Category Archives: fashion
when it’s not always raining, there’ll be days like this
I read enough blogs daily to know that everyone has moments (days, weeks, even months) of despondency. You could certainly say that’s been me over the last couple of months. But now, for no particular reason that I can name, I feel as though I’ve just snapped back into blog-action. It’s not that I haven’t been doing anything, I just haven’t felt inclined to share it on here. But now I do. And such is life, I suppose. I’ve commissioned a new banner from the boy; nothing fancy, just a change to freshen this place up. And now? Why, some 1980s Chanel, of course. Start as I mean to go on and all that.
locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown
Yesterday I came home to my first ever Vogue in the post. Santa got me a subscription, you see. It was all very exciting and I dived straight into the Spring-soaked pages. I’ve gone for a suitably Spring like feel in the photo effect too (see below – my first look at Vogue: March 2012). Nevermind the fact that the weather has taken a turn for the cold. Oh and by the way, our holiday’s not long away now and I’m busy, busy, busy with work things that I’m yet to divulge on here. More later, perhaps. It’s all happening. That’s not to say that I’m not still stressed, of course. For example, my laptop is dying before my very eyes, just when I actually need it. Bring on Berlin, where laptops don’t matter, but cocktails do.
at times i think there are no words but these
Oh my. WANT. But I’m on a strict buying-ban and they cost £110. So I can only look. And oggle. And dream.
and i would give anything i own, give up my life, my heart, my home
I’ve been quite the lucky one and ended up with loads of time off over Christmas and New Year. While this is wonderful, it also means I haven’t really got my act back together yet. Now that January is upon us (I’m aware I’m five days late), I seriously need to save the pennies and lose the pounds (get it?). In less uncertain terms, I’m skint and tubby. This must be addressed, not least because I have a holiday to save and be skinny for. Oh and I also need to get my job-hunt on, again. It’s quite the juggling act.
As it stands, I’m off to an alright start. I’m eBaying my life away and have sorted some more work experience. But these two things alone will not be enough. Trust me though, it’s something I’m working on.
In the meantime, a suitably lovely and super famous January Vogue cover. The year, 1950. The girl, Jean Patchett.
when you’re tired of the high life, of sunshine and diamonds.
My first look at Harper’s Bazaar, December 2011. Apparently I’m not the only one harping back to their Di Caprio in The Beach crush circa the year 2000 (it actually began in 1997 – Titanic, duhhh). Also featuring the best eye make-up I think I’ve ever seen. WANT. (Gayle, take note). And the cutest picture of Jagger. And a Bowie mullet. Standard.
the highest branch on the apple tree, it was my favourite place to be
My work experience has to come to what may or may not have been a fruitful end. More on that another day. But tonight I am making my return to my actual job. Not so smug now, am I? Needs must, but hopefully change is afoot. So, I have spent my last hours of denial lazing in bed this morning and then venturing out this afternoon for some shopping/trying on-in-Retro-Rehab/getting-of-essentials and then I came back to some tidying/ironing. I’m literally about to dash out of the door, back to the day job (well, evening job. Urgh.) I shall be seeing you tomorrow for fads and things.
