the red hiney

Outfit: Dirty Boyfriend Shirt and Spotty Pleated Skirt

2012-01-13T22:42:00.002Z

It's friday night and I'm not chomping at the bit to watch Madonna on Graham Norton. I don't like her. No... that's harsh. I don't not like her, but I still don't like her. I'm not even indifferent. There is no words to describe my opinion of her. Oh no, and now I'm watching Newsnight and I don't have the willpower to sit through and listen to the disintegration of the eurozone and all our hopes and dreams are meaningless and what is the point because isn't the world ending in 2012? Although, the condoms that were thrust at my housemate during her checkup today say they expire in 2016. Perhaps when we are all cast into purgatory, we can all still engage in lewd activities to our hearts content. Maybe this is what went through Eve's head too - Ha Ha, Oh Eve... Ha Ha.

I took some webcam photos about 5 minutes ago. I found this old shirt at the bottom of a pile of my old clothes. I don't think it belongs to me, nor do I think it belonged previously to any girl of my acquaintance.. I need to stop stealing people's old stuff. I bought this skirt today in H&M - I love. It's spotty and swishy and reminded me of the jalouse video I posted about earlier. Instant love.

By the way, my legs are not lopsided. My bed is just a collection of blankets and cushions that I don't bother putting into any straight order so I just tend to strew myself over them all.

Une Fille Comme Les Autres - Video & Screenshots

2012-01-13T01:39:00.000Z

I can only apologize so many times for my absences. I actually have a couple of funny posts saved in my drafts that might appear when I get desperate. Anyone else interested in my live blogging from the Made In Chelsea Christmas Special? If so, yay! It's inevitable in my state of university panic! If not, boo! I'll put a photo of a kitten at the end so you don't feel too cheated.

Une Fille Comme Les Autres from Jalouse blog on Vimeo.

This video is supposedly going to go viral. Whoopee. I'm whirling my finger in the air, in case you're not stalking me through my window. This international sign for disinterest seems a bit harsh for my opinion of this video. In truth, I like it. I like the shallow and achingly clever/cool thing it has going on. I dislike how much hype and how much the internet is reacting to it. Therefore, I thought I would do everyone a favour and just screenshot my favourite outfits from the video - that's what we're really interested in, right? Just me? Okay :(

Now fly, my pretties! Fly to tumblr and repost to your heart's content!

Outfit: Vintage Shearling Coats and Flares

2011-12-04T21:49:00.000Z

coat: vintage, top: topshop, flares: free people

I'm cutting it close today. I refuse to fail in this self-imposed 'week of oufit' photo challenge. I do feel it would have been easier to do it on tumblr but alas, blogspot is where it at homies. Photos were hard to take today, I admit it. It was so cold - so, so, so cold! It's forecasted to snow tomorrow and I can feel that chill in the air. You know, that little nip? It's there. Looming over my head and cackling with every bracing wind. This coat is my little sanctuary. Last time I wore it on the blog, see here, the photos of my rings made the rounds on tumblr for a good month or so. Therefore, NO RING PHOTOS TODAY NOOBS. Tumblr makes me feel awkward. Awkward turle.

I'm typing this as my ghds warm up. There is a taxi booked in 58 minutes and counting, ready to drag my sorry behind to revs. I'm against this plan. It's cold. It's sunday. I have a 150 lined canto to translate before my 1:15 Italian class tomorrow. Nevertheless, bring on the winged eyeliner and dark lips! Claire shan't be pulling tonight methinks.

Unless the beautiful blonde boy would like to saunter into my life again. Hello, Mr. Karma? I'm waiting.

Outfit: Barbours and Aran Knits Go Together like Shoo-Bop.

2011-12-03T15:28:00.000Z

jacket: barbour, jumper: vintage, shoes: office, bag: asos

This was my great attempt at smiling today. I think it may have consequently become a half-smile/half-grimace but what an improvement on yesterday! Won't you agree? I was looking at these photos after I took them and a rather depressing thought popped into my head. Barbour and vintage knits? Faux undercuts and patent leather loafers? I think that I think I live in an Urban Outfitters campaign. Now, if only I had a nice bit of arm candy and a film photographer to document my every move as I frolic through an abandoned wood...

