Showing posts with label Headband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Headband. Show all posts

Friday, 19 November 2010

Birds of a Feather


(Via Handbag)

Honestly, I know this is completely ridiculous and frivolous, but it doesn't stop me wanting it. With that balanced on your bonce how could you or anyone in your immediate vicinity be anything other than buoyed up? Mummy, please, I want it, I promise I'll be good...!

Monday, 13 September 2010

Mad as a Hatter

So, the wedding...

I have bought a really beautiful Temperley dress. It was from Bicester Village so it's old stock and I can't find a picture of it. It is cream with an orange-red applique at the neckline. It is terribly pretty and romantic.

But cream? For a wedding? I think it needs toughening up a bit (or my stylist friend did, at any road), so I was thinking about black accessories. Maybe a thin belt and black shoes. But I was also thinking of some kind of head piece. Not a fascinator, but something more subtle. Like a decorated alice band.

I think this one is probably too Alice. Too girly.



I like the idea of a feather, something that sits very close to the head. But I don't like the beading on this.



This one might stick out so far and make me look insane.



And while this one has a lot going on I do quite like it, although I wish it was on a thinner band.


(Via Accessorize)

So what do you think?

A) Nice thought, just keep looking for a better one?

B) One of these might work (I'll obviously have a better idea once I have tried them)?

C) Avoid like the plague and leave my head bare?

Advice please!

Thursday, 29 October 2009

And the Band Played On



I am finding the thin plaited head band so utterly, utterly tedious I can barely stand it. Why does every young girl seem to think that by bunging one of those on their heads that it instantly suggests that they are kooky and have some vestige of personality? All it actually does is make your hair look a mess and leaves you with an unsightly mark on your forehead.

I think a much thicker band worn low like that, however, might have something to say for itself. I mean, man alive, that girl looks astounding. I love her whole outfit and her hair and her pretty, pretty face. Swoon!

I'm all for you giving it a go, but can I reserve ultimate judgement until I see you in it? Although, in all honesty, I think it is mostly about attitude, so I'm sure you can pull it off.

Talking of the hideous thin hair band...



...that isn't fair, is it? Poor Stacey. I assume she is the one who talks too fast that you mentioned. I have to say that I love her (headpiece excepted). And I'll tell you why.

First:
She freaked out about not having done her nails in front of Whitney Houston.

And another thing:
On being dissed by Mr. Cowell she shrugged her shoulders and in her funny little way said "Oh well, can't please 'em all!"

I love her, I tells ya. Let's just kidnap whoever it is who is styling her and all will be well.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Brook No Resistance


Those jewelled headbands make me think of Louise Brooks and Clara Bow and all sorts of hedonistic delights. I love Miss. Brooks. I think she is just about the most sensual minx to have ever graced the silver screen. So anything that brings her to mind can only be good.



I like the ones on the right in particular. So as long as you wear it up in the hair rather than like the hippy girl then you have my benediction. And hopefully that would stop the ping-age too.


Honestly though, what was that poor girl thinking? Clearly at the moment the picture was taken she was realising that she had made a fundamental and significant mistake. And that there was photographic evidence. And querying whether she could make a break for it and escape into the bosom of a local convent to be surrounded by nuns who wouldn't condemn and berate her for her woeful sartorial choices before any one else spotted her. But beforehand? In her house? On the way to the event? Why did no one stop her? Is she entirely friendless in the world? Does no one care???



I hate the feather monstrosity atop Miss Holden too, but her wild west brothel madam schtick amuses me at least. The other lady is just a little trajique. Worst of all that god damned behemoth of a bow looks as though it might have been hastily fashioned from her bed sheets. Don't you think? I fear her head might topple under the weight. Or that she might cry.