Post-orthodontial appointment (the inaugural step of a 18-month afflicting ordeal), I’m having feelings of doom and gloom. A swift, easy-breezy, effortless procedure to insert little screws as anchors for ensuing braces became an encumbering and irksome process with enough local-anestheia to knock out a giant (but not five-foot me evidently). I hope they stay secure and functional, and that I won’t have to endure this again. Already I’m feeling despondency.
Hang on, little screws, hang on!
Yesterday marked a bi-annual milestone: a visit to the hairdresser. And so, after a sporadic Saturday-Breakfast of bacon and poached-egg on Ciabatta, I hurried to my midday appointment at The Cutting Co. (And boy, do they cut!)
Always have I loathed the pressure and hassle of changing my hairstyle, and together with the stress of explaining explicitly the cut I desire, means I usually keep these affairs to a minimum. I detest consigning such a dramatic responsibility to a stranger, and the awkward small-talk has always stumped me; not to mention the peculiar situation where a stranger’s hands are attached to my scalp. But, the venture of late had not been cataclysmic, nor catastrophic, I’m pleased to report. And, the result? A sleek, slick, newly-spruced long-bob with a straight blunt fringe.
Coming Soon: photos and style post, as well as a summary of S/S ’12 trends. Stay tuned, foxy ladies (and men)! xo
Having always been a Patternphile, my wardrobe predominantly consists of printed pieces. No matter paisley or plaid, checked or striped, polka-dotty or speckled, and even floral: I adore them all! And, this year’s trend of tropical print is no exception; palm-tree prints have me hot-under-the-collar.
With a heavy dash of vivid colour, this flamboyant and bold print has taken the Spring trends by storm, appearing in numerous S/S ’12 collections from Salvatore Ferragamo to Josephy Altuzarra, and not forgetting Christophe Lemaire’s audacious palm-leaf printed Pajama-suit. I am already dreaming of summer holidays in the exotic tropics!
A nod towards this exotic trend in my new pair of bright, jazzy printed trousers from Zara, paired with a frayed knitted pastel jacket and a transparent tote (à la Prada).
To end, just a cursory comment: I’m over-the-moon hunky-dory happy from the recent augmentation of readers/followers. Merci beaucoup for the support! And please keep reading!
I’m hating on my laptop, it’s always misbehaving. Enduring some serious angst and frustration and distress from technological problems; I wanted to post this yesternight. Well, regardless, here it is…finally!
Details from my outfit on Friday-night for dinner with friends, and photos soon! Hope everyone is having a groovy weekend! xoxo
Armed with a plethora of (rather rubbish) excuses, I’m ready to dive, head-first, back into blogging (for the third time). So, with an indisposed bank balance, lousy prioritising and a healthy fashion-addiction, begins my favourite season.
With April underway and May around the corner, my winter-blues are thawing out and I can finally contemplate a transition into Spring/Summer wardrobe. And, that means only one thing: shopping! Having scrutinised this season’s trends – with the help from my three dependable, faithful, veracious companions: Vogue, Elle and Marie-Claire – I embarked on my annual-Easter style-renewal expedition. Never having been decisive though, I just hope that I’ve invested in some felicitous additions to my wardrobe.
Photos to come! Stay tuned xoxo
I’m delighted by the arrival of Spring, but I’m waiting for Summer with open arms. The Weather is fickle, and whilst I’ve had the ability to dress myself since aged 2, to do so stylishly is still a challenge. I’m always too cold, or too hot (much like the porridge Goldilocks encountered in the Three Bear’s house – I never seem to chance upon the perfect temperature though, to my disdain).
To further augment my dilemma, a day-trip in an unfamiliar city with obscuro-weather. And this week’s trip to London-town was no different. Donning high-waisted trousers, a silk shirt and denim jacket: snazzy, I thought, simple and warm. Yet I still ended up juggling my chunky scarf in one hand, my jacket in the other, and my Louis Vuitton balanced precariously on my shoulder.
My solution? Regulate body temperature with a little help from a Starbucks Coffee, available hot or iced. A delicious alternative to always having an armful of outer-wear.
Also, a hint for future references: should you wish to encounter Faris Badwan from the Horrors on your travels, linger in Leicester Square. He has been spotted.
Shirt: Zara, Shoes: Aldo, Socks: Topshop, Jacket: Uniqlo