This is my new bag from ASOS. Snapped it up, along with a clutch, during last week's Savvy Sunday Sale. Such a bargain - and practical! I can fit my folders, books and laptop in there, all the while making sure it's not too heavy on my shoulder. I'm still searching for a vintage black leather bag but I refuse to settle for anything that isn't 100% real leather. It's surprisingly hard. I'm also considering buying a fox tail to hang off this bag; however, I've just started imagining it... Coupled with my heels and perched off my elbow? I wouldn't talk to me if I saw me. Oh god, no. Definitely not.

I'm writing this from the library. I'm pretty sure the boy sat opposite me was here last night too. I feel we should befriend each other. No one else dedicates their Friday and Saturday nights to work apart from us. Maybe this could be the start of something beautiful. Our children will be nerdy and watch pokemon. It's a shame that this boy hasn't raised his head yet... He's also blonde - not my type... Oh, no. He looked up. I lied - so very, very, my type. No, don't pack up. Don't leave!

Needless to say, he's gone. I'm sad.

Outfit: Topshop Mohair Knit and Leather Shorts

2011-12-02T23:47:00.000Z

knit: topshop, shirt: topshop, shorts: topshop, boots: topshop - I'm embarrassed for myself

I've been told several times that I have an attitude but have never truly believed it - until I caught an eyeful of these photos. Do I know how to smile? Was it really necessary to flip my own camera and readers the bird? Could I not have displayed my rings in a more ladylike manner? Do you like my rings by the way? They're all my latest DIY's. I'm waggling my fingers as I type - *ooh, the sparkles! Shimmery Loveliness!*. I'm still trying to get to grips with blogging again. These photos are a mess, I can't seem to work out the best length for my lens focus. Also... Is my house lopsided? I wouldn't put it past those shoddy 1950s builders. I feel like I'm about to slide down off my photos and dangle helplessly from the sidebar. Help! Help! The photos are crooked!

I spent my day in the library. Yes, this is what I wear to the library. The leather makes an uncomfortable squelch as I sit down. Sometimes I have to make this noise repeatedly to reassure the strangers around me that it's my shorts and not some unfortunate bowel movements.

This may only be my second day of consequtive outfit posts but I already feel boring. I would never generally photograph this outfit - black on black? Blah. Mohair against leather? Been there, Done that. I just feel so unoriginal... NEVERTHELESS, I shall stick out this daily outfit grind until the week is over. Just to prove that I can do it. And hopefully, hopefully, something funny will happen so I can provide you all with amusing anecdotes of my fabulous lifestyle. Did I mention that I made curry today? I am a rebel!

Outfit: Inspired by Chloe Moretz in Hugo

2011-12-01T22:29:00.000Z

beret: vintage, scarf: zara, coat: topshop, top: H&M, shoes: office

I realize that mirror photos are still the carnal sin of the blogging world but I've decided to endeavour to post more 'basic' outfits. Y'know, the outfits that I actually wear everyday. This could very easily blow back into my face very quickly. You'll quickly realize that I'm actually terribly boring and that I have no sense of style or fashion. Or you'll discover that I have too many shoes and that my daily life isn't interesting or noteworthy. Essentially, the cons to this plan far outweigh the pros but I'm committing.

I took these photos at what felt like the crack of dawn this morning. It was probably about 9AM but that might as well have been 6AM. I had to trek my way into the city centre to have an essay feedback tutorial with my tutor so I didn't see the point in looking nice. Massive coat, baggiest top and super-hair-covering beret. And no make up. If I don't wear makeup, I always slap on my glasses to complete the look. I have a look. I call it 'I'm a dirty lazy student, just be glad I show up' look.

I watched the trailer to Hugo the other day. How amazing does this film look? I love the actors and am particularly enamoured with Chloe Moretz. She was my inspiration for picking up this beret the other day. I love the 'french-girl-on-a-train' thing she has going on throughout the film. Have a gander at exhibit A and try and dispute me. Although, she looks a lot more chic... I bought this coat last year in the Topshop Xmas sale for £20. Absolute bargain.

Misc: Sixteen Silver Rings

2011-11-30T23:26:00.000Z

rings: assorted

Outfit: I've forgotten how to do these.

