Monthly Archives: December 2013

Or just the first.

Waaaah, I’m sorry it’s been so long, and I can only blame my gluttony for this (I ate 4 pieces of cake on Christmas Day, and I’m not even exaggerating even slightly, sadly enough). Christmas has been a lovely flurry of family, good food and wine (I think there were about 5 glasses alongside those 4 pieces of cake) and I knew I would have to post before New Year’s Eve properly hit and took away my sense of time again.

So here’s a quick LOTD:

If you remember my spiel about glitter eyeliners then you’ll understand where this one came from.

3someSo here’s a scarily in-depth close up to show you the effect properly. I am bit of a vain toss and wear this look wherever I like regardless of the situation (luckily I work in a pretty relaxed office!) so be free! If you feel like your outfit is boring blind people with your eyes, and if you feel like you have to much glitz and bling going on then you haven’t. Not until you’ve done this too.





Using caps because I am o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d. I need purple in my life. I usually can’t stand wearing pastel colours (dude it looks so good when you see it on the hanger, but me and lavender were not made to get on) but from a beauty aspect I am now redeemed. Okay, I know I am behind on the beauty bandwagon but I need to have perfectly lilac lips in my life.

I’ve commissioned my best friend to buy me Sleek’s Exxxagerate (bless her for tolerating me) for Christmas but I’m still hunting around to fill this yawning gap in my life. (For once pudding is not filling the void.)

I have heard all those wonderful tales about Lime Crime and Airbourne Unicorn after scouring the Internets (and even in my obsession did wonder about shipping it from the US) but I’m not convinced it’s going to suit me for the price. I’ve heard good things about Mac’s Asian Flower as a semi-dupe and I’m going to have to wander down to the Mac aisles after Christmas just to see if this bad boy and me are going to be friends. Maybe then I can start incessantly obsessing about something else.

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IMG_2298Flared jeans, Topshop/crochet top, Topshop/coat, Topshop/hat (pictured below), Primark/Sandals, Primark/woolly socks, ‘vintage’ (Mama Wong bought them).

IMG_2306Oh god, #duckface.

You know what I mean when I say ‘Sunday outfit’ right? Sundays invoke those lazy days of late mornings, brunch (because breakfast is a late affair too), and most definitely casual dressing. I don’t want to be a loser and wax lyrical about jeans but damn these flares are soft like butter. I could sleep on them like a pillow; they feel like a baby blanket when you wear them. A denim swaddling, you could say.

I was also extra naughty and wore woolly socks (not those fashion ones) with sandals because my feet were cold. Cool cat that I am.

IMG_2316 ‘Crochet crop top’ sounds like a tongue twister if you say it fast enough.

IMG_2320 Patented dork face.

IMG_2326Hiding it. Justly so.



I’m considering starting a mini-series on this blog called #londonadventures, in which I take pictures of weird and wonderful things (when I remember to) and detail my many, many shopping exploits. This time it was Shoreditch, land of the hip. My friend lives there (much jel abound) so hopefully one day I’ll be able to live in London by just sleeping underneath his bed – er, I mean, visit there more often. Totally what I mean.

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And Hipsterland begins.




Yeah, I like food, okay?


Trinkets. Among which lies treasure… if you can be bothered to sift.


This greets you when you walk into the store.


It’s a tartan wet dream.


It’s a… wait, bad idea to make any furry jokes.


Old cinema seats, over which hangs a leopard print coat and tons of shoes lie beneath. This is like the vintage version of Barbie’s Dream House. Or just my dream house.


This could be modern art if it wasn’t so damn creepy. I’d name it ‘Plastic Poison’. Lone Clown in gazing off in distance optional.


So when I get my dream house, I’m also going to fill it with tons of vintage things that I can do absolutely nothing with but will look fucking great: i.e: typewriters, globes, sewing machines à la All Saints.


Fake porcelain dog to replace the dog-shaped hole in your soul. Now only if it was a cat…


My only purchase of the day. To be fair it was The Next Morning and I was feeling particularly delicate… Anyway these are my fake-made-real glasses, you can buy frames for like £4 and take them to the opticians to get prescriptive lenses put in for True!Hipster fun. Though let’s not lie, if was a real hipster they would be Ray Bans. Word.

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