ToSleepPerchanceToDream

I wish I had more time to blog...that said I wish I had more time to do a lot of things...sew, learn how to use my camera properly, learn Spanish (or 're-learn' should I say), read all the books I keep saying I'm going to...the list, quite possibly, is endless.

In the last few weeks I have mostly found myself moving between three states of being; In Work, Drunk and Asleep.
Its a common phenomenon that usually occurs around this time of year, and has been well known to me and whoever I happen to be working behind a bar with at the time for the past 5 years. However, as I am soon to be moving to London to become a Real Person this may be the last summer I have the freedom to stay out drinking after work till 4am with no worries about the impending daylight or less importantly the 12 hour shift that looms on the horizon...safe in the knowledge that there will be unlimited coffee and some sort of free hangover snacks.

But heyy! who wants that when you can work in an office 9-5 and photocopy things till your hearts content?

I have also managed to fit in some (hilarious) salsa dancing, sweaty yogaing and (very limited) job appyling. But mainly the first three.

God its exhausting having a social life...

As the BIG MOVE draws ever nearer I have decided that this here blog will serve also as an account of its progress.
So, update #1 - new bedding and cushions have been purchased (red and cream in case you were wondering) but so far no accommodation sorted...got my priorities in order, obvs.

Thrilling so far isn't it? Stay tuned.

BBC weather tells me that 'summer days' are on the way, if they finally do appear I'm going to buy a hat like this, wear prim summer dresses and dance with Fred Astaire.

 Considering the likelihood of the latter (as Fred Astaire is dead, for those of you who didn't know) shows my confidence in the Great British Summer.

But now that my hair has grown past porn star proportions*, fake moustaches I can do

Annnnnnnd here's one more just because I love her

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*i.e past the nipples

MyPrecious

I've had a bit of a Gollum-like obsession with rings for a while now, which means I don't leave the house without at least two fingers being adorned with rings in various shapes, sizes, colours, animals etccc

(see my previous post here for my latest purchase)

So when I was visiting friends recently who were sporting some laarvely ornithological inspired rings, I had to sacar some fotos* and share them on here.

 Over sized owl ring bought from Brick Lane market - I cannot bloody WAIT to move to London

















3 (previously 4) little ducks went swimming one day, over the hills and far away...giving the 'knuckle duster' style ring a cutesy pie edge..

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* I speak Spanglish

Hit&Miss

What's wrong with you H&M? do you not want my custom? my hard earned cash that should be saved for a rainy day but instead I choose to squander dangerously in your haven of neon brights and playsuits?

So I saw a bright pink floor length skirt complete with an Angelina Joile esque thigh slit in a well known magazine's fashion shoot and thought 'I.must.have.it'. You may be forgiven for thinking it sounds like something from My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, but it wasn't. Honestly. And best of all it was from only from H&M. huzzah! there is a God.

Woah, woah, woah woah Lois, this is not my batman cup.
Off I toddled to said high street store to purchase said item. At least that was the plan. They didn't have my size so I asked if they had it in the other H&M round the corner,

'No they don't have this collection in that store.'

Hmm. Could I order one instore maybe?

'No we don't do that'

Hmm. Perhaps it would be available online?

'We only sell a limited selection online, and its mainly just bikinis and summer dresses now.'

Hmmmmmm.
I hate to bad mouth you dearest H&M, especially after you served me so well when living in Spain by being the only decent clothes shop IN THE WHOLE COUNTRY but, seriously, sort it out.
Why can't we order in store? Why not have all the clothes in all the shops? Why not put stuff on the internet?!
Its like they were making it difficult for me on purpose. I do not care for this whilst shopping.

I had the perfect outfit planned and everything...bastards.

Howev's they have redeemed themselves somewhat by providing me with this faux leather skirt. I wore it at the weekend for a friends birthday with a simple grey tshirt and spiky silver necklace; so 'rock chick'. Not at all like Dorien from Birds of a Feather...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I'm a sucker for a good slogan tee and this one was too good to miss.

There's something quite satisfying about wearing your heart on your sleeve (or chest if we're going to be anatomically correct, but lets not split hairs) to quote a good friend 'It's even better because you didn't actually say anything.' 

And that, my friends, is the beauty of the slogan t shirt...

Let us live wisely, let us live well. And let us each chocolate. Much much chocolate. 

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TippedForStardom

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till its gone? They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

That's not really relevant to anything but I've got the stuck song in my head and I thought writing it down may get it out. It didn't.

Today we say farewell to Lonesome George, the last known giant Galapagos tortoise who has baffled scientists by his inability to produce offspring. Apparently he was 'totally disinterested' in the opposite sex and refused a mate, preferring his own company and earning him the nickname of  'the Galapagos' most eligible bachelor'.
Clearly he was just the first gay giant Galapagos tortoise? That's obvious even to me and I'm no zoologist, I'll tell you that for free.

Rest in peace George, may the afterlife fare ye well and allow you all those simple pleasures this life did not; gay bars, Lycra, The Village People...

I'm feeling all fidgety and ARGHH at the moment. Teenage angst regression. Fed up of living at home. Must escape.
I know I'm too impatient etcetctec. but I want things to happen NOW. Why can't things just happen now?