2011-11-21T17:10:00.001Z

I'll be honest with you. A thought occured to me while I was setting up my tripod. "I've forgotten how to do these. You've forgotten how to take outfit photos". Here lies a prime example of said forgetfulness. Several blurry photos with no real effort. Forgive me blogging gods, for I have sinned.

jacket: barbour, top: vintage, belt: topshop, cords: H&M, shoes: topshop

I've decided to bring back skinny cords. I have yet to see anyone embrace this trend at my university and I cannot fathom why. Logically, they are the superior option to denim as they keep you warm and toasty. Aesthetically, they are the superior option because of their super awesome texture. And most importantly, they are a great conversational starting piece. I have made many a friend this week with, "Oi, you! Stroke ma leg! Thas cord tha' is!".

I'm trying out new photo taking spots in my university room. I swapped to much cosier (and about 5 degrees warmer) bedroom this year so I will endeavour to take photos and show you soon. I've got my hipster hats and dream catchers already hung up on the walls in preparation. It's also ridiculously hard to take outfit photos these days because the light has disappeared by 4PM... Although, don't get me started on lighting. I have a class from 4:15-6:15 on tuesdays and I have to walk there while the sun sets and arrive home in the dead of the night. It's ridiculous! Note to self: Google shortest day of year so can plan amazing voodoo party outside to celebrate. Consider buying tiki torches...

I really like my nails today. They're shiny. It makes typing feel very science fiction. With the BBC Doctor Who Proms cd going in the background I feel that I am in for a productive evening. IF you do ever get the chance to geek out at amazing classical music, my personal favourite from the evening is This is Galifrey. Great music to write essays to because it swells with your wordcount... Jus' sayin.

xxx

Apologies for my emotional outburst

2011-11-13T16:27:00.000Z

Apologies to all those who read my previous emotional outburst. Strange way to reintroduce myself to the blogging world right? I shan't delete the post though, I think it's important that people realize that even 'confident' girls are quivering wrecks inside. I'm about to gush. Warning. I've so very much missed blogging! I miss reading people's blogs and seeing all the pretty clothes and hearing about their lives. I've always thought that blogging is so much more than outfit diaries, you become emotionally invested in people. I loved reading about so many summer internships or relationship rollercoasters. I'm going to spend this whole weekend weaselling my way back into all your lives.

It's a shame I don't have any better photos to show you. I randomly found these in a folder a couple of days ago. One of my friends graciously took some snapshots of me on skype. I find it slightly awkward now because he was clearly having an ogle at my too-low-for-tv-top. I should also mention that they were for halloween. I went out twice because damn, I love halloween. And I love to look terrifying. It baffles me why some people go 'pretty'. 'Sexy' is allowed, as long as you have lashings of fake blood and fangs. 'Pretty'? No. Never. Nessun.

Do you think I look terrifying? I do hope so. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

Self Confidence Is Rarely Natural

2011-11-12T22:21:00.000Z

She says:
Why don't you flirt with him?!?

I think:
Flirt? With him? Flirt with this beautiful boy towering above me? Whose eyes are shining into mine and now my greatest fear is suddenly that he'll see past his reflection and notice our wedding photo montage flash through my mind? You want me to flirt with this? This boy whose natural charm and good looks are causing the girl next to me to flick her eyes from him to my saggy bottom and back? You expect I, Queen of Dorks, to somehow bypass my years of awkwardness and seduce this Adonis before me? Me, the girl who can barely keep up a running conversation with elderly people in the queue for Morrisons, is supposed to transform into a sultry self confident woman? The girl who once got so nervous talking to a boy that she began to hum the pokemon battle theme loudly only to then pretend it wasn't her? Yeh, I don't think so.

I say:
Yeeh, not my type. *hair flick*

the briefest glimpse into my week

2011-09-06T23:43:00.000+01:00

Shockingly bad ton of me, old boys! Leaving you here all your lonesome like that! Deepest apologies of course! I was indisposed last week with social activity. Which is a rarity, if truth be told. Tuesday was spent in Great Yarmouth, admiring very little of the surroundings and bursting into tears when a sea gull flew too close to comfort, and on Wednesday, I went to watch One Day, the less said about this atrocity of a film...the better. Thursday night was the weekly gathering at our favourite drinking halls and naturally, Friday was spent nursing the proof of a well spent night. The weekend was Norfolk Spectacular. Both brilliant and awkwardly embarrassing for me. And then it was Monday and I was in the library with my nose pressed between Hero and Leander. And so, old boys, we return full circle to today. Tuesday. And I have nothing to show you than a hodgepodge of images. I hope you accept my apologies, I don't even have any fun stories!

