can tell i'm bored, i'm blogging. have returned once more to the 7th layer of hell, Nuneaton. if dante had been witness to this pinnacle of class and style, he'd have no doubt re-thought his divine comedy. time seems to wade through honey here, a solitary hour stretched into a laborious, gruelling transformation spanning weeks.
I haven't even got any male candy to occupy other thoughts. Nope, its just me, the rentals and 2 obese guinea pigs watching fuck all on a 52 inch tv, complete with cinema surround. its all getting a bit papa roach tbh.
the pros and cons are on an even scale.
pro : have rediscovered interpol.
con : saw my dad naked the other day.
pro : catching up on alot of reading.
con : can't write anything decent here.
pro : detoxed my liver
con : have eaten all of the food designated for the next global disaster relief effort.
pro : getting to watch flight of the conchords everyday.
con : if i'm not up by 11, my mum bangs the door with the hoover, then asks innocently ' oh did i wake you?'
pro : eating other food groups than cereal, malted milks and tequilla.
con : i have to communicate with people more often than i usually would prefer. for example, i do not enjoy talking until 1pm, but small talk is apparently mother's favourite past time. GOD.
had some fairly decent presents, no pony though. apparently kitchen roof needed doing, so the money they would have used to buy tabitha went on that. some people are so facking selfish.
managing to wile away some time on here, mostly amusing myself with smosh and the midnight beast, a touch of south park thrown in for equal measure.
there is a minor theory i've been tossing around for a while though. just recently, i've really gotten back into music, and theres a point where you have to choose music over films, tv everything. it just takes up too much time to bother with any other outlet. it begun with me assessing the two types of 'music' fans.
the first claims to be into one or two genres, listens to radio one, buys their compact discs from hmv where they chat with other one's about the genius of brandon flowers and enjoy dancing around to consumer dance at the local discoteque, shandy in hand.
the second becomes a bit religious about music, actually losing days finding new bands etc whilst being able to recall a specific rundown of favourites and the exact point in life where they first stumbled upon these gems, and goes out of their way to visit the really good but forgotten vinyl shop in temple street, donning massive headphones to avoid inane converse about what they are listening to.
i fear i have fallen into the latter. i used to be a one, but something changed. i think radio one pushed me to my limits. after 7, fine its all good. but before that, its become a murky wasteland for chart filler, all of which offer shit lyrics over a generic backing and frankly shoddy harmonies. YES I'M LOOKING AT YOU PIXIE LOTT. this isn't me being a snob, i love really GOOD pop. but ooo echo and the bunneymen just came on....i digress, mainstream music is on its last legs. britney got fat, the strokes clean and dido well she's dead i shot her. but let's keep that between us
so i don't know whether to continue my pilgrimage in to the centre of the melodic universe, with ian curtis and lou reed as tour guides, or give in before its too late and go back to only having a passing interest rather than an obsessive need. hmmm. x
p.s. those of you claim to be into 'all sorts', i'd rather spit on you than share an ipod.
Tuesday
Saturday
nye
i'm having a nye house party, and there are two dilemmas bothering me.
1. THE DRESS.
so it goes without saying that i have to have an amazing dress. with me being the host, i have to look banging. buuutt, i don't want to work the usual boobzilla look, and cleavage is my trademark. well, that, giant hair and the inability to stand up...so yeah. tricky. the primary option is this peter pan collar dress from asos.
1. THE DRESS.
so it goes without saying that i have to have an amazing dress. with me being the host, i have to look banging. buuutt, i don't want to work the usual boobzilla look, and cleavage is my trademark. well, that, giant hair and the inability to stand up...so yeah. tricky. the primary option is this peter pan collar dress from asos.
i like the colour, and the fact its a bit different.
2. THE KISS.
in an ideal world, michael buble would be singing at my house for new year, and as the clock struck 12 he'd serenade me before literally snogging my face off. but, hes not texting me back so seems a bit doubtful tbh. guess i'll end up kissing my assistant A, although even she's abandoned me tonight to swill booze with elderly work colleagues NO LIE. oh well. bridget is on soon. x
Tuesday
Friday
eyes closed, exhale.
It's getting a bit deep here so handle with care. After a few weeks spents wondering the heady wastelands of emotional craziness, i feel as though i'm finally clawing my sanity back. this is largely due in part to 3 ladies.
the first, M, is a fairly new addition to my life, but i feel to return to an existence without her and our hugely intense analysis of everything and anything would be akin to losing a leg. I'd remember what it felt like to have the limb, but attempting to continue without it, memory ingrained, would be too painful. It helps that she's hugely attractive, neither of us are keen on the fuggos, but this particular brand of beauty runs deeper than flesh, and shes a rare breed. The patience and kindness she offers to all makes me thankful that we're chums.
the second is Regina Spektor. We can all depend on her, but 'samson' and 'laughing with' have spoken volumes recently. the third is Laura Marling, who i'll remain ever faithful to. 'goodbye england' could have been written for current circumstances. they both just get it, unlike that vile child Pixie Lott and her ratty wig. BLEURGH.
the reason for the coco-loco sitch is the same as ever. MEN. the joyous race. i've been trying to plug various heart wounds by drinking copious amounts of rum and mingling furiously. Of course, any trained shrink could have pointed out the flaws in such plans, and eventually it all became a bit much. the addition of tonsillitis, picked up from one such charming chap who lied about various articles, didn't help. the time needed to recover did though; the result a fresh moment of clarity. and so the process begins once more, to find happiness just being...me. whoever that is. x
the first, M, is a fairly new addition to my life, but i feel to return to an existence without her and our hugely intense analysis of everything and anything would be akin to losing a leg. I'd remember what it felt like to have the limb, but attempting to continue without it, memory ingrained, would be too painful. It helps that she's hugely attractive, neither of us are keen on the fuggos, but this particular brand of beauty runs deeper than flesh, and shes a rare breed. The patience and kindness she offers to all makes me thankful that we're chums.
the second is Regina Spektor. We can all depend on her, but 'samson' and 'laughing with' have spoken volumes recently. the third is Laura Marling, who i'll remain ever faithful to. 'goodbye england' could have been written for current circumstances. they both just get it, unlike that vile child Pixie Lott and her ratty wig. BLEURGH.
the reason for the coco-loco sitch is the same as ever. MEN. the joyous race. i've been trying to plug various heart wounds by drinking copious amounts of rum and mingling furiously. Of course, any trained shrink could have pointed out the flaws in such plans, and eventually it all became a bit much. the addition of tonsillitis, picked up from one such charming chap who lied about various articles, didn't help. the time needed to recover did though; the result a fresh moment of clarity. and so the process begins once more, to find happiness just being...me. whoever that is. x
sexual healing.
yeah, so seeing as i'm hugely skilled in the art of seduction thought i'd share some tips with you.
*5 : sleep with your mouth open so not only do you look highly attractive, the bacteria on your tongue can develop into a becoming aroma and you're always ready for action.
*5 : sleep with your mouth open so not only do you look highly attractive, the bacteria on your tongue can develop into a becoming aroma and you're always ready for action.
Monday
wake up in the morning feelin like winehouse.
BEAST of a weekend. went out on fri, as per, and spent sat at work resembling the living dead. memory loss is becoming more common, i think its in part to our old buddy smirnoff. vodka does actually send me nuts. yeah so woke up in unusual circumstances on sat, and had to resort to using airwick as febreeze as literally could not function to put together new clothing combo. it was not a good experience for me.
last night went to see harry potter finally, but the highlight of the event was a man tripping down the stairs. i'm so mature. i also engaged in some light banter with the underage server, Joey, making innuendos about hot sauce.
i think i'm having a certain variety of crisis. all i can think about is dying my hair pastel pink and reinstating my lip-ring. its 2004 all over again. x
last night went to see harry potter finally, but the highlight of the event was a man tripping down the stairs. i'm so mature. i also engaged in some light banter with the underage server, Joey, making innuendos about hot sauce.
i think i'm having a certain variety of crisis. all i can think about is dying my hair pastel pink and reinstating my lip-ring. its 2004 all over again. x
Tuesday
Sunday
hands on the wheel
have somehow returned back to the same stepping stone as 4 months ago. last week managed to go from constant rave to veering out of control, and am now self medicating with wine and valium, which numbs some of the issues but not all and so the night terrors have returned. don't mean to shut people out, but its easier. sorry. x
Thursday
the adventures of mini-jen
going to start a sister blog detailing the life and loves of my fanjina aka mini-jen. shes a temperamental, unique being and demands alot of my time.
dangerous and frankly awful situations shes got me into include sneaking males into the house whilst my parents slept in the next room and an unfortunate incident with a trampoline which resulted in a hospital visit. mini-jen, or MJ, is currently having a nap but she'll be around later to dispense wisdom and truth. x
dangerous and frankly awful situations shes got me into include sneaking males into the house whilst my parents slept in the next room and an unfortunate incident with a trampoline which resulted in a hospital visit. mini-jen, or MJ, is currently having a nap but she'll be around later to dispense wisdom and truth. x
do the twist.
right i realise your all probs fed up of this continous theme in my blogging, but am very hungover. and by very i mean i am close to death. send some variety of care package please. went to the local armpit DnE, and was pretty much hammered when got there, ate copious amounts of face, fell off the stage and pulled my double chin out repeatedly. so yeah.......interesting.
i'm so bruised :( but on the plus side i just found a jelly bean. x
i'm so bruised :( but on the plus side i just found a jelly bean. x
Wednesday
Tuesday
your highness.
yeah so kate and prince wills are engaged. bet mommy dearest loves that, having groomed the entire middleton clan to resemble a family which would not be out of place in jilly cooper land, uptight but scandal logged. Kate no doubt saw the heir a mile off before they'd even be formally introduced, sniffing out the potential to do fuck all for the next 60 years and hatched the plot to sink her glossy talons into the balding, less attractive son of Princess Di (although to be fair, Harry is only better looking because he has no actual DNA links with Charlie).
the big hoopla is because vanilla face has secured diana's engagement ring, all £28,000 worth of it. and can i just say, that has to be the fugliest ring i've ever seen. i'd have rather had a range rover sport.
diana ain't happy.
http://twitter.com/dianainheaven
apparently they'll wed next year. i'm going to wear white and take james hewitt as my plus one, see how that goes down with the unfortunate looking germans. x
the big hoopla is because vanilla face has secured diana's engagement ring, all £28,000 worth of it. and can i just say, that has to be the fugliest ring i've ever seen. i'd have rather had a range rover sport.
diana ain't happy.
http://twitter.com/dianainheaven
apparently they'll wed next year. i'm going to wear white and take james hewitt as my plus one, see how that goes down with the unfortunate looking germans. x
lewd behaviour william? oh ur just like ur mother! all you need to do now is manipulate the press and wear alot of pastel tones.
awful. just awful.
i'm so hungover i wish i was dead. no exaggeration there. crawled into bed about 6ish, having had a delicious evening full of wannabe breakdancing, tequilla and ridiculing others amourous decisions. just had a bath to try and wash away the sin, which felt hugely decadent at this time of day, but fear will have to be hosed down by industrial cleaners. would write more but i'm currently seeing multiple laptop screens. x
ALSO, J, I LOVE U! know you're having a tough time but remember if you ever feel gash, we've always got the stress boobs and chat roulette.
