Showing posts with label Cute but also slightly scary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cute but also slightly scary. Show all posts

Monday, 3 November 2014

Green Giant

(Image via Go Fug Yourself)

Call me crazy but I kind of love Jennifer Lopez's cropped and voluminous suit. I don't love the shoes. Not keen in the slightest in fact. And I wish that the trousers didn't have the tight cuffing. But otherwise I think it is pretty interesting and boy does her midriff look good.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Grace Under Pressure


Did you see?!

The best ever thing about the Jubilee concert?!

Grace Jones hula hooping for an entire song?!

Majestic!

If you haven't seen it watch it here now. You'll thank me.


This woman is 64, people! She is beyond awesome.


And the Queen clearly enjoyed it too.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

In the Swim


I am a girl who does whatever she can to avoid getting into a swimsuit. I can just about bear it when I go for a swim at the gym but really that's wear I draw the line.


And a bikini is just not something that happens. Ever.


Even when I was in Bali I wore shorts over my swimmers. And generally I avoid beach holidays. I'm one of those weirdos who doesn't like spending their holiday relaxing on a beach or by a pool. Please don't judge me.


So when one of my closest friends told me she was getting married I squealed with joy.


And when she told me she was having her bachelorette in Vegas (American girls don't know what the hell a hen do is) I got excited.


But when she uttered the words "I just want to hang out by the pool with my girlfriends" my heart sank.


Oh dear lord. In late April I am going to have to be in a fit physical state to get myself into a swimsuit.


So that's enough time, right? If I start now and forget about eating anything too naughty over Christmas (which I fear might not happen).


I don't need to be a stick or anything, but just quite a lot less jiggly. It doesn't help that I am the colour of skimmed milk.


But if I manage it I think I might treat myself to a lovely swimsuit (I can't even think of a bikini). And hopefully that will provide some inspiration too.

(Images via Net a Porter)


Wish me luck. Eeek!

Friday, 10 June 2011

Lapis of Luxury


(Via Essie)

That's the name of this nail polish. Who can resist a pun-titled product? I'm a sucker for 'em. It is also the colour that I am sporting on my nails. Pretty isn't it? But definitely fashion forward, ie. scary.

I think I did well with the outfit on my date. Approachable but feminine and attractive. But once the conversation got going and I started to gesticulate wildly (I can get a bit animated once I'm nattering away and in my element) I realised that the poor man was following my fingers with each flail, a look of increasing horror on his face. I had the feeling I had lost his full attention. Or at least my face and voice had. He was staring, staring, staring at my nails, and not in a happy way.

Not one to avoid an awkward situation I cooed "Oh, are you looking at my nails? Aren't they silly?" to which he responded in a slightly traumatised way "they're very - blue." Quite.


(Via A Girl, A Style)

All I could think was at least I hadn't gone for Chanel's Mimosa which I received for my birthday, because I think that might have really scared him. Poor lamb.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

High Maintenance



Where do you think the dividing line is between terrifically elegant and looking like a newborn giraffe who hasn't worked out how to walk properly yet?



It's just a stab in the dark, but I think it might be before 5 inches.


(Via Kurt Geiger)

Don't you? Which is a shame because I think they are quite lovely. Even though they have a skinny heel when I have mostly been lusting after something a little chunkier.

Friday, 12 November 2010

Bikini Kill



Holy mackerel! How did I not know that this existed in the world? It is beyond awesome! Tacksville, Ohio! Glorious!


(Via River Island)

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Cut Glass

Have you seen Alice Glass from Crystal Castles?









She is quite a bit cooler than most young popstrels, isn't she?











I think I might like her almost as much as Karen O.