horror this afternoon, I found, as I stood in my usual magazine purveyors, that there wasn’t a magazine I hadn’t already read, nor anything that looked enticing enough for me to forego the pleasure of the familiar and take a chance on something new.
So thank goodness this new rash of on-line magazines is a gift that just keeps on giving, because today see’s the launch of Matchbook, a scrumptious little publication I have been eagerly anticipating, not least because their definition of a Matchboook Girl had me nodding my head deliriously and wishing there was a club I could sign up to so I could wear a badge and call myself a fully fledged member of the Matchbook consortium…
While a magazine is a magazine is a magazine is a magazine, and perhaps even more so these days, this one describes itself as a field guide to a charmed life, which is a description that rather thoroughly floats my twinkly boat, and better than that features articles about both Rita Konig and Sohie Dahl, both of whom I am not ashamed to admit, I think of as my kinda girls. Though they may beg to differ…
So I do believe it’s time to climb into my red polka dotty jim jams, light these cinnamon scented candles, grab my laptop and wait for Richard to come cook me fish and chips.
It’s a fish and chips kinda night you see. With minty mushy peas and a snuggly dressing gown, a new magazine and a dollop of fake tan because I have to attend a Beer night with some lovely bearded types tomorrow night and one must not look scarily pasty when sipping the horror that is the kind of drink they sometimes name after ferrets.
Oh dear. I’m failing already. Matchbook Girls wouldn’t drink beers called Ferret now would they?? Rest assured my fellow Matchbook girls, neither will I.
Have a lovely weekend won’t you?x