#1 Cotton candy and a plastic bag filled with second hand Georgette Heyer novels.
#2 Guess what TV show I watched the day before? Hello fellow sci-fi geeks!
#3 A ring.
#4 So far back. For a reason. Bottles flying everywhere.
#5 + #6 Got a little obsessed with Eliza Doolittle. Especially her outfit. I loved it. Excessive amounts.
#7 Lens blur. I'm an artist.
#8 Chase & Status. Highlight of my life.

Black and Yellow, Black and Yellow (with White!)

2011-08-27T15:05:00.000+01:00

Do you remember that really sunny day we had last week? No? Of course you don't, it never happened. Summer it seems, like every other Brit with sense, has upsticks and gone on holiday. I woke up this morning to grey drizzle. Not rain, just drizzle. Drizzle is the worst of the wet weather, you see, it isn't heavy enough to warrant staying indoors yet carrying an umbrella under it makes you feel silly. Your options are to invest in a trench, get your hoodie wet or find some waterproof folder to cover your hair with. I generally go with the latter two options, both being impractical and stupid, but the cheaper of three evils. I have lost many a good printed-hand-out to the foils of drizzle.

scarf: zara, top: h&m, jeans: topshop, shoes: emma cook

This weather, of course, does not stop everyone. My parents being a prime example. I was dragged out of bed at 9am and ordered to dress appropriately. We were going to the flea market. Most Saturdays, when not watching old cartoons on Boomerang, I love spending the day at the flea market. I love the vintage clothes and the second hand books. Give me a leather bound 1904 edition of Browning poems and I will be a happy chappy. True story. The term 'appropriately' to my parents is something vastly different to me. They were thinking, 'comfortable shoes and perhaps a jacket with enough pocket space to carry small items', my mind ventured along the lines of 'statement colour with massive heels'. In my defence, they were appropriate heels though. My Emma Cook Topshop boots are probably the most practical pair in my wardrobe. The soles are more grippy than my wellies so are great for rain or snow. If it wasn't for the pony hair I would be jumping into puddles with wild abandon.

I do feel I need to apologize now. As I was typing this entry, the sun has just started shining brilliantly. Too bright, hurts my eyes. My deepest apologies Señor Sol, please accept this formal apology.

three cheers for maroon, burgundy and that mix between.

2011-08-25T17:05:00.001+01:00

I have a sickness. It's true. You can't see it and ~~it's not particularly worrying~~ it only affects my wallet. Actually, what is truly worrying in this case is that I had to google the difference between affect and effect for the previous statement and I'm still not entirely sure if I've used it correctly. Raise your hand if you're doing an English Literature degree? Oh, just me? Cool cool. Alas, I have digressed already. This sickness, my dear friends, is that I have become irrevocably infatuated with the colour burgundy. And not just burgundy but all the shades and tones possible. Luckily, the highstreet shares in my passion. It's everywhere. I can barely pass through a store without holding a semi-sheer maroon blouse against me and wondering if I can do without milk this week. To prove my undying love I thought I would show you an amalgamation of the latest burgundy items to enter my closet. It's unfortunate that I can only use images for I have an ingenious video idea incorporating burgundy and interpretive dance. This love has no limits. warning: massive creeper faces approaching.

cardigan: ark, dress: vintage, shoes: DocMs

Angry girl has angry face. Unintentional, I swear. Does anyone else ever get approached in the street by strangers and told to "cheer up, it might never happen!" and you have to point out to said strangers that "this is just my face". No? Just me? Cool cool. Man, look at that juxtaposition between wool and cord. I'm so hipster, damn, I'm so cool. Rub your fingers on it, damn, that's good right? Yeh, sick.

glasses: UO, jumper: river island, shorts: arc, shoes: DocMs

Why heeelllllooo there Mr. Bond. In one photo I am both your secretary and your arch nemesis, Monotone Miss! Dear blogging world, let me educate you in this instance. You see that attractive mouth grimace on the left? That would be known as the 'Nofolk Click'. Ask anyone from east anglia, we love us ~~a good burglar shooting~~ a tongue click. I'm convinced that the advertising intern behind the compare the market advert is from Norfolk. Simples. (I don't really, it's never crossed my mind before now. I'm too urban for that).

