Sunday, 31 October 2010
In the morning it takes me all of at least one and a half hours to get fully ready.
This morning I slept over all two of my alarms, leaving myself with only twenty minutes to get ready, that is giving enough time to make my way down to the train station- absolute nightmare!
So a quick blast in the shower, on swiftly go the clothes I had carefully planned the previous eve, slap on some make up, and pull the hair tie from my ballerina bun to reveal beach fresh waves.. beginners luck, I'm a pro at this '20 min chic styling'. Anyway I'm quickly tottering along down the road to jump in the car to the train station, wind blowing through my hair, and what can I smell?
Yes, that's right. That beautiful burning smell you ask? Why that'd be my hair.
Due to the sheer ridiculous volume of styling, with the absence of appropriate hair care products, my hair was in horrid condition, the ends split and vulgar on the eyes, and now, it was smelling like some kind of forest fire. NOT an attractive quality.
Later on when I got home, I remembered a magical remedy my sister had shown me in high school. Olive oil. That's it.
So what you do is: heat up a little olive oil in a little bowl or egg cup (the same way you would with hot oil hair treatment), and then, section by section, and onto completely dry hair, start slicking it through, putting as much as you fancy through each section. I recommend leaving for a minimum of one hour. When it comes time to rinse, first lather your hair up with conditioner, then rinse. Then do the same with shampoo, but twice. And then condition the ends, rinsing with cold water to finish. Once you have finished, towel dry, then use a leave in conditioner (I find Aussi's 'Miracle Hair Insurance' is a nice way to treat your hair), and then blow dry and style to finish off.
How's your hair? Baby soft?
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Okay so last month, when pay day came around I went on a MASSIVE spending spree, spending almost all of my earnings for the month, in about thirty minutes- Pretty ridiculous? What can I say, sometimes I lack self control, we all have our vices, right? Anyhow, when I arrived home, got everything unpacked, and made sure all my new little lovelies where comfortable and settling in nicely in my drawers, I sat up and began on some homework. About 5 minutes in, I started to get this really bad sickly feeling, you know that weird feeling you sometimes get in your gut, it was that. I started to think about what I had actually just done, I went back over to the chest of drawers. Again, I opened them up, one by one. Comfortable and settling in? Eh no! Imagine London, the 8.30am tube (to wherever) kind of busy, NOW DOUBLE IT, this is the kind of chaos my drawers, and not to mention wardrobes are going through right now. So yeah, safe to say I most definitely did not need any more clothes, especially when I'm having to pay for them all myself. With all of these thoughts running through my head, I realised exactly how much I had actually managed to spend in just half an hour, and so, I reached slowly into the drawers I had just neatly filled with my new purchases and packed all of it away: the jumpers, the trousers, that beautiful little nude snood with the pompoms: back into their bags, ready for their trip back to their previous ownership the next morning. I woke up (another bitter Sunday morning), headed into town and one by one, started to return all of my spur of the moment buys...Last but by definitely no means least, a cosy little jumper I had bought for those winter days(or bitter sundays), it was a cheeky little Topshop number. I went in, through its magical doors, and headed over for the cash desk, but then I stopped. I loved it too much- this was the one and probably only thing I had bought the day previous that I actually wanted: it was one of those beautiful little things that would have gone with just about every other piece of clothing in my wardrobes: A charmer on the eyes if you will, I was almost sure that I would regret saying goodbye, and so, against my better judgement I decided to keep it. I gravitated downstairs and toddled along to the changing rooms, clutching the bag containing the jumper in my hand. In through the curtains I went, off came the coat, scarf, and on went my cosy new fluffy knit.
Monday, 25 October 2010
I am forevvvvvver taking pictures of new things I've bought, or made, or just put together with the intention of popping them straight on here once I get the time, but I'm always forgetting about them. So, here's a couple..
Cape Coat- H&M
Knit Jumper- Topshop
Letter Pendant- Urban Outfitters
Casio Watch- Urban Outfitters
Tunic(modified by myself)- Topshop
Panel Skirt- H&M
Beautiful Camel Coat- H&M
Love both these outfits, not only because most of it I hadn't had on before, but, more so because I literally threw them on, and ran out the door to catch my train to wherever I was going.
