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.

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

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

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

website of the day.

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goddamn it gaga

STOP STEALING MY LOOK! I WANT MY NEON BLUE LEOPARD CYCLE SHORTS BACK RIGHT NOW!!!

wipe your brow

my birthday buddy marc jacobs (both 9th april, circle it in your diary) announced his newly single status with a BANG.

the designer, who split from hubby Lorenzo Martone of four months in April, recently launched his first mens fragrance Bang with this campaign, showcasing his impressive new body in an act of shameless self marketing. 

is it hot in here? x

marriage material.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4npUdfEmbQ

back to basics.

woke up fairly early this AM (10.30, which to me is practically dawn), so decided to do some hardcore life organising. my wardrobe is literally stuffed with clothes, half of which still have their tags on.
you know whats it's like, somebody texts you to say River Island are having a sale so you pretend you've fallen over, broke your nose and had to be rushed to a&e to get out of work...right? well you're already over-excited at getting the day off so the adrenaline currently swarming in the veins gets another boost when you see other shoppers frantically dashing around the shop, multicoloured piles of joy clamped to their arms, ravaging through racks with the words 'HALF PRICE' emblazoned above. its christmas for fashion junkies. i 'bargain black out', loose 2 hours and am suddenly sitting at home on the bed, surrounded by carrier bags, a turquoise poly-blend skirt cemented in an iron grip. i can tell you now, that skirt was fuggo, but the fact it had gone down from £30 to £10 made it seem like Aladdin's lamp. 
so that offending item was the first to go to the kids in africa. they can probably use it for fire material. i discovered ALOT more shocking purchases, such as a graphic print bandeau jumpsuit too small for me. but it was £5.
we all do it when we know it's wrong. sales are the worst time to shop because although alot of the stock may be reduced, if we loved it that much, we would have brought it at full price. x

oh audrina, did you get bargain blackout too?!

blimey.

first day off from hades today, but spent its entirety a hungover mess largely due to my former best friend Samuel Buca.

last night began as they always do. 'ok i'll come to the pub, but i'm only having one...'

i woke this morning in my underwear, trapped beneath the duvet, blood flowing from my knee, and guinea pig number 2 cowering behind a studded cushion from BHS. Lord.

for most of the night, my memory fails me to be honest, although vague recollections keep popping up of me stroking a mean man's beard and thinking 'i have a strong desire to kiss you'...a nagging thought suggests i may also have vocalised this. R informs me i was once again 'that drunk girl who cries at everything', which was no doubt a treat combined with my parading around the area in pyjamas, wishing i'd been more intelligent and just brought the waterproof mascara. on the walk home, lying in the road seemed a logical activity.

all of these events have convinced me of one clear truth. drinking games are the devils work.

so today has been FUN. i can only really compare it to that film Alien, with the scene where the critter breaks out of the dude's stomach. if you haven't seen that movie you need to its good. now my hungover state is not that bad, my eyes get bloodshot but other than that its ok, but mothers with children seem to sense i'm a beacon of sin because in town today, everytime i walked near one of these annoying units, mommy dearest would shield her offspring as though protecting a  young virgin against an aids carrying crack whore.

also, the place was crawling from japanese tourists, and saying konichiwa to them is now apparently discriminating. so i had become a racist prostitute in the space of an hour. great.

I have to sleep now, i can barely stand. x

p.s. if you or anyone you know can tell me who gave me the bite mark on my lower back, it would be much appreciated.

l'amour leopard

leopard just won't die. thank god! i love it, and seem to unconsciously incorporate the classic print into every outfit (today a pair of topshop satin briefs). this season, designers, obviously having kept a keen eye on my street style, followed suit, with most collections featuring multiple key pieces and accessories in the iconic pattern.

Dries Van Noten showcased the ultimate example of indie cool, clashing multiple prints against a relaxed silhouette and oversized shades.
celebs (and more importantly their stylists) were quick to jump on the wagon.

l-r cheryl cole, lindsay lohan, vanessa hudgens, ashley greene.

the beauty of leopard is that it works well dressed up or down, and goes with every colour. if money was no issue, my splurge item would be this DELICIOUS Alexander McQueen coat, but at £6195, i'll have to wait until my millionaire turns up.

The high street is putting in a strong effort on the animal front.

l-r bandeau dress, £30 ASOS. collar coat, £85 Topshop. wedge boot, £120 Office. wide leg jumpsuit, £45 Miss Selfridge. cross t-shirt, £28 Urban Outfitters. pouch bag, £30 See by Chloé @ My-Wardrobe. frill blouse, £18 New Look. zip detail skirt, £25 River Island.

If in doubt, pair a leopard scarf with black skinnys and tee, giant hair and fabulous scarlet lips. YUM. x

garbage from my gullet.

just riding the comedown from coffee kick, so went to see my lovely lady R. herself and her body rank of booze thanks to a three-day bender we like to call V fest, during which one of her friends was dragged down from an ice cream van roof in full drag by policemen. i feel we are destined for marriage.

Life has become a bit stale, mostly due to my own fault. instead of raving it up, i choose to watch satc re-runs in the bath, drink earl grey and slather on various concoctions.  whats happened to me?! i am supposedly the 'life and soul' girl, present at every party and event. i once got so drunk i went to bed on the tuesday and woke up fully clothed on friday with ' call me, dave x' scrawled in scarlet lip jam across my thigh. ( i called, we met, a restraining order was involved, and yeah maybe some people would class idenify and credit card theft as stalking, but i'm hopeful we can work our issues out.) ke$ha modelled her look on my repeated appearances to a&e. i need to get my game back.

was in hades today, spent alot of the day thinking about G, and whether he was alive (i'm not exaggerating, narcotics are consumed like jelly beans). men are all the same, they say they love you then come home one day, find you in bed with their dad and start throwing terms like 'pervert' and 'fat whore' around. GOD.

