Saturday, 3 August 2013

Ebay Saturday

As you have probably guessed, I'm in need of some money and some space in my wardrobe. So, here are some items I have on ebay at the moment, woop woop. 

Monday, 29 July 2013

Long time no blog speak my friends. How are you? Have you managed to ascertain what kind of mood the English weather is in today? I haven't, I've been sweating in my black tights all day. Making bad life choices since '96.

Anyway, the other week was my 'Sixth Form Summer Ball'. We all dressed up proper fancy and the dj played some 'choons', it was a pretty rockin'. A cautionary tale for you children, don't tape a hip flask to your upper leg, it's not klassy or practical, especially when it starts leaking down your leg. Just don't do it. Another good life choice by me.

My dress was my grandma's which she wore for her 21st, made for her by her mum, which was my favourite story to tell everyone on the night! It made me happy. It's now hung in my room, hopefully I'll be able to wear it again soon.

Feel free to play the game, guess which Ellie thinks is her 'side'. Have you guessed yet?!


by me.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Gonna make my own money, gonna buy my own land

Blazer- Zara    Dress- H&M

The end of exams are in sight, just two more gruelling ones then I'm done. *victory dance to come on eileen*. I've become such a regular in the public library now that I know when all the librarians have their shifts. I KNOW WHEN TO AVOID YOU LADY THAT LIKES COMPLETE EAR SPLITTING SILENCE, I KNOW WHEN YOU WORK. Not that that makes any difference to me, seeing as I'm usually there revising on my own. PARTY HARD. 

If you have exams, I hope they're going a-okay. Hit the books, they don't hit back. Fight with the bull, get the horns. Hugs not drugs. You can do it guys, I believe in you. 

Until next time.

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Damn that girl like avian prints.

Jumpsuit- Topshop

She's only gone and done two posts in the same amount of days. Look at her go! Unbelievable! She loves avian patterned clothes! 

This jumpsuit cost me a meagre ten pounds. No one wanted a jumpsuit covered in swans, it seems like a very workable item to me. Definitely something Gok would throw in a capsule wardrobe.

These were taken in the two minutes in the whole day I wasn't trying to swallow a revision guide whole. Are you bored of hearing about my revision yet? I'd like to write about something interesting BUT MY WHOLE LIFE IS JUST REVISION. I SEE FLASH CARDS AND FELT TIPS WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES. 

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye

Jacket-Mum's    Sunglasses-Chloe   Skirt- Homemade
  Dog- model's own

I'm making a very concious effort to not type this in capitols. VERY concious. My first exam is on the 15th, it seemed only natural to make a skirt out of parrot fabric instead of learning about Ireland (1860-1922). Oh and dancing to Come on Eileen round my room, Perks of Being a Wallflower style. MAD JAZZ HANDS. This is my recommended remedy for exam stress. Feel like you're drowning in your lack of knowledge? Actually starting to miss the shit jokes in the CGP revision guide? Get a nervous twitch every time you hear someone mutter the words 'exam preparation'?

Throw Come on Eileen on . Jazz hands and erratic leg movements, sorted. I might post you a tutorial.

This is quite a dull outfit, I'm sorry. I thought maybe the fact my skirt had parrots on made up for it, but you can't really see them. Sad, sad times. So in order to remedy that I put a picture of my dog, Heatly, in. Obviously.

Hopefully I'll see you on the other side of exams, if not I'll be found in a dark corner of my room rocking and stuttering about Stalin's Russia and the use of Latin subjunctives. Maybe Michael Davitt 'the one armed bandit' or Charles Stewart Parnell, 'the uncrowned king of Ireland', if you're lucky.

Monday, 1 April 2013

California, you're paradise.



Sunday, 10 March 2013

A post in which I discuss Mr Selfridge

This weekend will see the concluding episode of 'Mr. Selfridge' on ITV. As an audience we are all hoping they're just going to wheel out the yellow bags soon. Over recent months we've been pretty much choking on period dramas. Has there always been that many or have I only just started noticing them? Anyway, Mr Selfridge is the last of that batch and we seem to be moving onto murdered children and towns wrapped in secrets now.

But what's interesting with these period dramas, or at least interesting if you're me, is how we get to see the women portrayed. Of course within historical context we're expecting women without voting rights and not in  a subordinate role. For just this we need no look no further than the BBC's 'Ripper Street' which concluded a couple of weeks ago. Wasn't it lovely to see a man bare knuckle fighting and Victorian prostitutes being murdered? I should probably give the BBC some credit, I mean they did give us a runaway nobility in the guise of a straight talking brothel boss, who stood by the whole series whilst her husband slept with her employees, and a weedy wife who flounced around doing charity work. Which is all very admirable but she really was quite annoying, always rushing off to go help another orphaned child.

And so we return to Mr. Selfridge, a show which Jeremy Piven has somehow managed to shout through the entirety of. Literally the guy shouted his way out a of coma, there's flamboyant and then there's that.  ('BUT WHAT ABOUT THE STORE?!' 'CRABE, I'VE JUST HAD A FANTASTIC IDEA!!!!!!!!')  What I also find distracting is the way his collar tips are made in such a way that they form a bow tie above is real tie.

See what I mean?!
 But if you look further and examine the female characters within the show, I think that's where the beauty of it lies. We have Ms Revilliaz (I couldn't find a spelling anywhere so I've gone for the phonetic, always a trusty way), head of fashion, an audacious devil who dares to get her ankles out and not wear a corset. Naturally she's part of the suffragette movement. I couldn't help feeling that she was perhaps a bit of a straw feminist though, although there's nothing that really undermines her as a character, yet. She did manage to cheer up the moody heartbroken one with an invitation to a suffragette meeting which was an interesting move.

