Showing posts with label Dorothy Perkins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dorothy Perkins. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Cheap Date


I should be forced to wear this t-shirt. Broke but still shopping - that's me. My one saving grace is that I haven't actually been buying anything, just looking. But my unemployed status means that I am really only looking at the cheaper end of the high street.


Gone, for now, are my Comptoir, NW3, Jigsaw, Reiss, Toast days and instead I will be moving back into a thriftier age.


I'm not wildly unhappy though because I have found some lovely things in Dorothy Perkins and Marks & Spencer, which makes me happy.





(Images via River Island, Dorothy Perkins, Marks & Spencer)

Monday, 19 November 2012

What Kate Did

 
I imagine that this was something like the look on the D of C's face when a garish package of Kardashian Kollection for Dorothy Perkins landed on the door mat and was promptly sent back.
 
Ha! I couldn't imagine a less likely pairing.
 
But those girls ain't dumb because her rejection will probably get as much press as if she had (shudder) actually worn one of their skin tight monstrosities.
 



(Images via Dorothy Perkins)

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Dear Dorothy

(Image via Hero Kids)

What is it with us and Dorothy Perkins at the moment? She doesn't half keep cropping up. Weird! You don't hear a peep for years and now it's Dorothy this, Dorothy that...

I like that bag. I can't tell how big it is or how potentially offensive the pleather straps may be, but as you've seen it in the real I take it you've settled both of those issues in your mind. The colour is also good. Just remember to transfer Oyster cards / purses etc if you're going to be working an alternative bag.

Oddly enough I was clearing out my old bags at the weekend and found a rather fabulous bright turquoise leather job, which I bought years ago. I think I love it and it's BIG. Not big enough to kill me though. I'm not crazy!
(Image via LA Times)

Sac a Main

I think you are probably very aware that since I got my glorious Hayden Harnett bag that the thing has barely been off my shoulder. And in some ways I am inclined to keep it perched up there until it is no more. But I have a couple of concerns. Will I limit its life by carrying it every live long day? Will I be able to cope following its demise? Will I ever be able to carry a bag that isn't quite so big and with so many useful pockets? The one (I kid you not) day since getting it last October that I didn't use it, and experimented with my previous favourite, I lamented its absence all day. I worry that I am getting too dependent and you know how I am about dependence. Yes, it is a dirty word round my gaff.


(Image via Dorothy Perkins)

So maybe I need to seek out more options. Weirdly, while shopping for clothes for a bump (my sister's, not my own) I found this in Dorothy Perkins, and I rather like it. It is quite small but not ridiculously so, and reasonably priced, so possibly ideal for a little experimentation. You know, just in case I wear it only once and then run back to the HH like a little girl running back to mummy after her first day at school.

What are your thoughts?

Monday, 27 April 2009

Sunny side up

The colour of this skirt makes me think dreamily about dipping hot buttered soldiers into a perfectly runny soft boiled egg. Or of eating ice cream on the steps of a church in Sienna while the sun melts into the warm stone. Or of driving past fields and fields of sunflowers under a perfect cerulean blue sky.

A skirt? From Dorothy Perkins? That makes me feel poetic? How curious!