Author Archives: logsylou

life

we fell in love on a wednesday mornin’

When I walked into Topshop the other day, I did immediately regret having my hairstyle changed recently. You’ll remember how I deliberated over it massively (I might’ve even mentioned it once or twice). But in the end I did it. Got rid of the beautiful bowl and had a fringe properly cut in. Partly because it’s much easier for me to maintain myself (my hairdresser lives down south, don’tcha know) and partly because I think I might actually want to get to a stage where I can tie it up for once. But anyway, when I saw these mannequins, I felt instant, gnawing regret. Apparently, I was just way ahead of the game. P.S. Excuse the terrible picture – I always feel naughty/stealthy/rushed when taking photos in shops, as if they’ll think I’m trying to steal their ideas (when in fact they’ve rudely stolen mine).

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artwork, fashion, music

her love for me is wider than the ocean

Not entirely sure what’s happened to me this week, besides not going to the gym, getting more job rejections, wishing it would get colder more quickly, worrying about Troy Davis and listening to Ernie K-Doe on repeat. Other than that I’ve bought a lovely new jumper! Hence wishing the temperature would take a tumble. But more on that [beautiful navy fisherman’s knit] another day.

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fads of the week

Anyone who knows me will be familiar with the fact that I’m something of a faddy and whimsical girl with a propensity for short-term infatuations. What I love this week, may well be forgotten about the next. With this in mind, I’ve decided to do a weekly feature on exactly that. Five things that are going up in my world right now. You’ll soon see that my infatuations can be very wide-ranging and peculiar. So, here you have it: my fads of this week.

Interior Design.
At the moment, I have a particularly soft-spot for vintage pouffes. I also love to collect anything made from amber glass. The silly thing is, we RENT. I wish I could store my landlord’s furniture on the roof, to make room for my recent [more tasteful] acquirements, but instead we are forced to CRAM. But seriously, I spend an inordinate amount of time collating images (day-dreaming/wanting/fad-ing) of interior design spaces that I love, for future reference. Only, I wish I could act upon it now. I’m sure the boy doesn’t feel as broody for furniture as I do, but this can only be a good thing, as it means I will be sure to get my own learned way, when the time does eventually come. Ha!

French.
Yep. You got it. One day I WILL speak French. One day I will be chic and live in Paris and like dogs and jam and buy fresh bread daily. One day, I WILL be a lady. Je pense que ouais.

Irma Thomas.
Counting every drop, about to blow my top, I wish this rain would hurry up and stop; I’ve got the blues so bad, I can hardly catch my breath – the harder it rains, the worse it gets. One day, magically, I’ll be able to sing like Irma. No but seriously, her voice makes me ache and long for all the things I can’t do and all the things I can’t have. Girl got it good.

Tax Rebates.
Sometimes, they come when you least expect them. Like, you know, for the first time EVER and three years late. If I’m honest, the first thing that sprung to mind? Well actually, it was two things. In quick succession. Berlin. Followed swiftly and seamlessy by: Russell and Bromley. (Is that three?). No but seriously, who could go to Berlin without a new pair? Haaaa. This fad will end soon, I promise. It MUST end soon so I can resume normal, basic-shoed, life. (Please, let me forget you ever existed).

Steak.
I’m sure I read somewhere once that it’s entirely possible to crave the good old red stuff. I can’t remember the last time I indulged on a fancy plate of steak and chips. I must rectify this soon. It’s not the sort of thing I would cook myself (I will never succumb to the chip-pan and/or oven-chip). So steakhouse date is to be soon. In a bit, Sirloin lad.

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life

the sky is victorious but here comes the rain

At one point, this blog became little more than an exasperated weather report. You’ll no doubt have noticed that I’ve since made a conscious effort to step away from the weather. But today I’m sure you will forgive me when I say these two small things (small in form, maybe, but ominous in their meaning): FOG and COLD. For the purposes of this blog, I will leave it at that. But if you’d like to know more (as I’m sure you do) I have, of course, not actually left it at that. Have a look on my twitter page for the complete story. Ok. So, that will be that. Dare I mention the winter coat search? Let battle commence.

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life

and there are words that i could say – perhaps i lack the sense of occasion

Today went something like this: work this morning, cinema this afternoon (I finally saw One Day – the boy put his foot down and refused to participate but I couldn’t wait any longer so I went on my own and consequently couldn’t cry with anywhere near as much abandon as was necessary), came home to carbonara for dinner (the boy’s way of making up for the fact that he refused the film – it’ll do!) and now I’m watching a little football and may or may not have coincided that with the ordering of the Frankie Diary 2012 (I missed out spectacularly last year – it was completely sold out by the time I even heard of it). So, that’s that. Oh and by the way, the book is way better than the film, but you should still go and see it, if only for the Jim Sturgess aspect.

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fashion, life, literature

i will collect them all for you in butterfly jars

I have a new idea for the blog. I know, it’s been a long time coming. It’s going to be weekly Sunday-ditty. I could’ve started it yesterday, but I felt the timing of such whimsy would be inappropriate. This Sunday it is, then. Bet you can’t wait!

So, other than coming up with fancy new blog ideas (don’t worry, there won’t be anything nearly as frightening as a change of scenery or anything!) I have been mostly reading. After my short, sharp fling with One Day, I ordered a few more books online (four, actually) and I’ve quickly demolished them all. That’s the problem with me – I’m an absolutist, especially when it comes to reading. I become addicted/infatuated/can’t-stop-til-I’ve-finished so easily. Sometimes, I wish I could just read a chapter or two a night, savour it like normal people do. But no; whoever said ‘it’s a real page-turner’, was surely thinking of me. But anyway, all this reading has inspired me, which can only be a good thing.

In other, final news, my Mum is like way ahead of the times. For my birthday last year she ordered me a little alphabet purse online. I use it to carry around a few essentials in my bag (I don’t like being bulked down with a full on make-up case). And as I walked past Urban Outfitters this morning, I spied the exact same ones through the window. Yeah, my Mum is so Urbz-Outz like that. Or rather, so ONE-YEAR-AHEAD like that. And also, remember the debate I once had about the letters American Apparel chose (or rather, deigned not to choose) for their alphabet t-shirts? Yep. Here too. Sorry, Frankie, this time F got the cut.

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