hat: asos, top: h&M, jeans: topshop, shoes: DocMs

Will the burgundy ever stop!? Shield mine eyes, they burn! Haha, naht! I love burgundy, MORE BURGUNDY. More burgundy you say? Guess the colour of my pants then. What, more burgundy you say? Trick question. They're blue, feature my favourite sesame street character, and have the word 'cookie' stamped over the ass. Classy right? No, but memorable.

tl;dr, anyone?

Now, in all seriousness, I think it good that we take the piss out of 'trends' once in a while. Do you believe me when I say this was supposed to have been humorous? As in, haha, that silly girl is only wearing one colour, ha ha ha. However, the more I look at these photos, ~~the more I want to wear black~~ the more I think I shall venture out in some variation of these outfits. My friends will undoubtedly point out the obvious. "You're wearing one colour", "You look ridiculous", "Why have you come to this party dressed as a giant bruise?". But I shall ignore them all, safe in the knowledge that I would look cool on the internet.

toodaloo muddafukas (god bless The Hangover)

isabel marant and acne pistol alternatives

2011-08-17T14:18:00.001+01:00

top: topshop, bottom:H&M

About a month ago I began my search for my highstreet alternatives for the Acne pistol boot and Isabel Marant suede boot (here, if you don't believe me). The lovely MJ pointed me in the right direction, but alas, twas not to be. I had caved before I read her comment. I had wandered into Topshop, innocently enough, and my favourite sales assistant slyly mentioned that they had a pair of shoes in the back. "Just waiting for me". The exact words she used to grab my attention. It worries me that they knew I would be coming for them.

What makes it worse is that I had already bought a pair of shoes the day before. The H&M pair that have, rather strangely, eclipsed the topshop pair by a mile. They were a bit under £30? I thought they would be a good muddy heel but they seem to go with everything. The cushioned soles make them comfortable for shopping in town all day while the height make my ass look so much nicer in those too-tight-for-breathing jeans-but-really-leggings that H&M sell.

Voila. Shoe love. Shoe heaven.

Of course, I still have another 3 pairs on my wishlist before my 2011 A/W wardrobe will be completed. Next: Prada flatform knockoffs and those elusive pointy toed pumps.

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panic in the streets so hang the dj

2011-08-09T18:53:00.003+01:00

I don't know what to post. I don't know what post would match the tone of the nation. I don't even know what post would do justice to what I'm feeling. I'm nervous, tense, angry, grateful... I don't know. I cannot comprehend what is happening around me. I feel a bit sick.

I was in town today, went in to pick up some bezel wire for the above diy (sneaky peek/tester diy before I do a video tutorial hopefully) alla Chic Steals. The specialist crafts supply shop I go to is deep in the heart of the old city. And not the good old city. It's dirty, dingy and dodgy. As I was waiting to pay, my arms heavy with chain and wire, a towering policewoman walked in and pointedly clicked the door shut behind her. She advised the store owner to close up and for me to go home, this area was not safe tonight. I've never been so terrified. With my head down I made my way home, veering out of the way from the loitering gaggle of hoodies that seemed congregate out of no where. Police were everywhere, staring people down and encouraging them to be on their way. I saw padlocks and chains being brought out from the backrooms and store displays suddenly looking very naked and vulnerable.

I finally got home. As I turned on the radio to listen for updates, I began pruning my bonsai. Life carried on normally again, I got out the pliers and began shaping my bezel. I heard sirens in the distance and my eye began to twitch. An uneasy reminder of the unknown of tonight.

#staysafe

6151

2011-08-06T23:50:00.001+01:00

new bra. asos.

curling braid ends

2011-08-04T21:25:00.004+01:00

Miserable weather today. Grey. Rainy. Day made only better; however, with the arrival of my new asos sale shoes. Down from £45 to £18. Bargain. I would have preferred these in black, alla Alexander Wang, but my mother insists that this is a far more flattering colour. I'm trying to branch away from black. I now own two pairs of tan coloured shoes. Both of which I would have preferred in black.

does he know?