After swearing never to do extra work again the need for money has sadly driven me back. A dark day for all involved. Today I had the pleasure of listening to a guy who talked about himself and his 'amazing' life as a rep in Kavos (I've been to Kavos. Amazing is not an adjective I would use...) for abarrr 50 million years.
At one point he actually said this following sentence without any hint of irony or sarcasm,

'...I was actually tipped for stardom...'

God, he was annoying. I was too busy stifling incredulous laughter to hear the rest of that sentence properly but the gist of it was that he'd been an extra in 51st state with Samuel L. Jackson. When a fellow 'Support Artist' commented that he must have a really good show reel he looked a bit shifty and said 'well, yeah...you can sort of see the back of my leg.'

What is wrong with these people?

In more positive news Little Shirley Beans Designs should hopefully be up-and-running soon* watch this space.

I visited a vintage fair at le weekend and picked up this cute ring, I'd like to share it with you all here

IthinkIcanIknowIcanIthinkIcanIknowIcan

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*read 'soon' as anytime from this day forth...

GetThatFridayFeeling

So I'm interning today at the film office right now, reading scripts (which are mainly very, very bad) and supposedly writing reports on them. Now, don't get me wrong I like writing but only when its about something interesting, not when I have to fill at least 3 pages with a report that could easily be summed up by the singular sentence, 'This is shit. Do not read'. My bad, two sentences. You get the gist from the first one though.

To entertain myself I'm reading blog posts from The Scouse Bible and loling discreetly into my tea. Which ironically is in a Crunchie mug with the slogan 'Get that Friday feeling!' written on it when it is only Monday. Bah Humbug. There may be many a thing (good and bad) said about the people of Liverpool but there is no denying that we are, on the whole, a proper sound lot and dead funny. If you've never experienced this kind of humour get to Liverpool now. If this is not logistically possible follow @JesusChristFTM on twitter and you will see what I mean.
Unless you are offended easily...you should just stick to my posts for further witty (ish) examples.

One thing I have been thinking about as the sun attempts to crack the flags this summer and the scouse bible has so rightly condemned is this; boys who wear vests. I feel a simple 'WHY?!' is all that is needed to sum this one up followed by a 'burn the vest and we'll never speak of it ever again'.
I don't think they can EVER look good. With the possible exception of Jude Law during the pool scene in Alfie...but the rest of the male population take note: you are not, and never will be, Jude Law. And even then I'm only letting him off because its in a purely dramatised scenario, if I saw him in the Asda perusing for BBQ goods it'd put me right off my shopping.

Strange semi paracetamol induced rant over (self medicating for tooth ache AND man flu) in other news I am also mainly looking at pictures of Miranda Kerr and wanting to be her. She looks a-may-zing in her debut for British Vogue here;






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you'rewildYOU'REWILD

I'm not usually one for updating the world about my every move via my blog. To quote Georgia Nicholson, 'my life is a series of embarrassing incidents strung together with me telling you about those embarrassing incidents.' Ergo why I like to keep some pretence of cool where I can...however as it does say 'Fashion AND other ramblings', today you are going to get some of my 'other ramblings'. haha. With maybe a bit of fashion thrown in for good measure.

So after spending my first few months as an official 'real life person', i.e not a student, at home with the rents Up North I am now ready to fly the proverbial nest and MOVE OUT.
I will shortly be joining some of my bestest chums down in London for fun, frolics and maybe a job or something...

(sidebar - if anyone has any contacts/knows of anyone who would like to hire me for media/fashion/journalism related job roles, please feel free to get.in.touch!)

Until that glorious day when I become an official London resident, and mainly to stop my brain turning to mush from having to serve idiots in the restaurant all day, I have been 'expanding my creative talents', and FYI that doesn't mean just taking photos of flowers on Instagram (although there has been some of that...)

N.B. Instagram does not a photographer make. Let us all remember that. Something else we should never forget that I was reminded of on a recent trip to Marks & Spencer's shoe department;  kitten heels will NEVER be ok. If we ever forget that golden rule society as we know it will be doomed.
If I were David Cameron I'd be imposing stricter shoe making laws right about now #justsayin'

I am now officially a freelance journalist writing some festival previews for a local magazine and website, links to be posted soon, which means I get press privileges like free entry to gigs and *fingers crossed* festivals...
Last night I got to swerve the £8 entry fee (living the dream) to a hip hop gig in one of Liverpool's most unusual but undoubtedly coolest venues, Camp and Furnace.
It was possibly one of the strangest gigs I've been to in a long time, with a battle between improvised beat boxing and a flute taking place in a renovated 'indoor festival' warehouse complete with camper vans and trees. Definitely worth a look. Apparently they also do a good breakfast.

I have also been getting bussyyy with my sewing machine and making collars. As you all know I can't resist a good collar. The plan is to sell them soon at a local vintage fair and possibly via this here blog if all goes to plan.

It's a work in progress...

I have also been re-customising Rhianna style with some studs on my previously customised Levi's;

Oh and did I mention I love Instagram?

I love Instagram.

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CarmenMiranda

Having fun with hair gel and kiwis