SALES...

yesterday i made the BIG mistake of venturing out to the shops and investigate the sales... WOAH. what i saw can only be describe as an angry, angry jumble sale of doom vomiting stressed out women. it was insane! i felt almost embarrassed to even be in the presence of these crazy ladies! 


the whole experience left me sweaty, panicked if not a little faint and with the feeling of a small heart attack brewing. i saw women just grabbing anything and everything in their paths for fear they wouldn't get the best bargain (i might mention that most of the stuff left was complete tat and i wouldn't wish my worst enemy to be seen in some of the clothes!) 


over come with the catching fever of their panic i grabbed the nearest clutch bag in TopShop and paid £12.00 for something that was £26.00 that i don't even want... the best bit... i've lost the receipt. brilliant. great. thanks sale. thanks panicking women. thanks clutch bag.

to be fair 'Clutchy' is slowly growing on me...

seeing as its christmas...

PERFECT

viktor & Rolf...

simple, beautiful, effective.

i know the images below (all taken from archives of Viktor & Rolf works) are of fashions past but there creativity and artistic prerogative live on forever:

(2008)

(2009)

(2009)

(2010)

'tattoo' tights...

SO GOOD.

This song is the true definition of beautiful...

Snow Blows...

so it's pretty, romantic and fun for the first five minutes but snow... it's getting pretty old pretty quick. 

It being the party season and the time of year where you venture home from uni, back to your roots, back to where it all began, back to where all the horrific male choices you've ever made lie dormant, just waiting to remind you of what can happen after 6 tequila shots, so inevitably you want to look your best. at all times. especially when going on nights out. 

so when the new boyf brought me these bad boys...

(river island £89.99)

i literally jumped for joy! not only where these the most perfect shoes i've ever laid eyes on, they were bang on trend, comfy, so statement, with just the right amount of showing off BUT they would make me feel a million bucks and pretty much stick a preverbal middle finger to any ex 'lovers' sneaking about in the dark winters night... but then as the first flake fell my hopes were dashed by the white powder. and now... i feel i may be forced to wear flat shoes and socks, and other sensible items of clothing or worse... STAY IN?