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Wednesday

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February 2019

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Oh for something new in fashion

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. My heart is pounding and my breathing erratic. I take a large gulp of air and try to calm myself. I rack my foggy, sleepy brain for what could have awoken me so violently…..and then I remember.

Low rise jeans are making a comeback.

NOOOOooooooo!!! I mean COME ON! How much more do they think we can take? What with T**** in power, Brexit looming over our country and Beyonce forcing us all to go vegan I’m at my wits end. Now, as a 40 year old woman with short legs and a wobbly gut, you’re expecting me to wear jeans that skim the top of my ever present pubes? How dare you!

Within the safe circle of this newsletter I will admit that first time round I was a big fan of the low rise. I really was. I would go so far as to say I was one of the first people {no doubt in the world} to start rocking them. In 2000 I saw a picture of Mariah Carey in a pair of jeans where the waistband had been cut off. It was the simplest DIY ever and I took a pair of scissors to 90% of my jeans.

                                                             {Carey with not a care in the world}

Why not? I could afford to back then. I had an unintentional six pack and I was twenty two years old. As I tell all my Wardrobe Detox clients ~ Your twenties are for experimenting with fashion, your thirties are for honing your style and wearing what actually suits your body shape. Regardless of whether it’s in style or not. I was not honed at twenty two. I was always experimenting and I didn’t realise that low rise jeans made my already dumpy legs look even dumpier and my long body like that of a dachshund.

While we’re in the confessional booth of Noughties nightmares I will also admit that I was not adverse to the showcasing of a whales tail. For the uninitiated amongst our congregation the whales tail was the uncouth styling of a coloured thong rising above the dangerously low sea level of your denim. I’m not particularly proud of this era but it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative which was exposing your ass crack to all and sundry whenever you bent down to pick up your dignity.

The cracks {pun intended} started to appear, however, towards the middle of the Noughties. My love affair with Britney’s favourite style of jeans* began to fade. I realised that with nothing supporting my stomach I wasn’t engaging my core when performing heavy lifting or simple general being. I started the incredibly bad habit of using my back instead of my core and I can tell you now the repercussions are STILL OCCURRING. Yes People, you heard it here first. Low rise jeans gave me a bad back and I have therefore deemed them a health hazard. They were uncomfortable, unforgiving and unflattering.

Now, with the return of the low rise jean must come the renaissance of the ‘going out top’. Again. DO ONE!!!

                                                                                                        {chain mail, repurposed pillowcases and a handkerchief}

Never been a fan. Never understood them, never liked them. Back in 2002 these so called ‘tops’ would often resemble a triangle on your front and a complicated macrame task on your back. We were inundated with crop tops of every incarnation ~ T-Shirts with Little Miss characters on them, satin boob tubes purchased from Monsoon and worn by reluctant, bitter bridesmaids. The tiniest of tops would sometimes come in a smart tweed or an elegant houndstooth fooling no one that they could be worn as office attire. There were off the shoulder peasant tops skimming the underside of breasts, chain mail, cowl neck halter tops that were freezing to put on and could only clothe those of us with nothing larger than a -A cup. Denim bustiers, sequinned camisoles and lace trimmed vests.

What other horrors are lurking in the shadows? What unflattering sartorial memories are waiting to pop up on the frame of a teenager and confront us all with our youth?

As discussed before the cowboy boot has returned but I think I’ve made my peace and I’m on board with them. The ever practical fleece is making a comeback but it never went away in my eyes so the rest of what was in fashion nearly two decades ago I think I can do without. The asymmetric hems, the wide belts and the micro bags. These things need to stay with the lost, thin girl who laughed at men when they weren’t funny, didn’t speak up when she didn’t understand and cut her own hair with blunt scissors.

The bubble skirts, the ballet flats, the rose coloured glasses and those bloody painful, unattractive, low rise jeans need to be left in their place of origin.

The Noughties….where nought really needs to be revived. Oh for something new in fashion.

 

 

 

 

*unlike me, Britney, who also owns short legs and a long body, has never moved on from the fashion crimes of her past. Like a lot of people tend to do she has stayed in the era she felt she looked the best. Google any picture of BS & note that the low rise will be her jean of choice for life. Bless her. May her extra long, tanned torso stay exposed forever. Not sure she’d be Britney without it.

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Saturday

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November 2018

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They’re back y’all!

