Have taken it upon myself to use the next few days post-LFW wisely and instead of moaning about tiredness, feet ache (although cue pat on back for five days in five inch heels) and a general dullness of integrating back with the normal
un-fashiony folk, I've decided to update this so-called 'blog' as I was mortified to note last blog update in, eek,
March?!?!?! Although I have to say, in my defence, time flies once you've landed yourself into a job where you actually want to work and spend numerous 'out of office hours' in the office.
So, pride aside, I shall dig up and blow off the dust of previously left un-edited posts and try to spruce them up in the hope of making them remotely relevant for today. Wish me luck.
..................................GO.
As we wave goodbye to the festive period, roughly around 5 pounds heavier, a new year dawns on us. And not just in the calendar sense (although if you must, JackVettriano from Waterstones) but for us fashion lovers, we've got 4 new seasons to look forward to loving and hating what the highstreet will inevitably shove right in our faces.
I struggle to understand why the
striking of 12 o'clock (be it on Big Ben or otherwise) makes everybody take a look at their lives and call for unnecessary change. And I'm not talking about a glance, I mean a real
looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg, hard look. I'm not a fan of 'New Years Resolutions' because I can do them mid-year and it would be exactly the same. Poor January always gets mistreated because everyone is too busy faffing around moaning about the getting down the gym, quitting smoking and giving up alcohol (all three completely ludacris ideas..)
Well not me, instead I'm going to sit at home and play with my presents.
So here they are, a rundown of my absolutely favourite presents I got spoiled with this Christmas (although by the time this post has gone live, we are closer to Christmas 2011..)
And I'm going to do it (
NB: did it) with an open box of Maple Fudge on one side and a large glass of vino blanco on the other. Because if everybody's giving up alcohol, who's going to drink it all?
[Insert chortle; very valid point/excuse for vino drinking]
1. My Jack Vettriano goodies.
I'm a big fan of Mr. Vettriano. I think his paintings are glamourous. Beautiful and glamourous. Like the old saying 'a picture says 1,000 words', well Vettriano's speak, sing and dance right in front of you. (Well, not, literally..) One of my favourite paintings of his is called
Young Hearts.
(this is it)
2. My Michael Kors watch. Yes, yes, yyyyyyeeeees I
know everybody has a Michael Kors watch. So why the hell can't I? It's gold, it's rather bling and yes Mr. T called. He's not getting it back.
ooh he looks angry
3. Redken hair repair. Being blonde is a constant slap to the face...or hair. So a good conditioning routine ensures that my hair doesn't resemble Milky Joe from the Boosh and everyones a winner. [NB: This has happened before and the nickname stuck]
4. Bobbi Brown make up. A shed load of it. Gel eye liner, shimmer brick, mascara, lipgloss. Beam me up Bobbi, I'm yours. The only make up worth it's weight.
5. Yves Saint Laurent, Parisienne. Every year I go through about 4 bottles of it. I love it. It smells like summer. A good summer. In the sun.
Now, for more important/relevant blog posts, stay tuned kids.
