Tuesday, 31 March 2009
I am already stressed out about what to pack. (It goes without saying that my mackintosh squares have already claimed their place in my luggage). Expect much deliberation in a similar vein to that which the wedding outfit has received so far. Oh and btw, I'm on the top table for that wedding so I shall deffo go with the bow-on-head thing.
p.s. Do not let ideas of that silly Marc Jacobs hat enter you head after seeing this picture. Just because Lucy Honeychurch and Mary Poppins do it, it doesn't mean it's right.
Friday, 27 March 2009
I adore this bag. It makes me want to weep ever so gently. When I saw it I think I might have gasped quite audibly and my heart might have soared. I only wish that you could see it more clearly. Actually, hold the phone, why don't I do a link to it? Clever me!
Unfortunately it costs a ridiculous amount of money. But if I was foolishly rich I would buy it in an instant.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
If ever there was an item of clothing that does not look kindly on those generously endowed in the breast department it is the strapless dress. I know this well. Many have been the times that I have scurried off with one to a fitting room only to find that with but a small degree of motion I am entirely at sea in an abyss that belongs decidedly more to the room than to the dress. Those things are definitely not designed to keep me anchored in any way. (Am I going overboard with the maritime references? Oops, there I go again, I can't help myself!)
But I have a charming shoulder, and a delightful clavicle and a strapless dress would exhibit them so wonderfully. Why is it not more prepared for the bouys? (I know, I went too far that time, didn't I?)
So even though I find this dress beyond beautiful I must put it out of my mind. I might need a moment.
Much in the same way that I love Miss. Swinton, which I know you don't approve of, I can have nothing but love for a pair who know how to rock out an extreme trend without batting an eyelid. So while I might guffaw at someone in the street wearing the devil's own booties, I love them on old MK. And I rather suspect I might love them on you too. Good luck with your dreams of high street ripoffdom.
On another note, I would also like to express my extreme affection for their range Elizabeth and James which I find entirely charming and particularly like the photography on the website as it seems to have a sense of humour while being achingly hip. Quite a rarity.
In fact, a funny thing happened recently. I was in a bar with a charming and decidedly brunette friend when we were approached by three young bucks wanting to know if my friend was Swedish. As to whether or not they genuinely thought she was I could not comment but they evidently felt it was a good enough chat up line and that we would be impressed by it sufficiently to part with our phone numbers. Needless to say that did not occur and I dispatched the interlopers without so much as a by your leave. (One of them was Welsh and I made a cutting remark about the rugby, if you could credit it, or credit me with knowing about it, anyway.) But I thought it was quite an intriguing approach.
He might not still look menacing and arousing on a motorbike or in some dive bar anymore (although he probably still attempts it, let's face it) but his rebellious side is coming out by subverting the sartorial norm of the Hollywood A list, which, let's face it, is just boring, boring, boring. Oops! Did I just say let's face it twice? In one sentence? I am obviously thinking of one poor sad thing. (Sob!)
Bring it on! I say. And if one day you wake up and in some sort of Freaky Friday type escapade had turned into a man I would champion the look on you. You know, though, I can't help but wish he was ever so slightly prettier now...
I have a stonking crush on Mickey Rourke. Post surgery. SERIOUS. I'm sad that he seems to have reverted back to wearing a normal everyday shoe and left the monogrammed velvet slipper of the day at home. I was so in to the slippers.
As well as being enamoured with his oddly shaped mush and appreciative of his left field footwear choices I have to say if I was a man, I would dress EXACTLY LIKE HIM. Ha! Really!
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Let's look at her tiny feet. Now when I first saw these Balenciaga boots I thought they were the devils work. I mean, quite literally. They brought to mind Lucifer's cloven hooves. But now I LOVE them. In fact I have dreamt about them for three nights in a row. I really AM that shallow.
I do hope someone on the high street does a lovely rip off errrr, I mean, takes inspiration from them soon.
All of those pieces are glorious and would suit you down to the ground madam. What a productive afternoon you appear to be having!
Now weirdly, I found this image through google. (Would you believe there wasn't a scantily clad lady creature to be seen in amongst the 'jigsaw' images. I feel slightly disappointed.) I don't love these jigsaw earring but I DO love the Pegasus pendant and the heart pendant that I think was actually made for me. What a winner find!
I can't wait to see some poor unfortunate stalking around thinking they are the bees knees when they actually resemble a close relative of Sasquatch.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Friday, 20 March 2009
It was not premeditated to look like a Hurley/Maverick hybrid. It was just a cruel twist of fate that the only jacket to hand this morning was brown leather. With a white jean? NO! I feel kind of, well, ridiculous. I literally just need a pair of mirrored sunnies and I'm convinced that Kelly McGillis will magically appear and drape herself about my shoulders as in the pic above which is all well and good, but she might get in the way whilst I am designing my latest beachwear collection/taking Damian to school/eating two raisins with children's cutlery.
And of course I'm going to be out in town all day! I'm praying it will warm up so I can lose the jacket later. Failing that I found a long cotton cardigan in my desk drawer that I had the foresight to stash in case of need over this turbulently temperatured 'is it spring/isn't it' period. It has been squashed up underneath a lever arch file and is so concertinaed it resembles origami but I'm hoping I can Issey Miyakey it out. Gah!
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Err. Can I take all that back? (I liiiiiiike them.)
Now on to the post, and ... HOLD THE PHONE!!! I wrote about sleevelessness when you had been thinking about it, now you've only gone and written about that nasty thing that's going around: fringing, when I was thinking about it and was hurrying into work to post how repugnant I found it. What is going on honeybunch? Is it merely a sign that we are completly awesome and that our opinions are just so right that no one can be thinking of anything other than what we are thinking? (I'd like to think so!) Or is it the fact that this season is supposedly without real trends which is scaring the bejeesus out of everyone who depend on trends to get things of the shelves so they are inventing them willy nilly without a backwards glance?
Phew, I feel quite out of breath. But let's just stop the madness. Enough is enough.
What a total and utter disaster. There is nothing worse than finding the very perfect item only to realise that they are charging an exorbitant amount for it. I recently had the same experience in Zara. I fell in love with the most divinely soft shearling jacket only to find that it cost £500. FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS?? IN ZARA?? In fact, I bet we both had the same facial expression when our fingers fumbled on the price tag. And I bet it yelled "WTF??" and possibly scared small children standing near by.
I think you have made all the points that I would also make, so I will save us all the time and effort and just let you know that I feel for you and will support you in your time of need.
Except I would probably go futher and NEVER SHOP THERE AGAIN... Is that a bit extreme?