Although if you follow me on twitter you'll know I cannot disguise my love for Lady Mae. I just want to be her when I grow up. Tweets such as 'Lady Mae is just swag as fuck' may have happened. She just defines fabulous, she is like a majestic lithe giraffe with a head of exploded poodle fur going about doing whatever she wants. She also happens to run a lot of suffragette meetings, which is nice. So far in between all the looking graceful and slightly sultry underneath a rather large hat she's managed to get Mr Selfridge a backer for his store and help him out with some business with the bank. This is also while she goes around and sleeping with whoever she fancies , does what she wants doesn't she (I'm ignoring the part where Victor dumped her, although I'm more than happy to take his place). If you were worrying though about the fact that she seems without flaws don't worry, she was put very subtly in her place with reference to the fact that the reason she's taken Rosalie Selfridge under her wing is because she doesn't have children of her own, which of course would plague her greatly as a woman. I mean I know that would be like an actual issue for a woman back then but come on, can't we just have one female character in a period drama that didn't seem too fussed about this?

 She really is an interesting character to see, it's a nice change from old moaney Mary from Downton and really boring 'little champion' Denise from 'The Paradise', who spent the whole series trying to please her uncle or her impeccably dressed boss. Oh there were some good waistcoats.

Whilst we're on the subject of the suffragette's they managed to blag themselves a whole episode arc the other week! Viewers were quaking in their seats as they wondered whether these banshee women posed a threat to Selfridges and what was worse was Mr Selfridge was off busy being in a coma! Well, someone had to step in a sort this out after shit hit the fan when Lady Mae's women's suffrage meeting was cancelled by the store, and trust nobody wants the terrific Lady Mae to get angry. Although we couldn't really expect an actual insight into how the movement affected the store, it would've been nice to see the opinions of some of the staff but hey ho. Anyway, I don't want you to fret! The suffragettes were stopped. But how did they do it I hear you cry! It seems that a pretty window display of dresses all thought up by the man willing to step into the role was all it took. Come on Anges, what are you doing poncing around with Mr Eclair, surely you could've come up with that. You've been throwing scarves around for the last two episodes!

Overall the show's given us a couple of refreshing characters, even if they do seem to have their foundations in ones we've seen before oh but I just want to be Lady Mae so much, apart from that bit in the last episode where Victor knocked her down, but she can come back from that. I KNOW IT.

Monday, 18 February 2013


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Well as you can see, I've gone for a name change. I thought perhaps maybe it was time for a name change after nearly three years. 

I'll still post outfit posts because that's my main forte but what I want to write and post about has altered now to when  I was fourteen/fifteen. What I'm ultimately aiming for here is some outfit pictures with some posts of varying intelligence thrown in to spice things up. Kind of like a sponge cake with chocolate chips which sometimes turn out to be raisins. 

Damn you raisins.

So, here is an outfit post and I will write an articulate and eloquent soon. Yes, I shall get on that right now. I'll stop sitting on my bed looking overly cheerful and start looking pensive and being insightful.

 Dress- The Vintage Emporium 

Saturday, 16 February 2013

I'm still alive. Unlike these flowers. I'll be back soon, I promise.

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Lets do the time warp again... and again... and again

Action shot as the announcement for the start of the show went off. 

 corset- ebay, shorts h&m, nerdiness- model's own

It was my birthday on Wednesday (the big one seven) and as a special treat went and got myself some tickets to go see Rocky Horror... again. I can't help myself! It's just so good.  I've got a problem. I can quote nearly the whole thing with my friend. OKAY. I ADMIT IT. I'M A FAN GIRL. 
Is that what you wanted?!

But srzly it's so amaze. Oliver Thornton's Frank is so fantastic and sexy and lawd, I'm off again. His thighs are made of genuine steel. They don't move at all, there's pure rock beneath those fishnets. 

So, as you can see I went as Columbia. Pretty pleased with my outfit considering it cost me about a tenner over all seeing as a I owned the shorts and just threw some ribbon at them, glittered the corset myself and got the tail coat and bow tie with an amazon voucher, and vouchers aren't really money. 

However I'd just like to make a public apology to the man sat in front of me and tp the cleaning staff of New Wimbledon Theatre for covering the man's bald head and the floor around my seat in glitter. I'll know to use stronger glue and to time warp less enthusiastically next time. I'M SORRY. I didn't mean to make it look like there had been a fairy massacre around my seat or that Edward Cullen had followed me from the seat to the ice cream.  

Oh no. Oh no. I've just seen the dates for Southampton. That's only a train journey away. 

Friday, 4 January 2013

Skirt- Topshop    Jacket-Vintage (Snoopers Attic)   Top- Made by me.

I should be revising for January mock exams, instead of revising today I have started writing a book, a screenplay for a new TV show and made some beans on toast. My hopes aren't high for these results, however I feel differently about my chances of becoming a published author/screen writer/master chef contestant by the age of 17.

Last night I saw The Rocky Horror Show in Brighton, it was just so fabulous. I love Rocky Horror so much that I have just let my phone ring that awkward second too long in lesson because my ringtone was 'Sweet Transvestite'. It really spiced up Irish history I feel. There was just so many sparkles, sequins, sing a longs, corsets and fishnets it was stupendous. If you follow me on twitter  you'll know how much I just didn't want to leave. I was more than happy to sleep out the back on a make shift bed of a feather boa and wait it out for the next showing.

Apologies for the awful mismatch of photos I was too excited to grab some good ones. Couldn't help but LOL a little at what the original wearer of this vintage tail coat would think of it being worn by a girl, to a musical about a transvestite from outer space. Probably a little different from it's first outing.