ALSO, J, I LOVE U! know you're having a tough time but remember if you ever feel gash, we've always got the stress boobs and chat roulette.
Friday
fight for my right.
i'm literally dying to go out and dance. its 11 mins past midnight, virtually the birth of the evening, and everyone is either too hungover, asleep or broke to go out. ARRGHHHH. my guinea pigs need vitamin c to live and similarly i need the exchange of sexual tension and mild body fluids across a sticky dancefloor.
i can imagine all those smug bastards in my personal mecca, le disco, having the time of their tiny lives whilst i sit in, stuffing peanut m&m's down my chops dying to be in their place. WAAA. all those i usually nudge in such times of need have let me down. fat whores.
went to see the 'winter wonderland' in town. i was not in wonder. the lesbigay police bird said fireworks were cancelled due to wind as was the giant ferris wheel service, the love of my life (for this week) didn't come out, and the weather is literally a wizard of oz tornado sitch. the lights did look cute though, in a victorian fairytale way. at least all the bulbs are white, where i'm from xmas decorations switch on equals jeremy kyle components hashing out their beef in the street, multiple fathered off-spring in tow, illuminated by robotic dr.zeus vomit, which only half works. rudolphs rear end may be galloping across the evening sky but blitzer and fritzl have shattered his front legs.
only plus is i'm rather excited for haye v. harrison fight on sat. 'Quinn, you like boxing?' i hear you cry. erm, two attractive chaps smashing the life out of each other (in a non-gay way), of course i like boxing!
btw, telling me i should have gone out last night helps NO-ONE. NO-ONE. take note, A
I have a 9am lecture, but no intention of sleeping for some time. all this energy...whats a girl to do?! x
i can imagine all those smug bastards in my personal mecca, le disco, having the time of their tiny lives whilst i sit in, stuffing peanut m&m's down my chops dying to be in their place. WAAA. all those i usually nudge in such times of need have let me down. fat whores.
went to see the 'winter wonderland' in town. i was not in wonder. the lesbigay police bird said fireworks were cancelled due to wind as was the giant ferris wheel service, the love of my life (for this week) didn't come out, and the weather is literally a wizard of oz tornado sitch. the lights did look cute though, in a victorian fairytale way. at least all the bulbs are white, where i'm from xmas decorations switch on equals jeremy kyle components hashing out their beef in the street, multiple fathered off-spring in tow, illuminated by robotic dr.zeus vomit, which only half works. rudolphs rear end may be galloping across the evening sky but blitzer and fritzl have shattered his front legs.
only plus is i'm rather excited for haye v. harrison fight on sat. 'Quinn, you like boxing?' i hear you cry. erm, two attractive chaps smashing the life out of each other (in a non-gay way), of course i like boxing!
btw, telling me i should have gone out last night helps NO-ONE. NO-ONE. take note, A
I have a 9am lecture, but no intention of sleeping for some time. all this energy...whats a girl to do?! x
Tuesday
oh dear ring the rspca. plus the nspcc. maybe even the rspb. defo the ymca.
N, my housemate, has just informed me she would name her shetland pony Tubbs, then talking it a step too far, implied the name may be practical for her offspring also....poor bastards. x
fingers crossed.
re-reading this gem in the hope a millionaire will drop out the sky and deem me lustrous enough for tiffany....stranger things have happened x
wish list.
oi fags, these are on my xmas list, and failure to provide will result in a hostage sitch Raoul Moat styley. x
disney couture interlocking bangles, £49, ASOS.
Faux ostrich frame bag, £32, ASOS.
josh homme, hottest man in the world, priceless, Hollywood. drooool <3
what is it about ginger bastards? male crack.
Monday
another day, another disease.
i seem to blog most when i'm infected by the spores of green gunge and misery from well-wishers NO I DON'T WANT A FUCKING FRUIT CAKE NANA JUST STOP COUGHING ON ME. so yeah, here we are once more, me with too much time on my hands coupled with the inability to leave this skank pit and u wishing u'd never made eye contact with my fine self at that god awful house party/ disabled toilet/police line-up that led to the burden of this friendship...etc etc blah blah.
i fear that i have nothing new to tell you...a minor grasp of tawdry dogs sniffed some interest around yours truly, but in traditional terms i pushed them towards other prospects, still hugely uninterested by any male who does not fulfil every aspect of the 'hit list'...josh homme, ur still the only love in my life!
due to this weakened state, i've begun watching all the tv programmes i favoured during my jaded youth, such as eerie indiana YYAAAYY! dawsons creek and my current fave young americans, ten points if you watched the latter. my slave A came over last night, and i've been thinking about constructing some variety of bell aparatus that links her chamber to mine so she can scurry across the diagon alley linking our houses at anytime of the day (or night) to tend to my needs. its necessary, i'm sure she wouldn't mind. i mean, i am the centre of her life, and in the misty dawns as she dressses, no doubt she gazes upon the folds of polyester and plaid to think 'what would QUINN wear?'
began planning the nye party of the century (well of my road), so far the decorations consist of fairy lights...and balloons. if i want it to be featured in the harpers society pages, i need to step the game up. a sleb could be a good way to go....yes, why didn't i think of this sooner? now, dear readers, as you know i lead an exciting life so patrons of the arts and stage are at my beck and call. prepared to be amazed by this tale... ROY FROM CORRIE CAME ROUND MY HOUSE FOR TEA WHEN I WAS 8.....! i know right? truth be told, i was unimpressed at the time, mostly due to us having some sausage based tea and the decision was made, without my written consent, to give the tranny lover 3 pork fingers whilst i, a poor , starving (slightly overweight) child was given only 1... ABUSE. but no doubt, he'd love to come to the party of the screaming brat who may or may not have said I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS I WANT MY SAUSAGES to him....hmmm.
the more pressing matter is, what the jeff am i going to wear. i'm not pulling, it would be a bit trash at my own partay, so i need not worry about minor flags like the tights v. no tights debate ALWAYS TIGHTS, I HAVE SHOCKING LEGS, YUCK. now do i go retro, classic, current high street, abstract... guys just get to put a shirt and bit of deo on and they're done (my sweet gays u no i'm not talking about u, u make more effort than Cher and i love you for it x) a possible option is one of those tunic-y dresses with sheer sleeves and beaded cuffs...but its quite safe no? i've lost a tiny bit of weight, but i'm nowhere near comfortable in spandex, so i may have to return the leopard catsuit...maybe.
watched shallow hal last night. its not the best is it? the farrelly brothers can do alot better even though it had mainstream success. me, myself and irene now is far superior, when he first turns into hank?! haaaa.
i don't wanna get too preachy and attempt to make 'a point', i loathe writers who trial such tactics, but SH has multiple points of truth in though, for all women, and every girl who watched it sees a little of themselves in it i think, maybe i just feels it applies more to me. x
Rosemary to Hal: Look, I know what I am and I know what I'm not. I'm the girl who, you know, gets really good grades and who's not afraid to be funny. And I'm the girl who has a lot of friends who are boys and no boyfriends. I'm not beautiful, ok, and I never will be. And I'm fine with that. But when you go around saying I'm something that I'm not, it's just, it's just not nice.
i fear that i have nothing new to tell you...a minor grasp of tawdry dogs sniffed some interest around yours truly, but in traditional terms i pushed them towards other prospects, still hugely uninterested by any male who does not fulfil every aspect of the 'hit list'...josh homme, ur still the only love in my life!
due to this weakened state, i've begun watching all the tv programmes i favoured during my jaded youth, such as eerie indiana YYAAAYY! dawsons creek and my current fave young americans, ten points if you watched the latter. my slave A came over last night, and i've been thinking about constructing some variety of bell aparatus that links her chamber to mine so she can scurry across the diagon alley linking our houses at anytime of the day (or night) to tend to my needs. its necessary, i'm sure she wouldn't mind. i mean, i am the centre of her life, and in the misty dawns as she dressses, no doubt she gazes upon the folds of polyester and plaid to think 'what would QUINN wear?'
began planning the nye party of the century (well of my road), so far the decorations consist of fairy lights...and balloons. if i want it to be featured in the harpers society pages, i need to step the game up. a sleb could be a good way to go....yes, why didn't i think of this sooner? now, dear readers, as you know i lead an exciting life so patrons of the arts and stage are at my beck and call. prepared to be amazed by this tale... ROY FROM CORRIE CAME ROUND MY HOUSE FOR TEA WHEN I WAS 8.....! i know right? truth be told, i was unimpressed at the time, mostly due to us having some sausage based tea and the decision was made, without my written consent, to give the tranny lover 3 pork fingers whilst i, a poor , starving (slightly overweight) child was given only 1... ABUSE. but no doubt, he'd love to come to the party of the screaming brat who may or may not have said I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS I WANT MY SAUSAGES to him....hmmm.
the more pressing matter is, what the jeff am i going to wear. i'm not pulling, it would be a bit trash at my own partay, so i need not worry about minor flags like the tights v. no tights debate ALWAYS TIGHTS, I HAVE SHOCKING LEGS, YUCK. now do i go retro, classic, current high street, abstract... guys just get to put a shirt and bit of deo on and they're done (my sweet gays u no i'm not talking about u, u make more effort than Cher and i love you for it x) a possible option is one of those tunic-y dresses with sheer sleeves and beaded cuffs...but its quite safe no? i've lost a tiny bit of weight, but i'm nowhere near comfortable in spandex, so i may have to return the leopard catsuit...maybe.
watched shallow hal last night. its not the best is it? the farrelly brothers can do alot better even though it had mainstream success. me, myself and irene now is far superior, when he first turns into hank?! haaaa.
i don't wanna get too preachy and attempt to make 'a point', i loathe writers who trial such tactics, but SH has multiple points of truth in though, for all women, and every girl who watched it sees a little of themselves in it i think, maybe i just feels it applies more to me. x
Rosemary to Hal: Look, I know what I am and I know what I'm not. I'm the girl who, you know, gets really good grades and who's not afraid to be funny. And I'm the girl who has a lot of friends who are boys and no boyfriends. I'm not beautiful, ok, and I never will be. And I'm fine with that. But when you go around saying I'm something that I'm not, it's just, it's just not nice.
