Yesterday i did something i really can’t remember doing for oh say, 30 years or so: i spilt my meal all over me. we were at rickshaw dumpling bar when suddenly (I honsetly don’t know how it happened) my entire box of dumplings was all over my pants — wasabi sauce and all. This wasn’t some little “oh i got two drops of sauce on my shirt i’ll pop to the bathroom and take care of it stain”. This was full on can i have a change of clothes bad. This photo is the whole mess a semi-dry two hours later after the appointment i was in chelsea for. That’s two hours of walking around having everyone stare at me and even enough time to bump into my dear friend kate (who was nice enough to stop laughing fairly quickly).