  

{Pandora SykesYours TrulyImani Randolph}

When I heard the whispers back in February I couldn’t quite believe it.

No way could they be making a comeback? Surely they can’t be cool again?

Oh how wrong I was. When the Autumn/Winter ’18 fashions started rolling in I saw them everywhere. Yes folks. They’re back. The cowboy boot has returned to our trotters and has been pounding the streets as if she’s never been away.

I say boot, I, of course, mean boots. The trend that has been hibernating for the best part of fourteen years didn’t return as simply one boot on one foot and an Adidas shell top on the other. I still can’t quite believe it. I never thought they’d recover from 2004.

Having always been a staple ~ with actual cowboys ~ in Southern America they entered our sartorial consciousness in the late 80’s & early 90’s. Princess Diana wore them to a polo match and everyone complained. Standard. Then Thelma & Louise arrived & these beautiful, kick ass women wore them with high waisted jeans, sleeveless t-shirts and Brad Pitt as an accessory.

The boots dipped in and out of fashion but took off again at the turn of the century. On a trip to see my Nashville family, in 2002, I purchased my very own pair. Oh Boy, was I chuffed. At the time they were the most expensive thing I had ever bought. They were made from the softest pigs leather & I went for a slouchy, pirate boot style. Along with every other twenty year old who loved to jump on a trend I couldn’t wait to show them off. We wore them with denim mini skirts, low slung enormously wide, incredibly unnecessary, leather belts. We paired them with low rise boot cut jeans, halter tops and A line skirts. I think I even wore them once with a felt cowboy hat that I owned. They were comfy. They were cool and I loved them.

Towards the mid noughties though they began to resemble a costume. They were hi-jacked by the Southern women of pop who glue gunned them to death with rhinestones and butterflies and wore them in garish colours. Britney Spears single handed managed to start the decline of the cowboy boot.DAMN IT! What’s a girl to do? I loved my boots so much and having spent a fortune on them was reluctant to give them away. I couldn’t imagine they would ever make a comeback but they were such a sturdy boot. I have now had them for sixteen years and have never once had them resoled. The leather got even softer and they can be worn all day without the faintest whiff of a blister. They reluctantly went into storage and have only made one brief appearance in Nashville for Thanksgiving circa 2011. Of course no one there battered an eyelid. I was wearing their state uniform.

Fast forward to 2016 and the whispers had started, turn the corner into Fall fashion 2018 and BOOM! Would you Adam & Eve it? The cowboy boot is BACK! Danish brand Ganni & Raf Simmons at Calvin Klein have managed to breathe new life into this seemingly dead &, let’s face it, tacky trend.

But do we actually like the return of this trend? Or are we just jumping on the fash band wag?

If you are thinking of heading back in for Cowboy Boot revival 2.0 you have to stick to the rules. They’re there for a reason and were written after Jessica Simpson shoved the boot so far down our throats we gagged. 

  1. Do not wear them with short denim shorts. Guys, I’m sorry but you just can’t. Simpson ruined it for all of us.
  2. No Little house of the Praire//Old school Laura Ashley style dresses. Too literal.
  3. While jeans can be tucked in they can’t be skinny jeans. A straight leg is as tight as we’ll allow. And by we, I mean me.
  4. Rack your brains for the complete opposite of Western and wear them with that ~ T~shirts, cotton workwear, blazers, sweaters, sportswear, ball gowns.
  5. White cowboy boots look the bomb.
  6. Never pair with check//plaid//tartan. We’re not in Texas.

And there you have it. How to wear your cowboy boots and not look like you’ve made any effort at all when really you’ve had to think about it loads so you don’t look like you’re off to the rodeo.

As for me I don’t really know what I think yet. All I know is my boots are out of storage and we’re off to Brixton market. Who’s coming with me?

…..Not you Britney. You’re not invited this time.

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Saturday

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October 2018

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Can’t afford ~ Made my own

I grew up with nothing. Literally nothing.

Totally untrue of course but that’s what my ‘deprived’ teenage brain told me. It told me that I was at a disadvantage in the, seemingly, third world country I was living in as I didn’t have access to the things I so desperately needed. By third world I now mean developing, by things I mean the coolest clothes and accessories and by needed I mean wanted. SO BADLY.

