Prepare for an onslaught of Whistles dresses. I swooped in at the last minute for the final reductions and picked up some real bargains. Two short but sweet numbers (this is one of them), a 70s number for £50 that was £175 and a party dress that is so impractical but so fabulous that the utter impracticality was blocked out because it was trimmed with feathers.
As my hair has grown longer I have made friends with my GHDs in a big way. There is so much hair it really needs taming.
I've never been one for really long hair, I was a massive tom boy as a child and my teens and twenties were spent cutting it super short and then growing it out to chin length, before cutting it super short once again. After years of never really understanding how people grew their hair so long my hairdresser gave me some advice...stop cutting it! Sounds so simple but I needed to hear it from a professional. Even she admitted that her hair never gets as long as she wants it if she cuts it as more always comes off that you're anticipating. It's been 9 months now, so I figure get to a year and then I'll go for a trim.
Excuse the glow. I'd been to see my personal trainer before work and boy did she punish me. Still, after Christmas and the New Year I need a bit of cold hard punishment to make up for all of the red meat, cheese and chocolate.
Seriously, if you have an iPhone and aren't totally addicted to Instagram, what are you doing?
Clearly this blog slightly gives away my predilection to sharing mind-numblingly boring insights and photos of myself but Instagram takes it to a whole new level. You like sneakers? Not a problem. Interiors? Hairstyles? Nice graded landscape shots? Puppies? It's all there ready and waiting for you to search.
For me Instagram is my visual diary, a way for me to record what I'm doing for my own sanity and pleasure, and in return the happy bit is that I also get to share in other people's lives. I really enjoy finding out about...Mums in the West Country, tattooed Disney nerds in Southern California, a ballet dancer who lives with her Corsican boyfriend in some unnamed European city, hot moustachioed guys in Vancouver...the more you give the more you get. It's my current social networking community of choice.
I haven't worn trousers to work in over two weeks. I think every now and then the flip switches in my head and I go from being a jeans girl to a dress girl.
This jumper dress is perfect for winter and fun enough to make me not feel corporate. Having shiny shoes helps too. I'm so glad I don't have to wear proper office wear to work, I actually don't think I could cope. I'd become like the schoolgirl I once was wearing a band t shirt under the school issue white shirt just so everyone could see what music I was into.
This Zara dress is almost perfect - the shape is great for wearing everyday, the print is striking and the sequins aren't too shiny, so you don't look like a human disco ball or a lone wolf from a hen night. There's only downside...I seem to be allergic to it. Yes, really. I come out in a rash all over my arms every time I wear it, yet I still do.
The weather has finally started to feel like winter here in London and that calls for tactical layering.
It's something I suck at because, being bigger on top than on the bottom, layering (especially with bulky wool) makes me look mahoosive. I envy women like Susie from Style Bubble because she can layer until the cows come home and still look vaguely normal. I would look like a bag lady shielding myself from an Alaskan storm if I attempted her looks and I am totally jealous of her freedom when it comes to fashion because of it.
I am currently trying to layer with thin knits and thicker cardies but I'm basically crossing my fingers and wishing it was summer. I am NOT a winter dresser.
Last year passed by so quickly that I have been somewhat taken unawares by the start of 2012. I haven't had time to make any resolutions or plan out any major events in the upcoming months but some organisation needs to happen soon otherwise my life will descend into chaos.
A case in point is these shoes. I wore this outfit before Christmas and these shoes became my new 'favourite'. Then, over the last two weeks I FORGOT I OWNED THEM. Really. I went into Topshop on Saturday and thought "Wow, those shoes look great..." before remembering I had a pair. And why can't I remember I have them? A) I have too many and B) I can't SEE them because they are all in boxes. So enough is enough. A wardrobe thinning is inevitable in the next couple of weeks as is a reworking of my present shoe storage system (of lack of it).
Oh, and this necklace? It was new on that day and I decapitated it within hours. I am the jewellery killer.