Skinny Rib Stripes

A couple of weekends back I went shopping with Mumsy. Sunday lunch out followed by some retail therapy has been a regular gig of ours for a long while. Until this year. (Tiny violin time). Both of us have been ill, and our outings have been on hiatus....until two weeks ago when we both decided we should 'try and be normal'. (Tall order for me in more ways than one. Insert yer own lol). One of our faves for a browse is Sandro. So in went, and cooed over errrything, but a navy pea coat combo-ed with a skinny rib stripey polo neck got us both silly excited. Mumsy said I should get both pieces (she hates that I wear cheap clothes); but even for a girl with a PPI cheque in her life, six hundred quid for the both seemed like a lotta cash to splash. A real case of 'look at this pea coat tell me she's broke', if ever there was one. Then I remembered that I'd seen a priddy good striped roll neck in Topshop. £28 is more my kinda thing (soz mum), and besides big money = handbags to me. *NB If you follow me on IG you'll already know I've bought one bag with my very-quickly-diminishing payout. And, well, Cos are normally ace on peacoats, aren't they? Catch you soon xx

PS Soz for the lack of thigh gap, lack of supportive nork harness and lack of in-focus pics

Striped Polo- Topshop//Cropped Flares- H&M//Bag- Mansur Gavriel

Drop It Like It's Tibi

I literally don't know what happened but- somehow- I shot a look. (No? Yes!). The urge hasn't taken me in quite some time- so I went with it. Partly I guess I was feeling inspo'ed by my latest Zara purchases. I mean, who wouldn't? First up- the top. You've probably seen it errrrywhere and with good reason. It's got simplicity! It's got purity! It's got off-the-shouldery(ness)! And it's got a nice twist (both literal and metaphoric). Plus, it's the nearest I'm gonna get to Tibi this season (or indeed, any season). Then there's the trews. Expensive, yes. But ace. And I took an Extra Small. Just sayin' :) For some reason half way through this shoot I decided to go a little bit 'Last Night I Dreamt Of San Pedro' and did a tuck. I'm not sure it was particularly successful as there was ruckage. But if you like the whole bullfighter/waiter aesthetic you may dig on it. A bit. Anyway, I'm off to see if I can find a much needed tropical island breeze somewhere. Catch you soon xx

Top- Zara//Trousers- Zara

Bag- Mansur Gavriel//Slides- Birkenstock

Watch- ASOS//Bandana- ASOS

Tanned & Tied

I didn't have to debate too long or hard when I first spotted these shoes. I was like, "Size 5, please I'll take 'em" within a matter of micro-seconds. All of a sudden I'm finding black just a touch heavy (Sacrilege! Burn her at the stake!) so tan is my next natural pit-stop. I'm still lacking a tan bag in my life, which vexes me greatly. Having missed out on a Cammello Man Gav (twice), my attention has turned to Building Block. (Big thanks to the dyslexic person who works at Grazia who listed this babe as £140 and not £410 last week.....I  was literally flexing that plastic). Anyway, the search continues, by which time it'll be that moment to start thinking about AW palettes and purchases. You feelin' tan atm? Lemmie know x

Flats- Topshop//Jeans- H&M

Miss Grey

When I first spied this beaut of a coat I knew it had to be mine. Question was....could I come up with the dollar? Not so much (literally), initially. But after taking back a pair of glasses I bought and cutting back on any other "it's only £30 I might as well get it" kinda purchases....and with a lovely headwind (AKA a sale preview discount code) me and it were as one. Annnnd....I've worn it to death. Already. It goes with everything and I admittedly feel quite smug when I see every other fucker going by in a black puffer. (Pity The Fule). Even if it is Moncler. Fickle Fifi as I am I know, however, I will soon be bored and onto summink else without which I.Will.Die. Speaking of which, have you browsed any Isabel Marant new season? I must own this, these and especially these. Although, if you're still in the market for a grey coat this is dope. Catch you soon x

Coat- Zadig & Voltaire//Jumper- H&M

Jeans- H&M//Sneaks- Adidas

Bag- Mansur Gavriel//Beanie- Topshop//Sunnies- ASOS

Blue Monday

Last year I had a little phase with pinstripes and, whaddya know, I'm still feeling 'em this year. I picked up this beaut pair of trews in Zara (where else) a few weeks ago, and I'm super happy I did. (These aren't they, but they're mightily similar. Actually, they could be them. Arrrgghh. Soz, brain-fry). Looking back at these pics now, I think I need a wayyy more oversized jumper with this outfit. Summink...like...this. Any pinstripe thoughts? Hit me up :) xx 

PS Yeah, that is me. Without.Sunnies.On. Thought I'd try it. Majeur apologies about the face. 

