It's a tough job...

I'm pretty sure that my friend ELF thinks my job is plain sailing. OK, so yesterday I spent a good portion of my time 'researching' models for a menswear event we are hosting in conjunction with Jaguar, but it's a lot harder than you might think - leafing through lookbooks and trawling the internet for the perfect man - one who looks just as good in Aussiebum (oh yes) as he does in Pal Zileri. I don't think being surrounded by Lanvin helps, or my constant shoe dilemmas for that matter (this month, the normally-a-no-no Fendi fight it out against Prada's python skin catwalk-uber-shoes. I think Prada will win).
I am just loving my gorgeous housemates - they are the cutest mix of randomness. Tonight was full of cakey-bakey-ness, as Gem made cupcakes with frosting and marshmallow hats to make up for the fact she has given up chocolate and biscuits for lent. A brave (and, some might say, foolish) move, so we were all a little ashamed for devouring mini-eggs mid-bake.
We are all a little worried though, after housebunny Sazzle was followed home by some weirdo. Thankfully a lot of screaming put paid to him, but the poor sausage was so shaken up that she didn't even bust out her dance routine when Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' came on the wireless.
In other news, I met with the hugely inspirational original Calendar Girls today to talk about a possible launch event for their new calendar - very exciting - I'm thinking full length vinyls of the ladies covering the Harvey Nichols windows - Miaow!