Sunday
the have and the have nots.
i have : watched three episodes of vintage buffy, drunk a pint of smart price lemonade AKA toilet cleaner, left a rotund booty imprint on the cut price ikea mound moonlighting as a sofa, bid (but lost) on a vivvy westwood tit top and fallen asleep mid telephone convo with the mother-ship.
i have not : packed, eaten anything without additives or regained some minute, gravy-bone shred of dignity.
SLOW NIGHT, SO LONG.
i've been thinking, and the solution to all these rib frissures would be a butler. first name gerrard. meow.
my fellow ginger copine went africa over summer (gap yah!) and i can't talk to her about it without replicating leo dicap's rubbish blood diamond accent. sewth uhfrika?! so i'm guessing thats why she crossed the street earlier and faked a convo with ted the homeless busker. ho-bag.
halloween tomorrow, my FAVE time of year but i've technically already celebrated and am travelling home after work. went out on weds in ghostly adornment, complete with lace tights which i put my finger through multiple times and so went from casper to christina circa DIIRRRTTYYY. nice.
still enjoying sleigh bells way too much, thinking of a tattoo capturing their faces to cover my shakespeare's sister ink.
anyways best go be productive, make my mother proud etc x
i have not : packed, eaten anything without additives or regained some minute, gravy-bone shred of dignity.
SLOW NIGHT, SO LONG.
i've been thinking, and the solution to all these rib frissures would be a butler. first name gerrard. meow.
my fellow ginger copine went africa over summer (gap yah!) and i can't talk to her about it without replicating leo dicap's rubbish blood diamond accent. sewth uhfrika?! so i'm guessing thats why she crossed the street earlier and faked a convo with ted the homeless busker. ho-bag.
halloween tomorrow, my FAVE time of year but i've technically already celebrated and am travelling home after work. went out on weds in ghostly adornment, complete with lace tights which i put my finger through multiple times and so went from casper to christina circa DIIRRRTTYYY. nice.
still enjoying sleigh bells way too much, thinking of a tattoo capturing their faces to cover my shakespeare's sister ink.
anyways best go be productive, make my mother proud etc x
Thursday
wltm
my lonely hearts ad doesn't seem to be generating much interest..... wouldn't u respond to this : 'over-emotional, alcoholic ,alright looking girl seeks man of classic hollywood style looks. must be rich, highly generous, 6ft 4, cage fighter, smell good, like marmite, be selfless in bed, able to apply spray tan and attach hair extensions as well as being an animal lover, part time superhero, trained masseuse, plumber, builder, electrician, underwear model, excellent at poker and trained in cocktail making.
candidate should preferably drive brand new black range rover sport although mercedes owners welcome to apply. please note, if your last suit cost under £3000, skip to Busty Brenda from Wrexham.
i think they'll be banging on my door asap. x
candidate should preferably drive brand new black range rover sport although mercedes owners welcome to apply. please note, if your last suit cost under £3000, skip to Busty Brenda from Wrexham.
i think they'll be banging on my door asap. x
Tuesday
gristle and bone
so once again sorry for never blogging enough, although in my defence i did start this in the summer when i had alot of free time and lack of deadlines at my disposal. saying that, i went out last night...didn't drink (much) though so hangover free today praise the baby jesus. regular readers will know my hangovers are similar to being hit centre chest by a freight train. plus, i spew easily. needless to say, i do try to sidestep that barrel of FUN.
my last post was dramatically ambiguous, and i'm going to keep it that way. i'm not trying to create an illusion that i'm a vital cog of some exciting circus (the most thrilling task i partake in now is moisturising) and i do divulge most of the gore, but that particular detail will remain cloudy. its too hard to talk about so its best laid to rest in the shallow grave destined for my friend.
RIGHT. shizer day, raining AGAIN (don't know why we're ever surprised by this guaranteed constant). therefore, in the spirit of autumn showers and the student lifestyle, i've bunked off shorthand to penn this blog, which seems even more pointless everytime i look over what i've wrote. i am posting some fashion guff in a bit, but if any potential employers ever read this as a writing reference, the vacancy would defo go to sarah, laura or any other blah blahs competing against my low experience and acerbic wit. SIGH.
gutted missed Warpaint in Liverpool on Sat. They were playing at the kazimier which is a GREAT gig venue, very organic, it could easily be located in New York's East Side as opposed to Merseyside. such a good band, at odds with everything currently being spat out of LA. going to see Lissie in dec tho, i enjoy light country; the music of big hair and pain. amen Patsy Cline.
still on the same page regarding men. FUCK OFF tends to be the response for any half-witted scally who mistakes my cut-glass stare for heated desire (because nothing says i want you like a restraining order). i dunno...it all just seems weak and unfulfilled, whats the point?
i'm going home on sunday to see the family, feel a bit guilty having become the prodigal daughter recently. being the only one, my absence echoes, and having avoided my murky roots for roughly 5ish months, my mother made a request to see my face asap. it won't be too bad, its just no one ever really leaves nuneaton, and returning fills me with total fear that i'll become one of the faceless buggy-pusher tribe, distinguished by their screaming spawn and scraggy high pony-tails. Chester wasn't my first choice for uni, glasgow recieved that pleasure, but as with life, it didn't work out. the only reason i planned to go to such extreme lengths to achieve distance was because i was running away from my own version of hell, located east of birmingham. hmmm.
in other news, didn't realise i owned so many pairs of see through leggings. joy. also, i've never learnt to rollerskate, blame being a fat child, so i have decided i 10000% need to learn because its a life skill. i could be a rollerskating superhero, swooping through automatic doors to help those with a shoelace or flappy hem entangled amongst the machinery of a rogue escalator DON'T LAUGH BECAUSE THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN SPAIN. scary 2 minutes of my life.
having a halloween themed event 2moro nite so should go into town to source some genre of apparel. was thinking i might just go as a battered sausage by wearing a too tight dress and rolling in ronseal. YUMMY. in a bit kids x
P.S. CHECK OUT THE BRILLIANT SONG ELEPHANTS BY WARPAINT AT BOTTOM OF MY PAGE <3
my last post was dramatically ambiguous, and i'm going to keep it that way. i'm not trying to create an illusion that i'm a vital cog of some exciting circus (the most thrilling task i partake in now is moisturising) and i do divulge most of the gore, but that particular detail will remain cloudy. its too hard to talk about so its best laid to rest in the shallow grave destined for my friend.
RIGHT. shizer day, raining AGAIN (don't know why we're ever surprised by this guaranteed constant). therefore, in the spirit of autumn showers and the student lifestyle, i've bunked off shorthand to penn this blog, which seems even more pointless everytime i look over what i've wrote. i am posting some fashion guff in a bit, but if any potential employers ever read this as a writing reference, the vacancy would defo go to sarah, laura or any other blah blahs competing against my low experience and acerbic wit. SIGH.
gutted missed Warpaint in Liverpool on Sat. They were playing at the kazimier which is a GREAT gig venue, very organic, it could easily be located in New York's East Side as opposed to Merseyside. such a good band, at odds with everything currently being spat out of LA. going to see Lissie in dec tho, i enjoy light country; the music of big hair and pain. amen Patsy Cline.
still on the same page regarding men. FUCK OFF tends to be the response for any half-witted scally who mistakes my cut-glass stare for heated desire (because nothing says i want you like a restraining order). i dunno...it all just seems weak and unfulfilled, whats the point?
i'm going home on sunday to see the family, feel a bit guilty having become the prodigal daughter recently. being the only one, my absence echoes, and having avoided my murky roots for roughly 5ish months, my mother made a request to see my face asap. it won't be too bad, its just no one ever really leaves nuneaton, and returning fills me with total fear that i'll become one of the faceless buggy-pusher tribe, distinguished by their screaming spawn and scraggy high pony-tails. Chester wasn't my first choice for uni, glasgow recieved that pleasure, but as with life, it didn't work out. the only reason i planned to go to such extreme lengths to achieve distance was because i was running away from my own version of hell, located east of birmingham. hmmm.
in other news, didn't realise i owned so many pairs of see through leggings. joy. also, i've never learnt to rollerskate, blame being a fat child, so i have decided i 10000% need to learn because its a life skill. i could be a rollerskating superhero, swooping through automatic doors to help those with a shoelace or flappy hem entangled amongst the machinery of a rogue escalator DON'T LAUGH BECAUSE THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN SPAIN. scary 2 minutes of my life.
having a halloween themed event 2moro nite so should go into town to source some genre of apparel. was thinking i might just go as a battered sausage by wearing a too tight dress and rolling in ronseal. YUMMY. in a bit kids x
P.S. CHECK OUT THE BRILLIANT SONG ELEPHANTS BY WARPAINT AT BOTTOM OF MY PAGE <3
Saturday
ouch
crazy time of the night/day to be blogging apologies, but i'm a bit distressed. saw an old friend tonight and i can only really describe him as a mess. drugs have robbed the world of a great talent. i dunno if its love or just concern but i miss u, come back to me. x
Wednesday
A WORD OF WARNING
DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS. BECAUSE THEY'LL BORROW YOUR STUFF, HARRASS YOU AND LEAVE YOU WITH MORE SNOT IN YOUR HEAD THAN THE AVERAGE HOUSE SLUG. i am infected. clammy sweat oozes from every pore, a tireless parade of snot swirls like a witches brew between my temples and i can't stop eating. life is AWFUL.
internship alot better today though, tomorrow i become a bonafide published journalist. however, for now, i'm lounging in my pit of grotesque shame, an oversized disney pyjama set only further contributing to the disgrace. THE MIGHTY HAS INDEED FALLEN. x
p.s. still no freddie. i feel as solitary and lonesome as Hardy follow the demise of his beloved emma. my next step shall be wandering rocky coastal paths, chasing only the ghost of poor freddie's large rump. sob.
internship alot better today though, tomorrow i become a bonafide published journalist. however, for now, i'm lounging in my pit of grotesque shame, an oversized disney pyjama set only further contributing to the disgrace. THE MIGHTY HAS INDEED FALLEN. x
p.s. still no freddie. i feel as solitary and lonesome as Hardy follow the demise of his beloved emma. my next step shall be wandering rocky coastal paths, chasing only the ghost of poor freddie's large rump. sob.