PPS That leaf though.

Jumper- Cos//Trousers- Zara

Hat- Zara//Sneaks- Adidas

Bag- Mansur Gavriel//Sunnies- Quay

Burgundy Blues

You know when you shoot a look and your face looks uglier than a very ugly thing, in like, every freaking frame? Well, this happens to me most weeks. But when I snapped these shamazing culottes, the visage was looking even worse than usual, so I've basically had to chop my head off in most of these pics. I'd apologize, but I'm sure you're as relieved as I am :) So, back to the culottes. They are sick. And we deffo don't want no minging face detracting from their incred, inherent beautness. I also took my Man Gav out to shoot for the first time- I was getting myself in a right tizz that I'd wreck it- as trying to take photos is always treacherous in terms of- scratching stuff, breaking stuff, dropping stuff, losing stuff. You name it, it goes wrong. And finally, I have to give bare props to my new Catarzi fedora. These hats are simply the bomb dot com. Catch you soon xx

Vest- Topshop//Culottes- Topshop

Slides- Topshop//Bag- Mansur Gavriel

Sunnies- ASOS//Hat- ASOS

7 Things Instagram Has Taught Me

I'm still a relative newbie on Instagram. It's been a baptism of fire, fo shizz. I have to confess I find it fascinating and horrifying in equal measure. (My pictures: horrifying, everyone else's: fascinating). Certain things seem to 'work' on there, and certain things don't. Let's have a heated debate about these very tingz. 

Face Versus Feet

My feet are slightly popular- my face- not so much. I've actually discussed this with my blogger buddy Mission Style (her IG is here), and she experiences the same thing. I guess if you're a supermodel the reverse is probably true. But for us mere mortals, the plates of meat seem to win, feet down. Which is, er, handy (or maybe feety) for those of us with a lorra lorra shoes.

Most People Will UnFollow You

Yes, they are all bastards. And why do spammers have endless pictures of realllly disgusting plates of food on their accounts? As with everything in life, competitiveness rules. Hate that.

You Have To Show The World Your Stuff

The hauls, the purchases, the new-ins, the same freaking shoes that everyone's got from Zara. This is the shit you gotta post. And you've gotta post it nicely, in a flatlay, with lots of light. Ain't nobody got time for a dark picture. 

Tagging Things Doesn't Help

Tapping for tags is a complete waste of time because people will still ask you where your stuff is from. Endlessly. Even when somebody has asked you where your skirt is from, and you've told them, someone else will then ask the very same question. Are their eyes sewn on? It's entirely possible.

Shouting Out Is A Thing, A Very Big Thing

Now call me old-fashioned, or just a completely contrary dick, but when someone tells me to do something, I generally do the exact opposite. I don't like being told what to do. Do you? So why the sweet baby Jesus does SFSing work? I have no freaking idea. But on Instagram- which has its very own ecosystem and everything- if someone says 'Follow this person, they're great!' loads of people do just that. Weird innit? And I'm very guilty as charged. The lure is strong. (Not to do the following thing, but to do the shout-out thing).

Nobody But Directioners Like One Direction

I'm a Directioner Til I Die. I ship everyone with everyone. And yep, I do realise the whole of the Tinternetz is full of 1D related shizzle (thankfully), so I'm grudgingly having to accept that fellow fashion bloggers mostly don't wanna see endless pictures of The Boy Styles. Or me in my endless selection of Harry t-shirts. But this is my blog, and I'll cry if I want to, so here he is from a while back. (Can't believe how short his hair is and how few scribbles he's got!)

Skinny And Pretty Wins Every Time

Life is not really that different from IG. If you're cool in real life, you'll be cool on there. If you're thin and pretty, you'll be thin and pretty on there. Sure, there's filters and all that shit, but the real you always shows through. You just leak out, whether you like it or not. I could post a piccie here of me trying to be thin and pretty, or an actual thin and pretty person to illustrate my point. But instead I'm going to show you my new Mansur Gavriel bag which I heart like a MOFO (I actually only managed to get my hands on one of these beauts because of Instagram....there I was idly browsing my feed....only to see the Man-Gav girls announce that their very own website had gone live selling yer actual bags not half an hour since. The rest is history). And just for larks, here's my newish pony slides which I also heart nearly as much as Calum 5SOS. What are your IG experiences thus far? Hit me up :) I'm pretty sure that in a year's time this post will look as quaint as a Motorola Flip Phone. If not sooner.

Blue Slides- Whistles//Grey Shopper- Zara//Striped Vest- Zara

Rings- H&M//Sunnies- Quay

Bucket Bag- Mansur Gavriel//Ponyhair Slides- Topshop