Luckily for me the internet was merely a newborn baby foul just learning to stand on it’s own four bandy legs and so hadn’t made it to our conscious yet let alone our homes. If it had I would have been in a permanent state of wanderlust and withdrawel, walking my neighbourhood heavyhearted in the knowledge that I didn’t have all the great things other people did. Oh wait?! Isn’t that my current state now as a nearly 40 year old?

In the early 90’s, on a tiny island in the middle of the Mediterranean ocean, my want came solely from the Saturday morning magazine I saved my pocket money for and pawed over for hours. Just Seventeen {and sometimes More if I wanted to look at the position of the week and wonder when I’d be able to try that shit out} was what constantly gave me FOMO. Everything inside it was something I wanted. Everything was just so cool and so God Damn English. And England was the promised land. It had shops and adverts and concerts and rain and McDonalds and Monster Munch. These were things that I dreamt of and things I was dying to experience.

Lucky for me I went to England twice a year with my family. They were the highlights of my year and I would save those Cyprus cents {that my Father would exchange for us at a ratio of 1:1} so that I could head straight to Topshop, Miss Selfridge, New Look or Bay Trading Co {remember that old chestnut?}  and obtain the navy skinny rib scoop neck top I had coveted for months or the constantly asked for pair of black DM boots. My holidays in the UK where only Christmas and Summer though so if I wanted something in February I either had a very long and extremely painful wait or I had to do it myself, wouldn’t I?.

YES! I had to get creative and find a way to produce whatever it was that I wanted. One of my favourite examples of Did It Myself Didn’t I was when white Adidas shelltops became all the rage. Along with satin babydoll slips and pastel coloured mohair cardigans these pristine white trainers were the thing to have. Unless you took a flight out of the country to go and purchase these much sort after trainers they were not available to you. Well I REALLY wanted them so I found a way. I did have an old pair of Adidas trainers. Sadly they didn’t have the iconic shelltop but they did have the custom triple stripes on the side. In purple, green and yellow. No problem! I bought myself some black fabric paint and coloured those stripes in. I swapped out the laces for black ones {not sure why as shelltops had white laces?!} and voila! A new pair of trainers.

Another great example is when Take That burst onto our screens and into our pants. There was not a magazine going that Sister With Massive Laugh and her best friend didn’t buy that they were in. At the height of Relight my Fire one magazine photo shoot saw Mark doning an Antoni and Alison t-shirt. Antoni and Alison’s signature tops were {and still are} slogan t-shirts. We all wanted one. They were so frikkin’ cool. They were also so frikkin’ expensive and so frikkin’ far out of our reach. HEY! That didn’t stop us. No way, Josephine. I made three of my own Antoni and Alison style tops. I altered the necklines of old polonecks, chopped off their length, painted my own slogans and still to this day ~ 26 years later ~ wear one of them to bed. When I facetime Sister With Massive Laugh and Tiny Niece with one of my boobs hanging out the side of it she tells me I need to get rid of it and I ignore her. My Sister tells me, not Tiny. Tiny just points at my boob and says ‘Milk’

I am forever grateful for those lean clothing times of my life. Firstly I don’t believe that you should get everything you want because then we’d all be spoilt and it’s a known fact that spoilt people are bad in bed. Secondly it sparked my imagination. It made me creative and that Did It Myself Didn’t Istreak has never left me. I am still cutting up clothes and reworking them. I will not let a pair of shoes die on my watch unless I have exhausted all it’s potential possibilities. I have recently started wearing my Grandmother’s original Burberry trenchcoat {that I shortened years ago so that I would wear it more often} inside out. Ms.B Trench has a new lease of life and I have a new coat. Everyone’s a winner.

Don’t worry if you’re not an average to sometimes downright awful seamstress like my good self. You can always ask for help. If it’s too big a job for me I head to my local dry cleaners where I was lucky enough to find Moggi who is a seamstress superstar. When I needed to revive a pair of plain white open toe mules from Marks and Spencer my standard ‘superglue a pompom onto them’ wasn’t quite right. I turned to my friend Sophie Boustred of SGB Goods. She took my ideas and my screen shot collection of furry shoes. She cut up her varying colours of sample sheepskins and glued on strips to gave me my very own version of Rachel Comey style mules. Rachel’s cost over $300. Mine where the price of a two year old pair of faux leather M&S heels and £25 cash. BOOM. Mr. Tumnus eat your heart out! I’ve got a new pair of hooves.

