The first port of call was the pretty little harbour town of Newport, Rhode Island. Famous for mansions, don't you know, as well as excellent seafood - of course it was, the whole of New England is overflowing with lobster and clam chowder, which I enthusiastically devoured EVERY DAY. I decided to wear a recent purchase for the occasion - a fisherman-esque chunky green sweater with very un-fisherman-like shoulder studs and dress. Behold:
|As usual, excuse the ropey darkness of the photo - blame my iPhone.|
Jumper: Topshop Petite (Size 10)
Dress (under jumper): Topshop (Size 6)
Slipper-type Shoes: Primark (Size 4)
You're probably familiar with this jumper as it seems everyone in the UK has it, but that doesn't detract from it's greatness - thanks, Topshop for bringing it out in Petite so I can wear a smaller version and not be swamped. Here's a close-up for a better appreciation of the true colour and the studs:
Want to see some more photos from the holiday? Oh OK, twist my arm... just make sure you scroll all the way down to the end for my indepth take on Boston.
Here's me doing the 'cliff walk' in Newport - that's an activity, not a dance move, by the way - along the backs of all the famous mansions. (No, I hadn't heard of them either... they were very impressive, though!):
|Oops, unoriginally wearing my outfit from Post Seven here|
|A pre-cliff-walk warning. Weeeee!|
|Yep, that's a mansion alright.|
|More mansions on a particularly low part of the cliff.|
|Lobster tails! Pinchy tastes gooood.|
And just because I thought it was funny, check out my hair's 'Something About Mary' impression on the ferry from Long Island to Connecticut, en route to Newport...
|When bad hair happens to good people...|
So yeah, after Newport we went to Boston. It rained. A lot. The best bit was the place where everybody knows your name (although actually they didn't):
|Not a single sighting of Sam, Woody OR Frasier. Pah.|
Part Deux. Fin.