2011-07-30T16:52:00.004+01:00

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***************all topshop
I'm all in a tizz. Biffo is picking me up at 7pm to drive over an hour into the next county to attend our favourite farmer friend's house/barn party. I love me a good barn party. The idea of having to spend the next week ripping pieces of hay from my hair fills me with that tingling sensation of mixed emotion. I'm liking this new naming my IRL friends with online nicknames. This particular hostess shall be henceforth known as Gilly. Gilly as in silly. Like Rowling as in bowling. Speaking of Miss Rowling, don't forget to check Pottermore on the 31st July!
Anyway, I digress. If you were reading my twitter you would know how that I had a bit of issue in deciding what to wear. I sat in my underwear for a good half an hour, veering back and forth from practical to fashionable and back to practical. I went to topshop for inspiration and was surprised at how little there actually was available... Anyway, there are rules when it comes to barn parties. Here for you now, a list because it is more concise this way :-
- No light colours on the bottom because you never know what hidden stains there are on the kitchen counter tops or near the animals.
- No skirts or dresses because you will ultimately have to sit crossed legged at one point or another and judging upon previous levels of intoxication, this will end badly.
- Minimal jewellery.
- Closed toed shoes, boots preferable. Animal faeces are rife and England is cold at night.
- Outfit must be comfortable because no one carries bags to parties so where are your pyjamas going to go? You'll be in a sleeping bag (if you're lucky) and you can just strip.
- Outfit must be modest because farmers get very bored and have no qualms in catcalling and shouting abuse at you as they trundle alongside your hungover and barely covered ass as you limp through fields of wheat. Spoken from true experience.
- Don't wear anything you love. Barn parties are messy.
I got rather bored after the second outfit. I don't know, maybe I'm growing up. I've been really craving clean cut things now, no more of my smelly vintage jumpers. I blame Elin King, she just has the most amazing blog and style. What am I saying? I love my smelly jumpers!
I really must wrap this post up because I think I'm starting to ramble to get out of deciding upon my outfit!
xx
edit: I posted on twitter what I eventually went with. I put on some super thick tights though. See it here

Massive Attack

2011-07-28T21:51:00.001+01:00

Not standard flower show garb but I felt comfortable. Yesterday, I attended the 130th Sandringham Flower Show with my grandmother, the assortment of fake-aunties, my mother and essentially half of the local Women's Institute. I'm not 100% sure why or how I was convinced into going. Nevertheless, we all clambered into a "party bus" and, what felt like years later, finally arrived at the famous royal event. I was probably the youngest and least excitable thing there. After paying the entrance fee, I was accosted by a small white yorkshire terrier attacking my leg and promptly announced that my day was ruined.

I spent most of the day by myself, perusing the flower stalls and avoiding the masses of people following Charles and Camilla. There's not much to say about the royal couple. Prince Charles does indeed love his plants a tad too much and the Duchess looks far younger in the flesh. In other, more exciting news, while I was loitering around the stalls, Dame Maggie Smith wandered past me and my brain imploded. She looked ancient. The BBC were also there. One of the cameras was pointed at me for a good minute before my grandmother mentioned it. I pulled my most teenager face and it moved away.

I was wearing my new diy ear-chain-wire-wrap-cuff. I used old grey chain I found in my diy box and just went a little bit wild. I think it's pretty. I also went a little bit arm crazy. None of my aunties could comprehend why I wore a watch without the actual watch. "But it's FASHION, auntie!" isn't viable justification to them apparently.

every kind of light

2011-07-26T18:06:00.011+01:00

Scrolling through my blog's history has left me with a sour taste in my mouth. So much about me. Me, or my hair, or my clothes. Blogging is a narcissistic hobby. Therefore, I thought I would give you all a break from my face and give you a little glimpse into photos of my week.

#1. I've watched Hazza P and the Deathly Hello's Part deux three times now. I couldn't wait and ended up seeing it opening weekend. Then I had to go back because I had to see the difference between 2D and 3D. Then I had to go watch it again because 3D was so atrocious that I wanted to remember it in 2D.

#2. I own an absurd amount of denim shorts. I was hoping to sell some old levi's on ebay, but I can't handle the thought of them no longer being mine. They range from a size 8 to size 14. I don't really know why...
#3. Sunglasses. Kanye Shutter Shades. Geeky Cat Eyes Specs.