  

The teenage days of longing and envy have sadly managed to stay with me just on a much larger, lifestyle stage as shown {off} to us on Instagram. I’m ok with that though because the Do It Yourself attitude has also stayed with me. The Make Do and Mend. The I’m Not Missing Out Just Because I Can’t Afford It.

I’ve recently bought a hot glue gun and the world is my stitched-together-from-an-old-pair-of-jeans oyster. I’m off to make an outfit for my 40th birthday party.

Posted in Beautiful shoes, Comfy chic, Did It Myself, Didn't I, Inspiration

Wednesday

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October 2018

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A fool every Fall

Autumn always manages to sneak up and surprise me.  I am constantly singing the praises of Summer. Waxing lyrical to anyone and everyone about how I feel more alive in the Summer. How my body is always more at ease with fewer clothes on, when it’s brown and when it’s not clenched and taut in order to fend off the cold. I spend as much time as possible outside riding my bike, swimming in open air pools, ponds and the sea. My legs are free, the sunnies are on and I am in my element.

As soon as the August bank holiday ends however I am officially in mourning. I’m complaining about the darkness creeping in, the cooler nights and the arrival of conkers. I lament about how much I love the long, lazy warm days of Summer and how I don’t think I will possibly be able to survive the next nine months.

Then I actually stop and look around me and I see the beauty in Autumn. This is what always catches me unawares. It’s a stunning season. I look up at the brilliant blue skies that somehow feel even brighter than a cloudless July day and realise that my sunnies are still being worn. I am in awe of the fiery red, vivid orange and toast brown leaves that either gather round my feet or shape the landscape in front of me. The crispness in the air means a change of clothing that, I am loath to admit, I’m actually ready for. A bare leg with an oversized knit. Cute ankle socks and heavy brogues. Sweatshirts and pencil skirts. Light coats that are part of your outfit rather than a necessity or a ‘just in case’. Then I look in the mirror.

Oh Jesus! What a frikkin’ state!

No. I can not do Autumn. I can not do in betweenness. I am all or nothing I’m afraid. I’m either a simple cotton dress and flip flops or seventeen layers, a cashmere scarf, an oversized coat and a hat kinda gal. This ‘is it warm/is it going to rain/or is it actually cold?’ malarky catches me out every year and I look a fool. That bare leg and an oversized knit? It just doesn’t work. My legs started to lose their colour due to the reality of them having not seen real sunshine since mid July and are now pale and motley.

My face on the other hand still has the malasma stains of too many summer’s spent with not enough SPF applied. This means my dirty face can’t take much make up and so a pillar box red lip is unable to distract from my uncooked chicken legs. The tube in October and November is far too hot for ‘the Autumnal sloppy knit that makes you feel cosy’. Also you can forget about heading down the tights route this early on. ‘Swamp ass’ is a phrase I’ve discovered recently and is also an unpleasant sensation I’ve discovered recently.

Florals are out of place, cashmere is too much. Boots are unnecessary and jackets aren’t enough.

I am sartorially lost in this tricksy season that lulls me into a false sense of security with it’s gorgeous changing colour scheme and it’s desire to start hunkering down in our homely on trend hygge.

Bring on a full-blown freezing Winter….Now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d say!

 ~ Some Autumn/Fall fashions I try to emulate each year ~

Posted in Colour blocking, Inspiration, Rise to the occasion

Monday

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September 2018

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Same old, Same Old

{Top L-R ~ Walk of shame Moscow, Rennes, JacquesMus, Caron Callahan. Bottom L-R ~ Simone Rocha, Caron Carahan, Rejina Pyo, Rachel Comey}

I recently executed an enormous Instagram cull and un followed about 400 people.

Big news I know but this needs to be discussed.  Like the majority of the world I found I was spending far too much time on my phone and it needed to stop. Mainly to regain the hours I lost and redirect them to watching TV instead but also because I didn’t want a really big thumb. I hear that’s a thing and I don’t need a big thumb as well as big ears.

What I came to realise is that what I was actually looking at, as I scrolled through hundreds of strangers images for hours on end, was essentially a variation of the same thing.  I obviously chose to follow similar brands as I have a certain style I like, right? Sure, That part I’m fine with. That’s simply personal taste. I like looking at houses full of plants and beautiful clothing that doesn’t look out of place on the set of Godless. I also like Streetstyle,bloggers I used to follow back in the naughties and Celine Dion {follow her and you’ll see why} The trouble is that following just one of these brands/people/pages is great to look at every once in a while. When you start to follow three or four of a similar ilk they all start to blend into one. They all seem to be influenced by each other and all seem, to me anyway, to just be posting the same thing.

