... But I have a job interview coming up so it's fine.
Addison Boot - Topshop
Friday, 2 April 2010
I DID A BAD THING -
- but it's so totally worth it.
Julie Verhoeven for Mulberry dress - reduced. ALOT.
P.S. I first saw this dress back in October 07 in the Bond Street store for a cool grand and pretty much died. I then saw it once in the factory store in Somerset last winter but at half the price there was no way I could afford it. Then... last summer I tried tracking it down for this Vogue lunch I had and despite calling every single shop in the country and scouring eBay, no luck. Today, in the Somerset store again, there it was, hidden at the back and I swear I nearly had to change my pants. I can deal with being poor as long as I'm wearing this to rummage the bins.
SHE'S GOT TALONS
Fave new 17 (retro I know) nail polish. 12 year old Lilac = powerpuff pretty yeh? Best when filed to an oval as opposed to square.
YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE
We all know the word "wigga", well I'm like one of those but for Scousers. Both my best friends Danielle and Tony are from the magical place of purple bins and yellow bus stops and I'm well jealous. Liverpool has undoubtedly THE best nightlife in the UK and I never fail to be amazed by a) the drink prices and b) the sheer amount of fucking cool people. Not only is everyone DEAD nice, or sound as it were, there is an unusual percentage of well-dressed people - from eclectic vintage mongers wearing the best that Raider's have to offer, to WAGS decked out in Cricket's finest - Balmain for a night out? Sure. During my many encounters t'up North I have endured: a visit to A&E after shamefully falling off a bar stool, a freshly opened stream of Champagne straight in the eye and most hideously of all, been comatose on the steps of a strange house - yet I still love it. I know the locals probably think I'm an embarrassing pain in the arse when I say 'pya' or 'meff' but I don't care. I'm a "Fouser" (faux-scouser) and PROUD, laaaaaa.
LET'S TALK ABOUT SPECS BABAY...
... Let's talk about YOU and ME. Ahh the effervescent immortality of Salt 'n' Pepper. But obviously we're not discussing lewd early 90's girl rap here. I've needed glasses since I was 14 yet have not worn them for over two years as I feel like they make me look like the lovechild of Woody Allen and Vanessa Feltz. I was so so so excited when I got my first Armani pair, standard mushroom-y black Louis Theroux frames, then after a year I got bored so decided to switch up to a more "experimental" pair of Vivienne Westwood's; which had, and I kid you not, pink, tinted egg-shaped lenses, free floating on a single piece of gold wire that sat across the bridge of the nose and wrapped round to the ears. Teamed with a fringe like that woman of the Compo advert I'm surprised I never got egged in the street. I then settled on a reasonably "safe" pair of Chanel frameless jobbies, which I then found out Paul O'Grady had so they were binned off. Last pair to now were the over popular Prada black visor style, with gems down the sides... hence why I haven't worn them in a while... SO, after literally months of searching (as well as discovering that opticians have the most unflattering lighting EVER) I settled on the cliched Ray Bans in "Dark Havana". What with my well documented financial limitations, I decided to be a cheap-arse and scoped out the specific frame that would sufficiently fit my extra-ordinarily large face, and ordered them online. Worked out pretty well I think, all in all £75 including lenses as opposed to the £200 odd I would have paid in the shops. Please excuse the wanky photo booth shot, it's for demonstration purposes only. Oh, and I wish my hair went like that all the time.
HOME SWEET
OK, so after an incredibly long period of two weeks I am back nestling in the hearty bosom of my country home. Until recently, my room resembled a dated teenage den of Hello Kitty as opposed to iniquity, however, at New Year we decided enough was enough and sternly discarded of my childhood paraphernalia. Now it's all a bit Farrow & Ball and Cath Kidston, and I love it. Home visits are now like a mini-break in the Cotswolds, I even get folded towels on my bed FFS.
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