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I've got a posing extravaganza for you all today, this was my outfit for sixth form last Wednesday. Todays a lazy day for me: TV and Jane Eyre (english reading).

Pretty exited for this half term week; sung and played the bass for the Imperial College Orchestra last night which was actually rather fun, I think I've warmed to the Fauré Requiem.
Its my 17th birthday on Friday and I'm going to see Miss Saigon !!!!! (on thursday)
Already trying to drink lots of water in preparation for severe dehydration.

Anyway I'm babbling, heres the ridiculous posing i promised you- a vision in primary:

Jumper: thrifted

Skirt: Asos

Clutch: Asos

Socks: COS stores

Boots: Vagabond

Necklace and choker: gift

Thanks for reading x

Blanketed and Clueless

Charity shopping with Mary yesterday, found myself a blanket..... some measuring, a few snips with the fabric sheers, 2 metres of bias binding and a bit of swearing at my sewing machine later and i have myself a unique and bang on trend blanket coat.

On top of this I bought a pair of black boot leg jeans which when chopped to an ankle graze and then skilfully frayed with some help from youtube, look rather trendy, if I do say so myself.

The hat was another £1,99 bargain inspired by my watching Clueless on friday. A sweep of blue eyeliner on bare face and my new leather backpack makes for a lovely look.....

Blanket- Oxfam
Jeans- Zara (thrifted)
Leather Backpack- Urban Code +ASOS
Hat- First Avenue (thrifted)
Socks- Cos
Black Leather Belt- (thrifted)
Bangles- Gift
Blue eyeliner- Bourjois



Thanks for reading see you all next week.
x

True Blue

Its getting colder, yay!!! For those of you who know me, you'll perhaps find this an odd expression for me of all people to be exclaiming. However I have good reason, its approaching that wonderful time of year I like to call "cape season". This is the time before coat season when I get to, as the name suggests, wear my beautiful cape. Oxfam, £15.99? Don't mind if I do! Anyway I've recently been shopping with my almost GBF and an actual GBF (gay best friend) and bought myself most of the following components of this outfit.

I've also been a little obsessive over powder blue lately- its all over the place and looks magnificent with my new hair- if I do say so myself- Vogue advocates it, so thats good enough for me.

Sorry for not posting for a while, sixth form's a bitch- should really be doing homework as I write this- oh well.

Enjoy,

So... Sixth form has not been so kind of my waistline- unfortunately it is enriching my body as well as my mind. But deal with it.

Powder blue wool cape- Thrifted 

Midi blue skirt- Topshop
Black rib crop- Topshop
Boots- Vagabond
Tights- Primark (you wouldn't know would you ?)
Hair- Creds to mi amiga Remy with special thanks to L'Oreal

Thanks for reading
Ciao bellas
x

The revolution

I like to consider myself the leader.... In the context of my friendship group some have described me as "dictatorial" or whatever. Anyway lately a spark of rebellion has been lit... There are rumours circulating that rebels groups are discontented with my rule. They say I'm too demanding, too "power hungry" but I hate to say that the flame is spreading and that the seed of republicanism is growing. 

I fear my power is no longer absolute, the rebel leader - Jonefski Borbamendi- has been rallying support and spouting all sorts of rubbish about democracy and free will and civil liberties and blah blah blah. Well I can tell you now I'm having none of it... He thinks he can rule !! Pah!! He has no idea of the responsibilities that weigh heavily upon my encumbered shoulders. 

Totalitarianism is the only way that my people understand- democracy would destroy everything we have worked so hard together to build, they need discipline ! They need unwavering leadership! 

Thankfully I still retain the support of a few loyal royalists, they counsel me in this hour of need but I fear there is a bloodbath to come. Brothers killing brothers and all ... But if needs be I will I

Use the necessary military force in order to cement my position. Let those who stand in my way be warned... I'm talking to you Jonefski Borbamendi. 

Thanks for reading :) 

Tweedle Done

Sorry everyone for the lack if posts lately, started sixth form, got involved in a sound and light spectacular (as you do) and consequently I haven't been able to show you any of the absolutely magnificent outfits I've worn this week, poor you.