Well, I’m over it. I need to see something new and something unique. I’m so bored of the monotony of these pages and their ‘same old same old’ images. I’m bored of straw hats, velvet hair ribbons, muted pastels and billowing white, cotton dresses. Of high waisted, wide legged pants and millenial pink walls. Of clay pottery, images of the ocean and gingham ruffles. Of pretty much my entire feed going to the ballet in Copenhagen all invited by and wearing the fashion brand Ganni. Don’t get me wrong I love these things. I really do but when I see them over and over again on page after page I think ‘Who started this and who’s copying who?’ ‘Why are we all posting the same thing?’ ‘Can we not think of something else?’ I understand that this life and fashion style is on trend with some people ~ Cotton workwear, white denim, black and white gingham, low heeled mules, oversized dresses, lilac, ruffles…. and if you follow Rejina PyoRennesRachel ComeySimone RochaWalk of shame MoscowCaron Callahan you’ll see all these images simply blurred into one.  But…but…How many times do I really NEED TO SEE THE SAME IMAGES!

I have followed the humerus fashion blog Manrepeller ever since it launched, back in 2010. It was started by Leandra Medine, a journalist major who, along with a team of writers, delivers good quality journalism on predominantly fashion based subjects. I like to read the debates some pieces provoke, in the comments sections, and often enjoy waying in with my say. My latest comment however made me extremely aware of my disdain for a life spent online….which, at it’s core, means that at 39 I’m just not getting it.

Leandra wrote a piece entitled ‘How to get more Instagram likes: A theory‘ Displeased with my intrigue I clicked on it and read an article about posting selfies, which gained more likes, as opposed to posting professional pictures, which didn’t. My reply to this useless piece of information came mid my aforementioned Instagram following cull and was as follows ~

Red shoes No knickers  7 days ago

For me I’d already seen and liked the first photo in my feed so when pretty much the same image comes up I didn’t need to like it again. It wasn’t a case of one looked better than the other it’s a case of what are we actually clicking and liking pictures for? For the sake of it or because we genuinely like it? Why would you need to do that twice?

It got six likes which was interesting but it also got the following comment ~

M Rae Red shoes No knickers  7 days ago

but this brings up an interesting point about the individual like-algorithms we all house in our own heads regarding what/why we are communicating via likes…is it purely selfish (i want more of this in my feed from the content creator and similar content on my discover page) or is it support (ill like anything leandra (sic) or MR post because i want her and the brand to grow forever and ever) or is it social (i want my followers to be able to see i already liked these) etc etc….

I agree with the majority of M Rae’s statement about algorithms and why are we communicating via likes but reading ‘I’ll like anything Leandra or MR post because I want her and the brand to grow forever and ever‘ prompted me to cull even more from my Instagram page. Liking images and content that people post just for the sake of it surely isn’t helping the brand evolve? How will that brand or person learn what works and what doesn’t? If everyone is clicking like after like on the same variations of the same big sleeved white dress simply because they want the brand to succeed how will that brand know if the work they’re producing is actually good/thoughtful/sellable? Also, if you’ve seen similar images elsewhere are you still enjoying looking at it or are needing a different visual stimulation?

For me it all boils down to the following questions…other than the four questions I just posted above. What can I say, I’m confused and I need some answers. Is the problem the people/brands I’m following? Is it what they’re posting? Or how often they’re posting? Or is the real problem how often I’m looking at Instagram?

I think I know the answer and it’s the same as what it is for everything at this moment in time. It’s to put my phone down and lift my gaze. To Engage, Listen, Dream and Think. I’m tired of looking at the same old things….I’m on the hunt for something new.

Posted in Inspiration, Inspire me, Let's discuss

Friday

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November 2013

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Inspire me

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Recently I’ve tried to make my life more streamlined. I’ve tried to clear my room, my wardrobe, my inbox, my make~up bag of STUFF. I just seem to own a lot of STUFF. And clutters of STUFF leads to a cluttered mind and an unproductive lifestyle ~ for me anyway. I’ve been bagging for charity, binning, donating to friends and Ebaying anything I don’t need or use.