#4. I imagine there are many of us who waited patiently for Topshop to stock these beautiful boots. I saw the black pair come in and so I began rearranging my credit cards and monthly budgets in anticipation for the silver pair. They came and went without me even realizing. They were stocked at 4am and sold out by 8am. I remember waking up and checking the site at 10 and just slamming my fists against the table. I then ran downstairs and flung myself onto the sofa, lamenting to my mother that the world was cruel and I would never get over this. She told to me to get over myself then promptly returned her attention to This Morning. I feel like a angst ridden teenager when I say this, but I SHALL NEVER STOP WANTING THESE SHOES! I'm choking up.

wooden fence

2011-07-24T15:23:00.061+01:00

When one abandons their blog for long periods of time, be it two months or two weeks, the blogger is left with the pressing need to present their next post as something interesting and iconic. Something worthy of their readers who wait out the breaks. After several days of staring blankly at my screen, desperately trying to find unblogged photos or attempting to justify a 'haul' post, I was finally prompted to update when I heard the sad new about Amy Winehouse.

It was already a grim Saturday. The weather was terrible, the incoming updates surrounding Norway were shocking and the world was twisting inwards as it tried to comprehend. A friend randomly turned up in the morning because her bike chain snapped near my house. She couldn't be picked up until the afternoon so another friend was roped in to come over and play. Like we were five again. Let's call them Biffo and Pod.

Biffo is an incredibly beautiful theatre student with an incredibly low self esteem - considering that she looks the way she does. Pod is the stereotypical hipster art student with JLS-style-low-cut 'man-tanks' and artificially cool tattoos. Beneath his unnecessary appearance, he was the same 16 year old with the old lomography camera I had first befriended. We share a mutual love of The Kinks and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He also just bought a new flash gun.

Saturday was soon turning into a photo shoot. I was thrust into the role of 'assistant' as Biffo fell into my pile of freshly washed clothes, lovingly ironed by my mother, and Pod began screwing together the rusty tripod. We were joking and laughing, Biffo was experimenting with the voice changer in my Storm trooper helmet and Pod couldn't understand how I knew all the words to Nicki Minaj's "Super Bass". Then Radio One announced the unexplained death of Amy Winehouse and suddenly the photographs took on a darker turn. Both metaphorically and literally as Pod decided monochrome made us 'edgier'.

Biffo was transformed into the blonde country version of Miss Winehouse as we lay on the gel liner and the beehive was hairsprayed into place. As Radio One began their tribute to Amy, the music and feeling in the room was sombre. Our day was ending now, Biffo began unpinning her hair and I scrubbed at my face with soap that burned the cracks in my lips. Amy began to lament how love was like a losing game when Pod asked to take a photo of my smeared wet face. This is how the above photo of me came into existence. We were all just so emotionally exhausted and Amy was our saviour.

There is no actual point in this post or this photo. My story has no relevance to your lives and won't mean anything to me in a few years. I don't expect any of you to have even read this far. It was just nice to write this out.

Thank you for humouring me.

R.I.P

Sometimes the things i do break my heart, but other times they don't but they should

2011-07-13T22:55:00.001+01:00

hat: h&m, top: american apparel, skirt: vintage, bag: urban outfitters, belt: vintage, shoes: topshop

BOOM! Look at that creeper face. Heh Heh Heh, hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife. (That's an youtube geek thing, not a stalker warning). ((Another for the youtube geeks: I was backin' up, backin' up, backin' up, cos my daddy taught me good)).

A quick outfit today. And my no make up face. It's quite liberating taking photos before I put my make up on. I don't like to leave the house until JUST after I do my face. I don't like how it feels, you know... sitting in my pores. Bleh. The skirt was my mothers as was the belt... My hair is super horrible and dry right now but I bought this Dove Super Hair Therapy Conditioner, so pray it fixes this horrible straw that I call hair.