So I'll give you a preview of one of my outfits for next week (if it gets cold enough) After my Edinburgh experience I felt it only right to acquire some Harris Tweed..... Enjoy

Tweed Jacket: Walker Slater
Trousers: Toast
Shirt: Hawes and Curtis
Earrings: Topshop
Satchel (as clutch): Barbara Wiggins
Lipstick: MAC in 'Viva Glam1'
Brogues: Husdson @natural shoe store  

Thanks everybody if your reading this, cause you know.... I'm not exactly keeping up my end of the bargain.

Thanks for reading x

50 shades of wool

So today was hotter than I was expecting, hence all the damn wool. Anyway I spent my day with the lovely Roary today (with Guest appearance in the shape of Mandy). We spent a day doing his art project and by we i mean I, it's sewing you see, and when it comes to textiles I'm am to fabric what ghostbusters are to phantoms. Who you gonna call ? ME.

Anyway we had time for a quick shoot, and Roary, being his artistic self insisted of "leaning-against-the-wall-with-a-sombre-expression" sort of look. And me being as self obsessed as I am, complied... enjoy.

Skirt- Home sewn

Jacket- thrifted

Shirt- GAP (mans shirt)

Socks- Marks and Spencer

Black Back pack- gift

If there's one thing I love its a knee high sock... their great I feel girly whislt simultaneously not having shaved my legs- wonderful.

I love this look cause its Smart caj, that thing i usually cannot do. 

little advise though- do not wear when it's 24 degrees

thanks for reading x

Grand dogs

A couple of weeks ago I went round Mary's to complete part 2 of our ongoing seeing bee. As usual her house was blessed with the expected enthusiastic relative. Luckily for me this week we were blessed with a long list friend of the family living in New Zealand and currently mid way around her 2 month tour of Europe.

"Ooh" she says "Venice was absolutely lovely, all the rivers and such" 

Wonderful I thought this is perfect for my blog.

She proceeded to coo over Lizzie, Mary's jack russell, "oh" she said tearing up a bit "he reminds me of my...... My... My little grand dogs" 

Mary's mum is obviously confused at this statement, and rightly so, "it's a she" she interjects "and um ..... " poor Mary's mum reddens with embarrassment for this brazen women before her "what's a grand dog?"

"Oh, well you know, my daughters dogs...." To reiterate her point "she doesn't  have children" shock.

This brazen women's name escapes me so I'll call her Sandra, she looked like a Sandra. 

"Here, in enlgand,  we don't have grand dogs" possibly the most wonderful sentence ever to have escaped anyone lips.... This from Mary's mum.

The conversations developed further until a rather fascinating story involving a mild stroke and Facebook was relayed. It transpired that Sandra's husband had had a mild stroke (though she had no way of knowing it was mild at the time) whilst they were out in a wildlife reserve. As the paramedics arrived, Sandra withdrew her IPhone and began snapping pictures of her semi paralysed husband as he was carried away on a stretcher. "Excuse me ma'am, bit you can't take photos of casualties" the paramedic had rightly reminded her.

Her response was delivered to the room in which sat her husband, Mary's mum, Mary and myself with that sort if laughter supported speech that causes the speaker to speak each word as if they are a beginning a new sentence "And..... Then.... I.... Said ..... It's..... Ok.... He's.....My ..... Husband"

Rightly so the paramedic was slightly taken aback, frantically trying to recall wether spousal relations was tackled on that day he missed 'civilian relations training'. He let her continue "in just tKing photos to remember this day ..... And put it on Facebook" this brazen red faced women exclaimed. The paramedic turns away, he has no time for this shit. 

The insinuations here is that it is ok to take photos of a dying man, as he is whisked away to hospital, to post of social media.... As long as that man is your husband. 

 As I sat listening to Sandra honk with laughter I couldn't help bit wonder, is it really the youth with which modern technology can not be entrusted, or is it infact just middle aged New Zealanders who we should restrict? I ask you.

Thanks for reading x