Monday
does anyone...
want to just go and have an adventure? uni is back in full swing, and once again i have itchy feet or whatever the saying is. i doubt it's itchy, maybe restless?
anyways i have £200 in the account, an unused passport and a DIVINE betsey johnson holdall which is dying to be used for a fabulous excursion. so ideas? the cheapest i can get to ny is £394, and whilst i would clobber my own mother over the head with a cut price past season manolo wedge to go, its not likely atm, funds wise an all. i'd do the flight of the conchords tour though, and pick up a copy padded gilet similar to brett's. possibly get a golf sign job too. i've just remembered the lotr inspired video they do in season 2. AMAZING.
paris? i am having a french revival after watching the double decker season finale of satc with the russian and BIG comes to rescue the versace clad damsel. (that dress cost $79,000 fact fans).
i'm feeling ROMA...possibly meet my italian and end my coin throwing days. URGHHH I WANT SOME EXCITEMENT!!!!
started my internship at newspaper last weds...it has not served the purpose i'd hoped tbh. instead of feeling reassured that i'm doing the right thing blah blah i was left bored and fatigued by the toll of local media. media in general. i don't want to write about industrial changes in the north west commercial sector, but spend days languorously splayed upon an oversized chaise longue, eating truffles in a cashmere robe and penning the occasional column entitled 'HOW TO BE FABULOUS' whilst my faithful assistant Chad massages my feet. is that too much to ask?! x
p.s. next door have a fat white persian cat that enjoyed escaping the confines of concrete and rolling in fresh soil. i named him freddie, but i fear the tyrant owners, tired of his mischief, have sold him on ebay. i had planned to steal him and conduct events where he'd be decked out in regal attire. YES I MEAN DRESSING HIM UP. i miss u freddie. please come home.
anyways i have £200 in the account, an unused passport and a DIVINE betsey johnson holdall which is dying to be used for a fabulous excursion. so ideas? the cheapest i can get to ny is £394, and whilst i would clobber my own mother over the head with a cut price past season manolo wedge to go, its not likely atm, funds wise an all. i'd do the flight of the conchords tour though, and pick up a copy padded gilet similar to brett's. possibly get a golf sign job too. i've just remembered the lotr inspired video they do in season 2. AMAZING.
paris? i am having a french revival after watching the double decker season finale of satc with the russian and BIG comes to rescue the versace clad damsel. (that dress cost $79,000 fact fans).
i'm feeling ROMA...possibly meet my italian and end my coin throwing days. URGHHH I WANT SOME EXCITEMENT!!!!
started my internship at newspaper last weds...it has not served the purpose i'd hoped tbh. instead of feeling reassured that i'm doing the right thing blah blah i was left bored and fatigued by the toll of local media. media in general. i don't want to write about industrial changes in the north west commercial sector, but spend days languorously splayed upon an oversized chaise longue, eating truffles in a cashmere robe and penning the occasional column entitled 'HOW TO BE FABULOUS' whilst my faithful assistant Chad massages my feet. is that too much to ask?! x
p.s. next door have a fat white persian cat that enjoyed escaping the confines of concrete and rolling in fresh soil. i named him freddie, but i fear the tyrant owners, tired of his mischief, have sold him on ebay. i had planned to steal him and conduct events where he'd be decked out in regal attire. YES I MEAN DRESSING HIM UP. i miss u freddie. please come home.
Friday
my heart is fond.
yeah so sorry for the lack of love, it was mostly because i was sick of talking about myself tbh (shocking, i know! i mean i am a modern day icon duh) but to prove my adoration to you all and my intense joy from talking shizer, i scrawl this in a guilt filled rush as i'm supposed to be writing some blah blah in journo class....i could eat a badger i'm so hungry!! quinn fans come save me from the prison that is university!! or get one those buckets on a rope and smuggle me in a pasty. after all i've done for you, its the bare minimum return bitches.
I'm with K, and i must say she looks rather fuggo today. x
I'm with K, and i must say she looks rather fuggo today. x
Thursday
teething issues.
PUB GOLF. the time honoured student tradition where seemingly normal individuals dress up like caddy toting twats, treking from booze dens to watering holes, with the aim to get as ratted as possible. how did it go, i hear you cry?! well, i decided to UNDRESS on the dancefloor, ate face with mulitple homosexuals and chipped my tooth. not to mention bruising my entire left side of my body. so yeah. the hangover was divine, as was the 2 hour visit to morrisons. but the icing on the gap-toothed cake was that freshers week begins on sunday. poor liver, its just trying to help me live but i keep knocking it down.
went dentist today, and my drunken antics are going to cost £50 to fix. fail. x
went dentist today, and my drunken antics are going to cost £50 to fix. fail. x
Sunday
r&r
i LOVE the sense of total removal from everything when u put ur head under bathwater. its nice, like walking through the park at 5am after a heavy night out. refreshing. need a snorkel set and i'll be able to escape for hours beneath the murky depths of my own filth.
in hades related news, a customer actively used all words beginning with 'P' today so she could empty her salivary glands directly onto my face. she seemed alarmed i kept inching away, which only encouraged the attack until i was pinned between her rotund form and some beautiful polyester dreams. yummy. it was easily THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. other than the time i got done for armed robbery by my dad. embarassssing.
i know this is also supposed to b a fashion blog but not alot has inspired me of late. the identikit army is still out in force, and although i lust (i love that word : LUST. so much heat behind such a tiny fragment. its not used enough, LUST LUST LUST!) after many of the items they all sport, such as the satchel and the aviator, i can't bring myself to spend my hard earned (ha!) schrapnel on replicas of what everyone else is wearing.
however, one lady has caught my eye. although fictional, Lol in This Is England '86 is a total style icon. i fucking adore the pure androgyny of her outfits, the blunt cut and colour of her hair and the general 'piss off' attitude she swaggers about with.
her post punk/ skinhead mod mashup is divine, and she retains her femininity whilst having an edge. hello girl crush <3 i'm off to get a set of dr martins and a fred perry polo. CHAMPION! x
in hades related news, a customer actively used all words beginning with 'P' today so she could empty her salivary glands directly onto my face. she seemed alarmed i kept inching away, which only encouraged the attack until i was pinned between her rotund form and some beautiful polyester dreams. yummy. it was easily THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. other than the time i got done for armed robbery by my dad. embarassssing.
i know this is also supposed to b a fashion blog but not alot has inspired me of late. the identikit army is still out in force, and although i lust (i love that word : LUST. so much heat behind such a tiny fragment. its not used enough, LUST LUST LUST!) after many of the items they all sport, such as the satchel and the aviator, i can't bring myself to spend my hard earned (ha!) schrapnel on replicas of what everyone else is wearing.
however, one lady has caught my eye. although fictional, Lol in This Is England '86 is a total style icon. i fucking adore the pure androgyny of her outfits, the blunt cut and colour of her hair and the general 'piss off' attitude she swaggers about with.
Friday
Thursday
BOOM-TING!
lessons i learnt today:
1. trainers are an essential item when going to the gym.
2. men are vile and have no shame. ASKING ME OUT ON THE TREADMILL IS NEVER ACCEPTABLE.
3. finding buttons has taken over my life.
4. don't pet cats you don't know.
got my uni schedule, bit naff. i don't pay nearly £4000 to be there everyday!! theres these things called hangovers, and i need 3 personal days per week to deal with them. its a serious health issue you know.
having a gay sleepover with homo no.2 tonight, should be hiwawious. i'm still on the road free of male interest, so bum-bashers are the only testosterone company i keep now (other than R, who trotted like a builder with testicle problems en route to tesco earlier). i've managed to control most of my issues, except when watching smushy stuff on tv (broke another cup in fit of rage yday, oh well.).
my chum K, who looks eerily like a younger version of my mother, which terrifies me when under the influence of UmBongo, got a tatt on her foot. it looks super cute. everyone i know seems to be getting inked, i reallly want to but all the designs i like will result in me resembling a lesbigay. leopard print on the shoulder is an idea i've been toying with since i was born. ok thats an exaggeration, but my love for animal patterns has been bred into me ever since i was first clad in a spotted babygrow on my 20th birthday. no i'm totally kidding...its was my 19th.
plus as well, i have that nagging fear of 'i'll be an old lady covered in tatts. i'll already have enough on my plate when i'm 30, running from the law having shot my wealthy yet cruel husband for his schrapnel, the only warmth in my life supplied by millions of dollars and a beautiful brazillian toyboy called Miquel...sweet Miquel. on the fbi file it'll say 'QUINN: distinguishable marks-'juicy' tattoed across her bum, leopard around her bingo wing.
so yeah. maybe i'll postpone the event until i'm sure/high. piercings are fine, i've only got tiny scars on my face from past mistakes, plus you can hang your keys on them. it used to be a godsend.
can one of you skets come and make me some tea please. the sofa has dragged me in. also, i want a hug, a good hug, from a nice platonic guy friend. shame i've slept with all of mine. DAMMIT! x
p.s. on friends, some one-off character was from PLOUGHKEEPSIE. i'm still laughing now. ploughkeepsie. crazy americans.
1. trainers are an essential item when going to the gym.
2. men are vile and have no shame. ASKING ME OUT ON THE TREADMILL IS NEVER ACCEPTABLE.
3. finding buttons has taken over my life.