I came across my camera, my film camera that is, and just thought to myself ‘I don’t use it, I’m all about the dige these days, let’s EBay!’ I then checked on EBay to see what the same models were fetching and the resulting search lead to nada ~ A whole lotta old school film camera’s where you can hear the film wind on and not a lot of money going towards them. I decided against paying to list an item and receiving nothing in returning and went for a vow to start using her again. The last time I did take her out was to Australia in 2010. Like we all used to do I came home, handed in my film to be developed and waited. I went old school….We don’t go back there enough.

The always inspirational Jamie Beck posted a series of black and white photos yesterday that had been double exposed but turned out to be a beautiful mistake. It reminded me of receiving my film back on returning from Australia. The pictures were so different to digital. Sharper, clearer, more natural. Of course there’s always a couple of duds but it makes you think more carefully about taking the photo in the first place. Only 36 pictures allowed remember….

I’m on a mission to use my film camera again. Now….mmmmm…..where to get a film….

Posted in Inspiration, Inspire me

Thursday

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November 2013

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The crew is coming

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As is well documented HERE, I have a deep seated, but relatively new, pure lusty, dirty love for the brand J Crew. In my mind if I could dress like a J crew girl every day I would be happy. There’s something about the mixology, the colours, the opposites attracting that ~ to me ~ just make each outfit look so god damn cool! I envy all those American lass’ who can {as I did last year} simply pop into a J crew boutique and get a proper look and feel and try on of their latest collections. It always makes such a difference. Looking on t’internet sometimes just doesn’t cut the mustard…..

WELL….We have waited patiently, My Shoelets, and we are finally being rewarded because J crew is COMING TO LONDON TOMORROW!!!!!!

Yes. Friday 8th November at 10am the doors to J Crew’s Regent street store are opening to us Brits and we get to BUY WITHOUT SHIPPING COSTS! WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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It’s not going to be cheap, I can tell you that now, but it will be worth the investment and I strongly suggest you all head on over to the new flagship store and take a gander. Take in that gorgeous cashmere,  try on their all too cool for school high heeled pumps and be inspired by their styling and sheer sexiness.

Maybe I’ll see you there…or on here showcasing a few new gems.

Ps. This post is in no way endorsed by J crew but I bloody wish it were!

Posted in Inspiration, J crew

Thursday

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October 2013

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Tartan army {part two}

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Remember this?

Well, as I unearthed my kilts the other day and wondered when I would be able to wear them, what with this warm October, I realised I would finally be able to fulfill a life long dream sartorial dream. A kilt with bare legs. Doesn’t it just make sense though? Opposites attract & all that shaboozle!!! To avoid my kilts being old & fusty & dated I teamed her with an, albeit very pale now, bare leg, a heel & a denim jacket. BOOM! I’m FINALLY getting to grips with this kilt lark.

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{d.i.m.d.i denim jacket, ms selfridge shirt, vintage kilt, kg heels, orla kiely bag, m&s sunnies}

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How do you all feel about the kilt? 

Too much? Too traditional? Too trendy?

DO let me know ~ please feel free to post on RSNK’s FB ~  if you find others wearing kilts and killing it.

Always want to be inspired.

 

Posted in Inspiration, Kilt kult, Outfit city

Thursday

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October 2013

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Wednesday

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October 2013

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Rise to the occasion ~ Cocktail week

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It’s been a while since I’ve had to Rise to the Occasion ~ HA! Who am I kidding! Every Wednesday is dress up day for me!! No but seriously, I mean an actual occasion when other people might dress up with me. London cocktail week seemed like the perfect opportunity as we had a personally selected liquor  for our store and served Elderflower and Prosecco cocktails for a couple of days. In my head I merged cocktails and couture as I headed to my closet.

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{grandma wyn’s burberry trench coat, hobbs cardi, #diditmyselfdidnti may dress, gifted belt and net skirt, m&s petticoat & sunnies, kg heels, reworked leather bag from rokit {remember her from here?}}

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I’d been wanting to wear this Did It Myself, Didn’t I dress, by May, all summer but there just never seemed the right occasion. It’s racer back, tight and short. Had I taken her to old Sunny Spain she might have got an airing but alas she didn’t make the cut. Teaming her with not one but two skirts {you know I love a double skirt action HERE, HERE& HERE} I added a slip and a gifted net skirt to make my outfit wearable, comfortable and cocktail ready.

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Posted in Comfy chic, Did It Myself, Didn't I, Inspiration, Outfit city, Rise to the occasion

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