Ok, I know I’m way slow off the mark here, but I remember reading recently that COS have re-opened their online store. This juicy piece of info just came back to me so I made my way there with haste. The only access I’ve ever had to COS is the small concession in Selfridges (and they never have what I want), so this online shop is tantamount to paradise-at-my-fingertips right now! Only thing is: what to choose? Here’s the short(dream)list. (I’m kidding myself that I’ve actually got money to spend.) (That’s why I’ve included socks.) (Affordable but pretty.) No but really, I want everything. They must’ve seen me coming.
I’m here! Major apologies for missing fads of the week on Sunday. Excuses are: I was down south and spent most of the day on the sofa. Nothing to do with the fact that I spent Saturday night hopping around London, of course. Catching up with lots of friends and generally indulging in a little debauchery. So, having missed the fads, I thought it would only be appropriate to return with a themed blog post of sorts. Here you have it – my first look at Vogue November 2011. You can see other posts of this sort here and here.
Just a quick one. I’m off down south. Not looking forward to traipsing through the driving rain to the station. But other than that I’m excited. I’ve been packing for-what-feels-like-ever. I’m only going for three days, like. Anyway, I’m finally ready and have sat down to blog. The boy has just taken a quick snap of me for that very purpose. As ever, my curtain of hair is blocking my face (get used to it). But more important than my face are the clothes. Shorts and jumper – American Apparel, Vintage Breton, Necklace – Topshop, Desert Boots – Clarks.
I’m super pressed for time today. I’m frantically trying to get an application form filled in before going down south on Thursday. But I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I hadn’t got my fads up. They will be slightly more scantily-clad today and largely music based. And I think I will cheat with a little help from youtube. Here you are: my latest and greatest. See you next week.
The Springtime Anchorage.
Formerly known as The Great Northwestern Hoboes. I love The Hoboes, which means I’m way excited for this new venture. Check out this for a cover:
Nina Simone.
Does this need any explanation? Honestly, I’m not just trying to write as little as possible, but I couldn’t do her justice in words. I don’t want to dictate, so please just see this as a nudge to go and listen to a track of your choice.
Booze.
I mean, after all, we do live in Booze Britannia. It would be rude not to.
Retro Olympic Logos.
My favourite is Montreal 1976. I want it on my walls. It’s in another realm entirely to the monstrosity that is the 2012 logo.
THIS MOMENT from High Fidelity.
I will never not love this. I will never forget my surprise the first time I saw it. Oh, plus the film is great (even if it is American). Go watch.
What an absolute scorcher! And there I was, worrying about finding a winter coat. (I’m still worrying about that, but it’s not such a priority, clearly). I’m more concerned right now about my lack of appropriate footwear for such temperatures. I might just stay where I am, sat by the back door, with the delicious smell of sunshine wafting in. If only I had a bit of sand on the balcony, I’d be out there! Or maybe I’ll actually venture out onto the street. We shall see.
I got in from work late last night, in bafflingly warm temperatures, to find my Frankie Diary had arrived. How lovely. I’m so pleased with it. Wouldn’t it be lovely if I actually had a proper job by 2012 and thereby a purpose for actually having it? Here’s hoping.
So, here you have it, my fads of the week: round two. Who’d’ve thought I’d actually keep something like this up? I must admit, it’s helpful that I’m off today. Plenty of time and no excuses. Enjoy!
Communication.
It has become increasingly apparent to me, that when you live with someone communication of the most banal kind becomes an absolute necessity. It is an actual craft that needs honing, if you will. So, when you find yourself saying something as banal as: This cloth has been used for glass-cleaning, I am placing it back in the drawer; please don’t throw it away, because in the event that you should ever need to clean glass, this cloth is more than up to the job; don’t worry that you personify banality, but simply remind yourself you are perfecting the valuable art of domestic communication. And then live happily ever after.
Navy.
I want everything (clothes-wise) in navy at the moment. It’s just so much friendlier than black. Navy says cool/stylish/effortless, whereas black seems to say i’m-hard-and-lack-depth-and-imagination. I’m well and truly, in the navy.
Fruit.
Yeah, I might be a bit behind with this one. I think I’ve probably mentioned before, I sometimes panic that I don’t eat enough of the stuff. I mean, properly wakes-me-up-in-night panic. I think the biggest part of the problem is that we live in the city-centre and don’t have a car. Stocking up on fruit is therefore something of a burden. So we’ve looked at those fancy online thingys where you can have seasonal fruitboxes delivered to your door. But, being the fusspot I am, we decided it might be a bit risky. So, we’ve vowed to order fruit every week in just a normal online shop. Yeah, we have to do it manually, but at least then I won’t get any apple other than a golden delish. After all, that’s a risk I was not prepared to take.
Potatoes.
No but seriously, I couldn’t live without them. It’s so easy for me to say they are my favourite food ever. Roast potatoes [or roasties, as the boy would say], jacket potatoes [baked spud], boiled potatoes [boilies], mashed potatoes [just mash], potato wedges [yep, wedges] sweet potatoes [hmmm], potato salad, bombay potatoes, potatoes in soup, potatoes in curry, and, of course, CHIPS (chunky, thin, crispy, soggy, salty, on a plate, in a cone, on the beach when sober, on the street when drunk). I’ve probably forgotten something. But I’d like to this opportunity to say: I love you, spuds, you are my nearest and dearest.
Ernie K-Doe.
There are no words for how much I love his voice. It’s my favourite sound this week (and maybe even ever). Completely addicted. Rather than take my word for it, have a listen for yourself. It took me ages to choose which song to put on here, but I reckon this one just about covers every reason why this voice is just so uhhhh.