4. don't pet cats you don't know.
got my uni schedule, bit naff. i don't pay nearly £4000 to be there everyday!! theres these things called hangovers, and i need 3 personal days per week to deal with them. its a serious health issue you know.
having a gay sleepover with homo no.2 tonight, should be hiwawious. i'm still on the road free of male interest, so bum-bashers are the only testosterone company i keep now (other than R, who trotted like a builder with testicle problems en route to tesco earlier). i've managed to control most of my issues, except when watching smushy stuff on tv (broke another cup in fit of rage yday, oh well.).
my chum K, who looks eerily like a younger version of my mother, which terrifies me when under the influence of UmBongo, got a tatt on her foot. it looks super cute. everyone i know seems to be getting inked, i reallly want to but all the designs i like will result in me resembling a lesbigay. leopard print on the shoulder is an idea i've been toying with since i was born. ok thats an exaggeration, but my love for animal patterns has been bred into me ever since i was first clad in a spotted babygrow on my 20th birthday. no i'm totally kidding...its was my 19th.
plus as well, i have that nagging fear of 'i'll be an old lady covered in tatts. i'll already have enough on my plate when i'm 30, running from the law having shot my wealthy yet cruel husband for his schrapnel, the only warmth in my life supplied by millions of dollars and a beautiful brazillian toyboy called Miquel...sweet Miquel. on the fbi file it'll say 'QUINN: distinguishable marks-'juicy' tattoed across her bum, leopard around her bingo wing.
so yeah. maybe i'll postpone the event until i'm sure/high. piercings are fine, i've only got tiny scars on my face from past mistakes, plus you can hang your keys on them. it used to be a godsend.
can one of you skets come and make me some tea please. the sofa has dragged me in. also, i want a hug, a good hug, from a nice platonic guy friend. shame i've slept with all of mine. DAMMIT! x
p.s. on friends, some one-off character was from PLOUGHKEEPSIE. i'm still laughing now. ploughkeepsie. crazy americans.
Wednesday
dip your toe.
poetry is controversial. not many like it, i can see why. over the years, i've met a few individuals in my classes who have been TWATS, as in narcissitic idiots who believe they are the saviour of verse.
i like writing it, but i think it should be done for yourself. i'll never publish it on here because its just too cringeworthy and egotistical, and it is human nature to indulge in such activities in the expectation we'll recieve praise. but during this current period of, erm i guess self exploration, i have been writing alot more and enjoyed it.
its rare for me to get writers block because i only write when its available; forcing the process would remove the medicinal impact it seems to have upon me. those close to QUINN will be aware i've previously had some issues with our old buddy narcotics, and aside from passages of extreme clarity and soberness, the darker depths of those times would inspire me too. its a healthy process, and think we should all have something to clear our heads and purge the secrets. masturbation doesn't count. i checked in the bible. x
i like writing it, but i think it should be done for yourself. i'll never publish it on here because its just too cringeworthy and egotistical, and it is human nature to indulge in such activities in the expectation we'll recieve praise. but during this current period of, erm i guess self exploration, i have been writing alot more and enjoyed it.
its rare for me to get writers block because i only write when its available; forcing the process would remove the medicinal impact it seems to have upon me. those close to QUINN will be aware i've previously had some issues with our old buddy narcotics, and aside from passages of extreme clarity and soberness, the darker depths of those times would inspire me too. its a healthy process, and think we should all have something to clear our heads and purge the secrets. masturbation doesn't count. i checked in the bible. x
its raining gays.
ok i'm over my alanis morrisette 'whats does it all mean' depresso phase, mostly thanks to the arrival of my slave A and also a fellow ginge W, who have returned form the cold empty wastelands of home back into the arms of campus life.
went out last night to gender blender, possibly the GREATEST gay night in the world. except for G.A.Y. and rainbows in coventry. and liverpool garlands. OOOO and the trans-gender mixer i went to once (everybody kept commenting on how good my surgery was but i still seemed quite manish and could do with making an effort to be female...i didn't want to upset them all and tell them i was born with a vagina, thought it could be seen as gloating, so took it and and spoke like dame edna for the evening, revealing how i was previously 'Rupert' and used to wear a bra to school, stuffed with bread).
managed to stay fairly on the straight and narrow. the text from my mum helped. DON'T DO DRUGS. pretty clear message there. thanks for that pet. drank a bit, but not much, which seemed to disappoint my rapt homo audience, waiting in anticipation for my x-tina moves. but no, my clothes stayed on this time which kept the bouncers and every straight man in the room happy. what has happened to gay men? no joke, last night they all seemed under 5ft, dancing as if on E (or diet pills as M calls them) and making love to themselves in the corner, shot glass an aid to the debuachery. speaking of which, a new accquaintance actually began to rub his fancy's apparatus mid snog ON THE DANCEFLOOR. A was mesmerised.
people can be surprising. in a good way btw, not in a 'oh god u share baths with your mother??!' way. friend of a friend, i'd never spoken to J properly, just held his cardi during a dance-off between himself and 2 asians. nice guy blah blah but all in all a stranger. he was out last night, and i have actually never met anyone who has no ego. fabulous boy, and it was refreshing to be dancing with a straight guy and not be hit on! i'm not saying i'm the best looking who gets every guy, far from it tbh, but most still try it, just to test the water. his moves were a bit like that family guy episode, where peter has no bones in his body. better cleavage than mine tho....have to watch out for that, i'm lime green jelo.
what i can only depict as a SHE-DEVIL rammed her heel into my foot last night before dragging herself off to spew, so i have a golf ball sized bruise on it now. ouch. couldn't get the slap hand out on her though, she fell off the pole. we've all been there.
OH YEAH. A ate face with a guy. he was hot though so we can let her off. should go to gym really...or watch lords of dogtown in bed. god my life is hard. x
went out last night to gender blender, possibly the GREATEST gay night in the world. except for G.A.Y. and rainbows in coventry. and liverpool garlands. OOOO and the trans-gender mixer i went to once (everybody kept commenting on how good my surgery was but i still seemed quite manish and could do with making an effort to be female...i didn't want to upset them all and tell them i was born with a vagina, thought it could be seen as gloating, so took it and and spoke like dame edna for the evening, revealing how i was previously 'Rupert' and used to wear a bra to school, stuffed with bread).
managed to stay fairly on the straight and narrow. the text from my mum helped. DON'T DO DRUGS. pretty clear message there. thanks for that pet. drank a bit, but not much, which seemed to disappoint my rapt homo audience, waiting in anticipation for my x-tina moves. but no, my clothes stayed on this time which kept the bouncers and every straight man in the room happy. what has happened to gay men? no joke, last night they all seemed under 5ft, dancing as if on E (or diet pills as M calls them) and making love to themselves in the corner, shot glass an aid to the debuachery. speaking of which, a new accquaintance actually began to rub his fancy's apparatus mid snog ON THE DANCEFLOOR. A was mesmerised.
people can be surprising. in a good way btw, not in a 'oh god u share baths with your mother??!' way. friend of a friend, i'd never spoken to J properly, just held his cardi during a dance-off between himself and 2 asians. nice guy blah blah but all in all a stranger. he was out last night, and i have actually never met anyone who has no ego. fabulous boy, and it was refreshing to be dancing with a straight guy and not be hit on! i'm not saying i'm the best looking who gets every guy, far from it tbh, but most still try it, just to test the water. his moves were a bit like that family guy episode, where peter has no bones in his body. better cleavage than mine tho....have to watch out for that, i'm lime green jelo.
what i can only depict as a SHE-DEVIL rammed her heel into my foot last night before dragging herself off to spew, so i have a golf ball sized bruise on it now. ouch. couldn't get the slap hand out on her though, she fell off the pole. we've all been there.
OH YEAH. A ate face with a guy. he was hot though so we can let her off. should go to gym really...or watch lords of dogtown in bed. god my life is hard. x
Friday
website of the day
although i'm not keen on relationships atm, i'm still planning my wedding to rpattz, and the lovely Miss L suggested http://www.oncewed.com/ , a page dedicated to peoples ceremonies. the best part is the 'real weddings' section, which features beatiful photography of couples special days. to be honest, afterwards i ate a box of crackers and rang an ex, but in general it helps to restore the faith whilst feeding my nosy streak. x
reaching the depths.
most of us with no life have been glued to ultimate big bro, desperately willing preston and chantelle to rekindle their romance, and it made me question our views of love.
this couple were and are polar opposites, their broken marriage leaving behind two individuals who looked worse than jordan without slap. why would we, and them, want to get back into that train wreck? are we optimists or just f**king stupid? and can distinguish which one we are?
i believe i'm the latter. i have been totally man free for 3 months, after swearing off them following an ill advised venture, the result of which left me an alcoholic wreck, crying with winehouse on repeat. yet this was not a one-off episode a serial twat lover, i was like a dog who likes going back to be kicked, waiting for the moment where he realises he does love me, possibly accomanpanied with an offer of pedigree chum. BECAUSE I WAS AN OPTIMIST. this self imposed period of male exile has shown me the truth.
i now see i am stupid, this biggest dummy in the class, and am no longer dealing with the inbetweens who you meet in a shady bar, text for a week before going to the cinema to see a gash film when you'd rather watch the latest disney flick...they say love you, and then see them with a fake blonde in mcdonalds. BITCH. anyway, i digress, i've decided i'd rather stay in the tower than fall for the wrong prince. so yeah, beep off you trying to buy me a drink, romeo did not use the 'did you fall from heaven' line on juliet, so it ain't gonna work on me.
in other news, the gym has never see me so often, i'm considering camping out there . x
this couple were and are polar opposites, their broken marriage leaving behind two individuals who looked worse than jordan without slap. why would we, and them, want to get back into that train wreck? are we optimists or just f**king stupid? and can distinguish which one we are?
i believe i'm the latter. i have been totally man free for 3 months, after swearing off them following an ill advised venture, the result of which left me an alcoholic wreck, crying with winehouse on repeat. yet this was not a one-off episode a serial twat lover, i was like a dog who likes going back to be kicked, waiting for the moment where he realises he does love me, possibly accomanpanied with an offer of pedigree chum. BECAUSE I WAS AN OPTIMIST. this self imposed period of male exile has shown me the truth.
i now see i am stupid, this biggest dummy in the class, and am no longer dealing with the inbetweens who you meet in a shady bar, text for a week before going to the cinema to see a gash film when you'd rather watch the latest disney flick...they say love you, and then see them with a fake blonde in mcdonalds. BITCH. anyway, i digress, i've decided i'd rather stay in the tower than fall for the wrong prince. so yeah, beep off you trying to buy me a drink, romeo did not use the 'did you fall from heaven' line on juliet, so it ain't gonna work on me.