I wore this today to go have lunch with my Grandmother and numerous 'aunties'. They're not my real relatives. They're my grandmother's neighbours who I've known all my life and tend to still slip fivers into my birthday cards if I greet them with air kisses and squeals of "Auntie Ethel! Do you ever age? If only I look half as good.....". We went for lunch in this little posh cafe on the side of a garden centre/nursery. I was baffled by this place. I think this is where old posh people go for a day out. I swear there was a room called the "Emergency Advice Centre" and apparently, you take clippings or photos of your dying plants and experts will tell you how to revive it. I thought Alan Titchmarsh was going to pop out of the rhododendrons at any moment...

I'm having an inner panic about Harry Potter. I don't want to see it. I can't handle the fact that it'll be over. I can't. I refuse to. I shall not accept that this will be the end. Therefore, I won't see it on Friday. I won't! But I will. NO! I WON'T! AHH!

Hipster Boy, So Cold and Alone

2011-07-10T21:36:00.000+01:00

top: stolen, shorts: topshop, glasses: urban outfitters

Goodness, look at that flash. It's rather offensive isn't it? Garish, blunt, so FLASHY. Unfortunately, it was approaching 8pm and I had no makeup on and, darn it man! I needed the flash for my sad freckled skin! Oh, woe is me! The painful repercussions of overexposure to sunlight was never forced upon me as a child. Heed my word pale skinned brethren, RUN FROM THIS CRUEL SUN!

I found this shirt today. I couldn't pinpoint where it was from for a long time. I held it, I smelt it and, I admit, I may have rubbed it against my face for bit. It was so soft! It had clearly been loved and washed and loved a bit more. Then it hit me. This had once belonged to a sad little hipster boy who I had befriended in my younger and more doe-eyed days. He was so pretty... We had all fallen asleep in my IRLBFF's living room after a random night of twister and tequila. I remember, come morning, realizing that I would have to walk home and it struck me then that my super amazing night time ensemble, of cut out tank tops and distressed hotpants, were not technically suitable for traipsing through the leafy middle class suburbs of my home city. The tshirt was lying there next to him, so inviting with it's sleeves and such. I wore it home, I never mentioned it to him. He's on a gap year now, I'll text him about it... maybe.

I've almost made my way through the 5000 bloglovin posts... I started reading from May 22nd. Almost there. Once that's done - blog comments!

I was reading the lovely denise when I saw one of her quick little diys. It was a pair of awesome wire rings. I knew I had loads of random little pieces so I thought I would do my own version. You can see the photo below. The larger one has a gold beady thing on it, while the other is smaller shrunken version which is supposed to fit higher above on the knuckle/finger/Idon'tknowanatomy.

inspired by the talented Denise @ superwowomg

all i want to do is get hot

2011-07-08T23:44:00.005+01:00

zara

Let me introduce you to my only sale purchase of this season. Zara knit, welcome to the blogosphere. I saw it lying at the bottom of a sad little pile and my mind went straight back to one I had been lusting after on the acne website the day before - see it here. It's just perfect, I love it. Outfit post with it soon.

I feel this summer will be spent desperately trawling the high street for cheaper options of acne's new collection. Or Acne-via-Isabel Marant-via-Balmain. They are all looking increasingly similar are they not? Luckily, that is the exact style and look that I crave. I love the luxe knits, the leather, the little boots. So far, best match for the Acne pistol are those uber hyped Topshop knockoffs. I don't know if I can commit £75 to another pair of ankle boots that I probably won't love as much as I love my bronx-jeffrey campbell-chloe knockoffs. Goodness, it's cyclical isn't it? Super brand -> It Brand -> High Street. More or less. Love it.

I'm sorry about my absence, I'm trying to catch up. Does no one ever have that slump? Where no post seems quite right, the photos are never as good as your last, your brain dribbles out your ears and typing now feels as though you're just smushing your fingers across the keyboard like wsredykcnuyghvbjmkl;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;.

awooooooogaaa alla merrimaking

2011-07-06T15:04:00.004+01:00

hood: merrimaking, glasses: topshop, top: tee&cake

How sick as is this hood? Many thanks to the talented little fingers over at Merrimaking for hand crafting me this awesome snow wolf headgear. Perfect for my cool norfolk summers near the campfire, I shall be sporting this in all manners of outfits and events over this coming holiday. It may become muddy and stinky but I am sure that I will love it forever. Go have a gander at their website and marvel at those talented ladies.

P.S. They have not asked me to write about how amazing they are, I just can't contain myself.

buy yours here