Love those kind of days, you know, the 'no planning necessary' days when one looks into their messy messy drawers, grabs the first things that come into contact with their hands, and decides instantly that this is what they're going to roam the rest of the day in.
Sunday, 24 October 2010
At the mo' when I have any time on my hands- which is never, these days- I always find myself Blogging. So like either updating my own/ having a snoop through any other's, that may possibly catch my eye. More often than not, I find myself being more and more drawn to LeLoveImage (another of our blogspot friends) any time I manage to muster up an internet connection, which, is also never these days. I absolutely adore this blog, the fact mainly because not only is it reader relative, it's so raw and full of feeling, that I'm sure everyone can relate to- be you male or female- through either it's content or just a quick flick through the comments underneath the emotive images. .
...No regrets, just love.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Monday, 18 October 2010
So last week at college we started a new project in one of our classes, for which our tutor's asked us to find a muse to help inspire us or whatever. I honestly had absolutely no clue where to even start, come on, where are you even suppose to start to look for something like that? Before this I'd always thought that a muse should be someone who you're close to, who really helps with the development of your work, BUT I mean, look at me, I've gotten this far without one so what's the point in finding one now ae. Anyway, on a desperate bid to find someone, ANYONE, to take on the role of my "muse", outcomes the laptop and any fashion related publication I own for a quick rummage through. After literally hours of sifting through crap, I gave up and decided that if any of my tutors asked who my muse would be then I would simply rhyme off the first name than popped into my head. Good plan, yeah I thought so too.
On my way into college on the train the next morning, I pulled out my phone, and began my usual blog hit on the search for something interesting, to perhaps wake me up a bit, like your daily dose of caffeine in the morning.
My eyes caught sight of one picture in particular- although, the name of who's blog exactly is lost with me- it was a girl, in the picture- well, a model to be precise- tallish height wise, long silky black hair, mysterious dark eyes, amazingly curvaceous frame, BEAUTIFUL.
It was a picture from one of Gaultier's shows. Just another picture.
No. Not just another picture.
It was a picture that completely coincides with fashions most cardinal rule-Y'no, skinny= beautiful- yet somehow, here, it worked.
Before, whilst flicking through fashion magazines I felt that little bit of jealousy, I mean yes I'm not fat, but I'm most definitely no size zero. But now, thanks to this picture, I'm completely at ease with myself.
Thank you, Gaultier. And thank you, girl with the blog, for restoring my faith in fashion.
Hello muse, Ms Crystal Renn.
Sunday, 17 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
I've ranted on about this to almost anybody who will listen, so it only seemed right to blog about it as well. If like me, you are one of the less fortunate on the planet, not to have had the gift of being blessed with peachy, soft skin, if it's the ONE beauty related purchase you make this month, PLEASE oh please, let it be this.. 'Simple spotless skin anti-blemish moisturiser'!!
After just one night I noticed a huge change in my skin, and for £3.99 it is most definitely worth it.
Visit Simple Online for this and related products.
Hey, we're not all perfect.
Monday, 4 October 2010
Someone asked me the other day 'besides family and friends, Whats the one thing in your life you'd be most unhappy to give up?' It got me thinking a little.. one of my most treasured possessions in the world? Well, I'm not really so sure, but, at present, I'd most definitely have to say style. I love it because it's something everyone can enjoy, and it makes us, us. I love the clothes I've chosen to fill up each and every one of my drawers with, and the way I fling them on in the morning, and I love the way I feel when I wear them. Its a guilty pleasure, and one I would not and could not live without- its my best friend. Maybe it is a little sad that some of the last thoughts, sloshing around my head at night, before I drift off into sleep are mainly lookbook related. But I don't care. And I don't care if people don't enjoy the way I dress, the only thing that matters is that I like it. Fashion's my life, I live it and love it. It's one of my greatest fantasy's, except, it's real. Fashion is an art, one in which if we properly witness, it sets us free, we are who we want to be.
Friday, 1 October 2010
(Nuits Fauves, vogue Paris 2008)