in other news, the gym has never see me so often, i'm considering camping out there . x
Wednesday
sweet dreams or beautiful nightmares?
ok ,much to the disgust of everyone i know, my male chums and resident ovaries, the female switch has been turned on.
those who recieve a regular ( and blessed) audience with QUINN will be aware that whilst i enjoy such rituals as giant hair, fabulous lashes and excess glitter, i am not, in attitude, the most girly of people. i like to have food fights, drink pints, hate kids and generally consider marriage akin to lifelong shackles. but today, there was a shift.
unusually warm for september, the pilgrimage to the high street brought new eyes to familar. yes, i'm talking about A BRIDAL SHOP. cascades of white taffeta and silk set my heart racing, imagining a first dance to a faceless groom across a dancefloor, attractive guests mopping botoxed faces of mascara tears with Argyle hankies.....
this is hugely alien to the normal me, and i can't even blame it on hormones. i don't mind being single, i'm not desp to be part of a 'we' (i've seen those who are and they just turn into ugly caricatures of their former selves). BUT I WANT A WEDDING. NOW.
so i did what any sane, normal girl with these fanatasies does. i began to scour the internet for dresses, venues and, most importantly. DIAMONDS.
the gown was easy, love at first obsessive click. lets be honest, i'm not about to buy a monsoon frock. we're talking VERA WANG. even saying that to a potential bride is like whispering 'krispy kreme' to a fat kid stuck at weight loss camp (i've been there). the designs, the fabrics, it all makes me weak at the knees
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isn't it the most beautiful dress you've ever seen. my eyes are crossing from staring at it with lust. beautiful .
now, the venue, still not found that, but the wedding planner can sort that. it'll have to be large enough to accomodate all of Hollywood tho obvs, overlooking the sea, with Dolly Parton singing a medley of love themes as i shimmy down the aisle (with that fishtail, strutting would be impossible), my loving dog Mimi LaRochelle a ring bearer, tiny sateen pillow secured to her torso.
and now... THE RING. i actually just clapped my hands in delight after i wrote that. i need it so big, the jewellers supply a free wheelbarrow to tote it around in when my delicate arm needs a rest. i'm not talking overly showy, just big enough so people go SHE IS RICH. jlo style. something like this should do the trick.
any smaller, and the giver will have to reschedule an appointment with my PA Chad (who is doing fine btw, i'm helping him with his fake tan 2moro, he's got some giant party on sat) to discuss his shortcomings.
so i think thats all the details...oh yeah, a groom. DAMN IT!!! x
p.s. if anyone knows a good therapist around the Chester area, some form of mental support is required. THANKS!
those who recieve a regular ( and blessed) audience with QUINN will be aware that whilst i enjoy such rituals as giant hair, fabulous lashes and excess glitter, i am not, in attitude, the most girly of people. i like to have food fights, drink pints, hate kids and generally consider marriage akin to lifelong shackles. but today, there was a shift.
unusually warm for september, the pilgrimage to the high street brought new eyes to familar. yes, i'm talking about A BRIDAL SHOP. cascades of white taffeta and silk set my heart racing, imagining a first dance to a faceless groom across a dancefloor, attractive guests mopping botoxed faces of mascara tears with Argyle hankies.....
this is hugely alien to the normal me, and i can't even blame it on hormones. i don't mind being single, i'm not desp to be part of a 'we' (i've seen those who are and they just turn into ugly caricatures of their former selves). BUT I WANT A WEDDING. NOW.
so i did what any sane, normal girl with these fanatasies does. i began to scour the internet for dresses, venues and, most importantly. DIAMONDS.
the gown was easy, love at first obsessive click. lets be honest, i'm not about to buy a monsoon frock. we're talking VERA WANG. even saying that to a potential bride is like whispering 'krispy kreme' to a fat kid stuck at weight loss camp (i've been there). the designs, the fabrics, it all makes me weak at the knees
.
isn't it the most beautiful dress you've ever seen. my eyes are crossing from staring at it with lust. beautiful .
now, the venue, still not found that, but the wedding planner can sort that. it'll have to be large enough to accomodate all of Hollywood tho obvs, overlooking the sea, with Dolly Parton singing a medley of love themes as i shimmy down the aisle (with that fishtail, strutting would be impossible), my loving dog Mimi LaRochelle a ring bearer, tiny sateen pillow secured to her torso.
so i think thats all the details...oh yeah, a groom. DAMN IT!!! x
p.s. if anyone knows a good therapist around the Chester area, some form of mental support is required. THANKS!
Tuesday
dear all
i'm sorry. i've been somewhat lacklustre in the blogging dept of late, and i regret having to let you down. i hope i won't disappoint you in the future. truth is, i've lost the will to do alot of the things i used to love recently, maybe its the change in weather. just watching 'this is england 86', so far so good. going bed now, but fear not, i'll post again 2moro, and lets pray this time a more adequate version of writing. x
Friday
modern icon
theres a new idol on the scene, so bump off rihanna! nicki minaj, mc, fashion maverick and all around fruitcake is taking the title of the most controversial female in hip hop, pink extensions and all.
labelling herself as the 'black barbie' she spits lyrics like 'excuse me can I see your dang a lang brother' whilst trussed up in outfits that would make GaGa jelo.
no doubt stealing style tips from eastern street bibles such as 'Fruits' , she effortlessly combines neon brights with candy floss hair without a hint of irony, showcasing obvious echoes of harajuku imbedded amongst her caribbean roots.
first coming to mainstream attention on the Lil' Wayne Young Money collective 'Bedrock', Minaj, 25, stood out for her distinctive rapping style; full of character, imagination and littered with innuendo. hailing originally from Trinidad, the mc, real name Onika Maraj, moved to queens, NY, when she was 5, before attending the reknowned performing arts school La Guardia, where she discovered her passion for Hip Hop.
her sense of style has developed out of a desire to seperate herself from the countless black females already on the scene, and fashion insiders are taking note.
Britney Spears was shot by Todd Cole for this month's POP magazine, masquerading as a japanese child bride, with graphics design by the magnificent artist Takashi Murakami. seems things are turning japanese once more....x
labelling herself as the 'black barbie' she spits lyrics like 'excuse me can I see your dang a lang brother' whilst trussed up in outfits that would make GaGa jelo.
first coming to mainstream attention on the Lil' Wayne Young Money collective 'Bedrock', Minaj, 25, stood out for her distinctive rapping style; full of character, imagination and littered with innuendo. hailing originally from Trinidad, the mc, real name Onika Maraj, moved to queens, NY, when she was 5, before attending the reknowned performing arts school La Guardia, where she discovered her passion for Hip Hop.
her sense of style has developed out of a desire to seperate herself from the countless black females already on the scene, and fashion insiders are taking note.
Britney Spears was shot by Todd Cole for this month's POP magazine, masquerading as a japanese child bride, with graphics design by the magnificent artist Takashi Murakami. seems things are turning japanese once more....x
Thursday
i'll be there for you...
just watching Friends on TV for the millionth time. its a comforting experience, you know the jokes, the characters, nothing varies and its never challenging; the viewing equilvalent of cheesy mash. although a hurdle is always exciting, sometimes the familiar is required. fashion can be the same. GaGa pushes boundaries, but we're all quite keen on Jennifer Aniston, reliable for her glossy wardrobe of black, gold and nude.
1. LEGGINGS.
amen to whoever invented these. thank you flashdance for bringing these into my life, but not such for convincing me i could do the splits. that poor boy...he called a priest in.
anyways, they go with everything, slim your bottom half down and can be dressed up or down. black for all occasions, patterned for the rum rave.
the best leggings i've found are at american apparel. at £22, the're more expensive than other high street alternatives, but they last a lifetime and don't do that annoying saggy knee/crotch combo we all love so much.
my closet is literally like the united nations. every colour is in there, and alot of it is quite ugly. but tucked away at the back are the items reserved for the days when i've got 20 minutes to get to from mattress to work or i've drank so much the night before i can barely see. they all look ok together and are only mildly offensive as opposed to my usual get-up of down right RUDE. we've all got these pieces, and fall back on them to get us through when common sense is on holiday.
amen to whoever invented these. thank you flashdance for bringing these into my life, but not such for convincing me i could do the splits. that poor boy...he called a priest in.
anyways, they go with everything, slim your bottom half down and can be dressed up or down. black for all occasions, patterned for the rum rave.
the best leggings i've found are at american apparel. at £22, the're more expensive than other high street alternatives, but they last a lifetime and don't do that annoying saggy knee/crotch combo we all love so much.
2. CHECKED SHIRT WITH JUMPER.
this is an instant style hit, turning a bedhead and frog eyes into ralph lauren's inspiration. it works for any situation, looks polished and is a treat with a blazer. to stop it looking overly RAH RAH! layer chunky chains over the knit, or add a motif jumper for a retro spin.
yum with leggings, adorable with jeans, this look is ageless.
l-r jumper, £35 Truffle Shuffle. shirt, £14.99 Uniqlo. v-neck knit, £29.50, Gap.
3. LBD.
do i really even need to explain? its friday night. you're in pyjamas, watching 'an audience with some talentless gorilla', and the phone rings. 'HI QUINN! BLAH BLAH COME OUT BLAH'.......why not?and waiting to rave with you is the LBD. its easy, effortless and you know you look damn fine in it. theres just one question...do you wash the britney hairdo or not?
figure fixing black dresses l-r 1, 2, 3,4.
1. hourglass shapes should go for a structured dress with a cinched-in waist to show off your inner Marilyn.
Topshop £40
2. pear shapes can combine a fitted top with a bell skirt to skim over the junk in your trunk.
River Island £39.99
3. apple shapes (i feel your pain fellow fruitbowlers), if you have beautiful legs, make them the feature with a loose silhouette concealing your problem area. team with big earrings to keep the focus on your best bits.
Warehouse £45
4. athletic. you lucky sods, i'm lime green jelo of your long lean limbs! you can wear whatever you want, but to inject some curves onto your boyish frame choose dresses with features, such as draping, on the hips and shoulders, adding volume.
Miss Selfridge, £39
4. FEATURE CARDIGAN.
this will be your best friend for the winter. stick it on with a vest and jeans, casual dress, top and leggings or tee and shorts if the weather holds out. if you choose wisely, a bold and distinctive print can take you through a few seasons wear, or you can archive it for the future, responding to compliments with the begrudged answer 'its actually vintage'...god i hate those girls.
classic statement knits to last a lifetime (or until you get bored)
top l-r
heart pocket cardi, £39, Very. horse print cardi, £34.99, River Island.
bottom l-r
lace shoulder cardi, £35, Oasis. rose print cardi, £44, Debenhams.
5. CONVERSE.
so comfy, wear to uni for easy chic, work for laidback cool and to the pub for an indie vibe. i like patterned, but faithful red, white and black are forever buys.
top to bottom
red converse, £42 Littlewoods, white converse, £34.99, Schuh. leoprd converse, £36.99, Office.
enjoy! x
Wednesday
EXCITING TIMES!! I NEED MY INHALER!!!!!
EEEKKKK!!! what do designers jimmy choo, matthew williamson and viktor & rolf amongst others have in-common? H&M!! and if the internet rumours are true, the next collaboration is.... LANVIN!
apparently set to hit stores on Nov 10, the potential collab between the Swedish fast fashion chain and creative genius Alber Elbaz will be the most anticipated event on the high street since the arrival of the carrier bag.
the label, the oldest fashion house still in business, was rebooted by the appointment of Elbaz as artistic director in 2001, and became the go-to label for classic elegance.
Elbaz's designs already rule the high street, with his jewel-toned one shouldered dresses spawning mulitple copies, all of which have been doing the rounds at every christmas party for the last 2 years.
H&M put out a series of viral black and white shorts on youtube earlier this week, entitled 'Designer Collaborations', discussing personal style and design. the finale of each, a date and enigma rolled into one. september 9..... THE WAIT IS KILLING ME! x
apparently set to hit stores on Nov 10, the potential collab between the Swedish fast fashion chain and creative genius Alber Elbaz will be the most anticipated event on the high street since the arrival of the carrier bag.
the label, the oldest fashion house still in business, was rebooted by the appointment of Elbaz as artistic director in 2001, and became the go-to label for classic elegance.
Elbaz's designs already rule the high street, with his jewel-toned one shouldered dresses spawning mulitple copies, all of which have been doing the rounds at every christmas party for the last 2 years.
lanvin 08, sjp, lanvin 08.
H&M put out a series of viral black and white shorts on youtube earlier this week, entitled 'Designer Collaborations', discussing personal style and design. the finale of each, a date and enigma rolled into one. september 9..... THE WAIT IS KILLING ME! x
FIERCE
if you know me, you know i'm a loyal fag hag to many beautiful men. so this video hit a note, they should have some form of regal status! AMAZE x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3bRPHPQsOs&feature=player_embedded#
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3bRPHPQsOs&feature=player_embedded#
confessions of an ex-tanoholic
i'm the middle of a transition atm, but aren't we all? i have something to tell you, my adoring fans, and you may think less of me, but i, QUINN, used to be addicted to fake tan. no judgement please.
now i'm not talking a light spray tan once a week, this was serious addiction. it began when i relocated to the north west for uni, and influence of Liverpool began to creep in.
where i'm from, the height of sophistication are those fleeces with the pictures of wolves on you get at the market, (my nana has 2) and although i'd always been into like fashion etc, espec having been an emo teen, as soon as i came up here, something went PING in my head.
first crept in the changes in hair colour. everyone dyes their hair, but scouse girls go for INTENSE colours, theres no creamy blondes or subtle undertones here. those with mousy hair and attitude need not apply. i hit the bleach hard, then red, then brown to fix the red, then highlites to fix the brown, then auburn to fix the highlites...you get the idea. each new dye required new extensions, so i was walking around with half of ching-long's hair clipped onto my skull. and this was for my everyday look.
and then i went into tk maxx...and they had a bottle of fake bake reduced. its like when a junkie needles the first vein, just to try it, they're not going to get hooked or anything, they have the control.
fast forward 2 months and i'm getting up at 5am to reapply tan reagrdless of the layer i'd put on before bed, and then slapping on instant stuff to leave the house. money flies out my hand, a tanning mitt here, exfoliator there, i have to buy 5 different foundations depending on my level of tan and lie to my mum about the amount of empty bottles lying guiltily in the bin. IT WAS NOT A GOOD TIME FOR ME.
my sheets looked like burt reynolds had been given the godfather treatment as he slept, and if i ever stayed with any ,ahem, friends i had to pre-warn them that all that would be left in the AM was a tangerine residue and the lingering aroma of digestives.
the moment of clarity came when one charming (read irritating) friend, J, compared me to the colour of a conker. this lovely comment combined with breaking out in what i can only describe as hives from the tan formula and buying the stuff with my rent funds signalled something may be wrong. so i've been drying out over the last month, and am now albino once more. clinique doesn't make a foundation light enough for my skin, so i've had to go with fellow pale convert Nicola Roberts range Dainty Doll.
when i went to Liverpool yesterday, stripped of my full armour, i felt like a bald chicken amoungst the sea of heels, extensions and orange flesh . you have to admire the scouse girls for their dedication, especially for believing tutu's and bras are suitable day attire...but i'm done with the fakery. its time for everyone just to see the real you and me. until next summer that is. x
p.s. i brought a leopard shower curtain! my house looks more like peter stringfellow's soho mansion everyday
now i'm not talking a light spray tan once a week, this was serious addiction. it began when i relocated to the north west for uni, and influence of Liverpool began to creep in.
where i'm from, the height of sophistication are those fleeces with the pictures of wolves on you get at the market, (my nana has 2) and although i'd always been into like fashion etc, espec having been an emo teen, as soon as i came up here, something went PING in my head.
coming to a catwalk near....hell
first crept in the changes in hair colour. everyone dyes their hair, but scouse girls go for INTENSE colours, theres no creamy blondes or subtle undertones here. those with mousy hair and attitude need not apply. i hit the bleach hard, then red, then brown to fix the red, then highlites to fix the brown, then auburn to fix the highlites...you get the idea. each new dye required new extensions, so i was walking around with half of ching-long's hair clipped onto my skull. and this was for my everyday look.
and then i went into tk maxx...and they had a bottle of fake bake reduced. its like when a junkie needles the first vein, just to try it, they're not going to get hooked or anything, they have the control.
fast forward 2 months and i'm getting up at 5am to reapply tan reagrdless of the layer i'd put on before bed, and then slapping on instant stuff to leave the house. money flies out my hand, a tanning mitt here, exfoliator there, i have to buy 5 different foundations depending on my level of tan and lie to my mum about the amount of empty bottles lying guiltily in the bin. IT WAS NOT A GOOD TIME FOR ME.
my sheets looked like burt reynolds had been given the godfather treatment as he slept, and if i ever stayed with any ,ahem, friends i had to pre-warn them that all that would be left in the AM was a tangerine residue and the lingering aroma of digestives.
the moment of clarity came when one charming (read irritating) friend, J, compared me to the colour of a conker. this lovely comment combined with breaking out in what i can only describe as hives from the tan formula and buying the stuff with my rent funds signalled something may be wrong. so i've been drying out over the last month, and am now albino once more. clinique doesn't make a foundation light enough for my skin, so i've had to go with fellow pale convert Nicola Roberts range Dainty Doll.
when i went to Liverpool yesterday, stripped of my full armour, i felt like a bald chicken amoungst the sea of heels, extensions and orange flesh . you have to admire the scouse girls for their dedication, especially for believing tutu's and bras are suitable day attire...but i'm done with the fakery. its time for everyone just to see the real you and me. until next summer that is. x
Monday
emmy fever
i would have given a kidney to be at the 62nd annual Emmy awards last night, America's celebration of television and its stars. held at the nokia theatre in LA, the ceremony was hosted by funnyman jimmy fallon, who is best known over the pond for his late night tv chat show. apparently he was in some films too, but he can't be that hot an actor as i can't remember seeing him in anything memorable.
advertising saga Mad Men bagged the most gongs, winning the awards for best drama series and best original writing. my fave winner of the night has to be the idol that is Jane Lynch who recieved the award for best supporting actress following her AMAZE performance as uber villain Sue Sylvester in GLEEEE! show creator Ryan Murphy picked up the emmy for best director in a comedy series, and WW2 drama The Pacific won best mini-series.
but the real winners and losers were on the red carpet. EMMY FASHION. just hearing those words makes my heart pump a little harder. efforts are always strong on the award ceremony front, especially in the states, with stylists scrabbling around for months trying to secure a gorgeous couture dress for their star which has either never been worn before or created especially. its a hard task, and one bad dress can ruin you, and will always be the mistake everyone remembers. bjork and the swan dress? you see my point.
curves seem to be the new trend this year, with the mad men girls, kim kardashian (call me!) and amber riley AKA mercedes from GLLLEEEEE all ticking the box for girls with some extra junk in the trunk.
And now, my personal pick of the best and worst dresses of the night. It was a hard choice, and your bribes were much appreciated, but there can be only one...
WINNER.
ok theres three winnners. sorry for the build up there, but these are my fave ladies of tv, and each of them wore, in my opinion, incredible dresses.
lea michelle AKA rachel from GLLEEEE just screams old school hollywood glamour in this Oscar de la Renta dress and diamonds. i would have done an updo to polish the look off, but aside from that it works well, and the stylist made a wise choice leaving her arms mostly bare to allow the gown to take centre stage.
anna paquin. wow. beautiful, totally unique dress from the late great Alexander McQueen. the gold shoulder detail is typical of couture, and her simple elegant hair fits the look well. minimal make-up and jewellery give the details of the dress space to breathe and look truly fabulous. the only critisicm i have are the shoes, which are too clunky. a feminine jewelled heel or a peep toe would have balanced out the top heavy look, and contrasted against the masculine theme. i can't hate anybody who wears McQueen though.
last but defo not least, nina dobrev. this yummy blush-toned one shouldered gown is just exquiste, and she gets everything from the hair to accessories bang on. expect to see copies of this Zuhair Murad popping up everywhere asap. good going from a newbie on the scene!
LOSERS.
sigh. keri russell.seriously bb. was your stylist sick? next time give me your ticket if you're not going to even try. its called a hairdresser. get one. x
advertising saga Mad Men bagged the most gongs, winning the awards for best drama series and best original writing. my fave winner of the night has to be the idol that is Jane Lynch who recieved the award for best supporting actress following her AMAZE performance as uber villain Sue Sylvester in GLEEEE! show creator Ryan Murphy picked up the emmy for best director in a comedy series, and WW2 drama The Pacific won best mini-series.
but the real winners and losers were on the red carpet. EMMY FASHION. just hearing those words makes my heart pump a little harder. efforts are always strong on the award ceremony front, especially in the states, with stylists scrabbling around for months trying to secure a gorgeous couture dress for their star which has either never been worn before or created especially. its a hard task, and one bad dress can ruin you, and will always be the mistake everyone remembers. bjork and the swan dress? you see my point.
curves seem to be the new trend this year, with the mad men girls, kim kardashian (call me!) and amber riley AKA mercedes from GLLLEEEEE all ticking the box for girls with some extra junk in the trunk.
bottle shaped bodies
l-r january jones in Armani, elisabeth moss in Donna Karan and christina hendricks in Zac Posen.
kim kardashian in Marchesa
amber riley in Melissa Masse
the colour palette for the rest of the stars seemed to go 2 ways, gold or black. personally, had my invitation not been lost in the post, i would have rocked purple. black is so expected and boring, why not indulge in a little colour to make you stand out from the crowd of the wannabes.
back to black
eva longoria in Robert Rodriguez (supporting the latinos), kelly o in Tony Ward Couture (looking fabulous slimline) heidi klum in Marchesa.
all that glitters
claire danes in Armani Prive, jennifer carpenter.
And now, my personal pick of the best and worst dresses of the night. It was a hard choice, and your bribes were much appreciated, but there can be only one...
WINNER.
ok theres three winnners. sorry for the build up there, but these are my fave ladies of tv, and each of them wore, in my opinion, incredible dresses.
lea michelle AKA rachel from GLLEEEE just screams old school hollywood glamour in this Oscar de la Renta dress and diamonds. i would have done an updo to polish the look off, but aside from that it works well, and the stylist made a wise choice leaving her arms mostly bare to allow the gown to take centre stage.
anna paquin. wow. beautiful, totally unique dress from the late great Alexander McQueen. the gold shoulder detail is typical of couture, and her simple elegant hair fits the look well. minimal make-up and jewellery give the details of the dress space to breathe and look truly fabulous. the only critisicm i have are the shoes, which are too clunky. a feminine jewelled heel or a peep toe would have balanced out the top heavy look, and contrasted against the masculine theme. i can't hate anybody who wears McQueen though.
last but defo not least, nina dobrev. this yummy blush-toned one shouldered gown is just exquiste, and she gets everything from the hair to accessories bang on. expect to see copies of this Zuhair Murad popping up everywhere asap. good going from a newbie on the scene!
LOSERS.
sigh. keri russell.seriously bb. was your stylist sick? next time give me your ticket if you're not going to even try. its called a hairdresser. get one. x
website of the day
missed a day due to meltdown/ incident in the bath involving dropping home phone in the water. anyways, todays website is wwepw, or what would emma pillsbury wear?
http://wwepw.blogspot.com/
this blog was created to follow the life asn style of emma from glee, her wardrobe and those inspired by her fantabulous pastel-hued outfits, as well as suggestions for where to buy twinsets and how to achieve the perfect blowdry. never a scarlet hair out of place, emma pillsbury is an inspiration to us all! AMEN x
http://wwepw.blogspot.com/
this blog was created to follow the life asn style of emma from glee, her wardrobe and those inspired by her fantabulous pastel-hued outfits, as well as suggestions for where to buy twinsets and how to achieve the perfect blowdry. never a scarlet hair out of place, emma pillsbury is an inspiration to us all! AMEN x
new seasons new reasons
As i'm sure your aware, folk is another key trend this season, as it seems to be every winter. this AMAZE campaign by d&g makes me want to grab a fairisle knit, drink cocoa and rub noses with rudolph (a beautiful but shy german exchange student, i'm hoping he'll take me skiing and make me his frau)
whilst it would be lovely to buy an entire new capsule wardrobe for every seasonal update, its not realistic unless you're Tamara Melon (did you know she gets the full Jimmy Choo collection every spring and fall? LUCKY BETCH!)
the easiest item to make the transition is the jersey maxi. we all seemed to have one this summer (i made the ill-fated decision to buy a pink striped one, swiftly exchanged for black), and as the temperature drops, habit tells us to file it away under 'possible resurgence'. but with catwalk collections imitating 'little house on the prairie' its time to make the staple maxi work harder for another few months.
ONE.
update the long sleeve maxi with a denim waistcoat in a size down from your usual buy to create enough room for this dramatic harness necklace. hair should be unkempt, such as loose braids rough with texture. spritz bumble and bumble surf spray through dirty hair and mess up up with fingers for a relaxed look and attitude. top off with a home knit beanie, or better yet buy one and instead spend your time being fabulous.
waistcoat, £35 Miss Selfridge, beanie £12.50 Debenhams. maxi, £12 Topshop. multi-row harness necklace, £50 ASOS. surf spray, £18 lookfantastic.com.
TWO
team a chunky printed knit with a short-sleeve maxi, tying a tan leather belt around the cardi to cinch the waist in, knotting the end for an authentic style mark. satchels with simple details look vintage, and gold fastenings add a touch of elegance. finish the look with a berry stained pout, as seen at Proenza Schouler. apply the colour, then press off with a cotton pad to achieve a red wine effect.
fairisle knit, £55 Topshop. nica satchel, £49 John Lewis. maxi-dress, £25 LoveLabel @ Very. punched belt, £10 Urban Outfitters. plum lipstick, £9.95 Lord & Berry @ ASOS.
THREE
layering is a key element of folk, so add a printed cardi to your vest maxi in a contrasting colour, finishing with a faux fur shearling waistcoat and animal jewellery.
gilet, £30 Boohoo. vest maxi, £25 Warehouse. sheep print cardi, £36.99 River Island. owl necklace, £49, NW3.
enjoy x
whilst it would be lovely to buy an entire new capsule wardrobe for every seasonal update, its not realistic unless you're Tamara Melon (did you know she gets the full Jimmy Choo collection every spring and fall? LUCKY BETCH!)
the easiest item to make the transition is the jersey maxi. we all seemed to have one this summer (i made the ill-fated decision to buy a pink striped one, swiftly exchanged for black), and as the temperature drops, habit tells us to file it away under 'possible resurgence'. but with catwalk collections imitating 'little house on the prairie' its time to make the staple maxi work harder for another few months.
ONE.
waistcoat, £35 Miss Selfridge, beanie £12.50 Debenhams. maxi, £12 Topshop. multi-row harness necklace, £50 ASOS. surf spray, £18 lookfantastic.com.
TWO
fairisle knit, £55 Topshop. nica satchel, £49 John Lewis. maxi-dress, £25 LoveLabel @ Very. punched belt, £10 Urban Outfitters. plum lipstick, £9.95 Lord & Berry @ ASOS.
THREE
gilet, £30 Boohoo. vest maxi, £25 Warehouse. sheep print cardi, £36.99 River Island. owl necklace, £49, NW3.
enjoy x
Sunday
back to the future.
anxiety over the future is KILLING me. had bit of a meltdown in hades, which was not helped by this crazy woman basically threatening me. because i would not give her a refund on a £20 cardigan. SERIOUSLY. anyway, forget about that, in my distress, i made THE LIST.
1. get some form of writing internship/employment. i have one year left at uni, and then hello future. except i'm not ready for it. i want to carry on watching tv all day in my underwear (leopard ones so i'm still close to my beloved print), and eating ice cream for every meal. D, who was a fellow slave to hades, came in today, having escaped over a month ago, with an assistant editor job, mortgage and probably 20.5 kids en route. i had to have a sly sit down as i felt faint. so yeah. i need to be akin to the timid pet hamster mother hoovered up when i was small, and get on the ball.
2. somehow turn my body into kim kardashian's. route a- diet, exercise and commitment. route b- find a rich man, get him drunk enough to agree to pay for heavy liposuction and possible face reconstruction. route c- permanently sellotape a picture of the afore mentioned fitty's body to my own torso. atm, i'm quite keen on the latter option, although i'm sure it would result in a spell back in the strait jacket, and man it is hard to scratch your nose with arms srapped behind the back.
3. get a dog, or dogs. this is a bit of a fantasy request, but i was crazed by the screaming customers and lack of coffee (one day clean, feeling strong! thats a lie i'd murder my mother for a latte). the first would be a pug, named mimi la-rochelle. the second, a pomeranian, zsar zsar l'amour.
4. find love. easier said than done, although i am in a monogamous relationship with American Express.
until i cross at least one of these aims off on THE LIST i am hereby banned from drinking alcohol. no strawberry and lime koppaberg. no tequilla. no turpentine....what do you mean you don't drink turpentine? lovely with a soda mix x
1. get some form of writing internship/employment. i have one year left at uni, and then hello future. except i'm not ready for it. i want to carry on watching tv all day in my underwear (leopard ones so i'm still close to my beloved print), and eating ice cream for every meal. D, who was a fellow slave to hades, came in today, having escaped over a month ago, with an assistant editor job, mortgage and probably 20.5 kids en route. i had to have a sly sit down as i felt faint. so yeah. i need to be akin to the timid pet hamster mother hoovered up when i was small, and get on the ball.
2. somehow turn my body into kim kardashian's. route a- diet, exercise and commitment. route b- find a rich man, get him drunk enough to agree to pay for heavy liposuction and possible face reconstruction. route c- permanently sellotape a picture of the afore mentioned fitty's body to my own torso. atm, i'm quite keen on the latter option, although i'm sure it would result in a spell back in the strait jacket, and man it is hard to scratch your nose with arms srapped behind the back.
3. get a dog, or dogs. this is a bit of a fantasy request, but i was crazed by the screaming customers and lack of coffee (one day clean, feeling strong! thats a lie i'd murder my mother for a latte). the first would be a pug, named mimi la-rochelle. the second, a pomeranian, zsar zsar l'amour.
4. find love. easier said than done, although i am in a monogamous relationship with American Express.
until i cross at least one of these aims off on THE LIST i am hereby banned from drinking alcohol. no strawberry and lime koppaberg. no tequilla. no turpentine....what do you mean you don't drink turpentine? lovely with a soda mix x
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