ANYWAYS, i promise to attempt improvement, and will post some more fashion tit bits asap. x

the early bird gets shot.

sorry been rather lazy with posting today so for those who text me, i am not a performing monkey! things i need more than air at this moment in time:
a. a iced latte.
b. a hot PA called chad who is stupid but works out all the time and follows my strict 'underwear to work' friday dress code.
c. my own 'reality' tv show where an MTV crew follows me round  as i go on a raid of all the starbucks in the area. selfish bastards who shuts at 7 on a SATURDAY. 24 hours is not a fictional timezone, follow it!

yes i'm a bit cranky. just wired laptop up so could watch jersey shore in the bath, but became convinced it would sprout wings, fly from the toilet and into the bath, electrocuting both me and prescilla the blackberry, who i secured in a lunchbox so she could float beside me in the murky waters. anyways, although i enjoyed the shore greatly, especially the antics of my idols snooki and jwoww (see below) , all i could think about was coffee. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE. ARRGHHHHHH!

twitching, i lay in bed awake last night, having been by tricked my brain into having a late PM espresso i began to think about G. G is my other drug of choice. He pops up occasionally in real life, usually drunk, usually dressed in some god awful outfit, but i literally cannot kick him. so, there i am, very much conscious, pondering the possibility of a new player in the QUINN life story, when something begins to howl near my room. i'm frozen stiff, a caffeine riddled mess, convinced i am indeed entering a true version of the human centipede, my body about to be harvested for evil science. a cold sweat breaks out. finally, a single, muffled sentence breaks the darkness. 'its not going in my bum!'..........BRILLIANT! so i thought f- it, if those lucky bastards can have their fun, i'm having mine! the skinny mocha went down wonderfully, and i slept for a religious 2 hours. x

jwoww l, snooki r.

jitterbug.

gnawed half my lip off debating whether to brave the august (wtf) rain to go get a tall americano, and realised caffeine is ruling my life. today have consumed 2 slices of toast and 8 home-brewed lattes as recommended by the mothership ('its just like costa!' LIAR), so felt i was invincible, tried to change lightbulb in living room by bouncing on the sofa, missed, overshot and became acquainted with the coffee table and its evil pointed edges. the rodents giggled and then continued to ignore me, going about their incestual business, and am now sitting in the dark with an ice pack attached to my head thanks to a fetching leopard la senza bra. ISN'T LIFE MAGNIFICENT! X

time-wasting.

got a free book with glamour, some bull about new york with a girl called airhead mcgee , thought nothing of it, and am now hooked. its tripe, but i keep giggling and snorting as i read it in the garden. god help me. x

p.s. if this woman can get published, i'm going to commence work on my first masterpiece. it shall be called '"i licked a battery" and other tales from the crack den.' catchy no?

funny

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNSaurw6E_Q&feature=player_embedded

bathroom banter.

without having a PA yet, i'm still required to do such tasks as cleaning the bathroom....i was attacking the tiles when a note fell out my dressing gown (i've taken it to wearing it all day, withnail and i style). the note said
'good luck! ' in undistinguishable handwriting. now, i can't really remember the last time i washed the dressing gown, yum, so i don't know when or when this note is from. so i've come to the conclusion that the shower now communicates to me via these paper tendancies, and was being sarcastic about the level of filth clinging to the suite. SO U CAN CLEAN YOURSELF FROM NOW ON, WITTY BASTARD. X

lets do the time warp again.

Whilst vintage is fun, the reality of wearing it means trawling through alot of naff in charity shops, all which smells like a a dead badger after a tumble-dryer stint. Repo vintage is the answer! although it may not have a great story to go with it ('my nana wet herself at the fair in this dress'), the stuff is mostly just as good without the hassle.
Dolly Dagger is a killer site, specialising in 1940's-50's styles, reasonably priced and in loads of sizes. Charlotte Church is a fan, and wore this polka dress (minus the underskirt) on a night out after popping out child number 398.
 I LOVE this dress which hits not only the vintage style mark but also covers nautical, the trend that NEVER DIES. the print is something different too.

Tara Starlet is another fave, going for full-out retro glamour. Think Marilyn partying with JFK in the Hamptons. this playsuit comes in 5 colours, and is crying out for big curls, peep-toes and a martini x

hobbies...

so i seem to have developed a string of activities i like to do when i'm not in hades. the first is watching old x factor auditions, in particular olly murs, danyl johnson, amy connelly and shaheen off bgt. i cry at the latter 2, and when i tell ppl they seem to think i have some form of substance issue.

number 2 is researching how much money time and care it would take to have a shetland pony. A SHETLAND PONY. my garden is about the size of my living room, but somewhere in my mind i've convinced my myself i could defo house a wee horse. now for exercise, i know what your going to say , 'horses need vast amount of open space blah blah' but hello solution, i buy it a lead and taken it down the park everyday!! i could even train it to run and fetch. plus as well because its so little, it could sleep in my double bed, and i could braid its mane. see EVERYONES A WINNER! tabitha is a strong name for a pony, and cassius for a boy. the only downfall is the guinea pigs. they seem to suspect a new addition is coming to the manor and so have begun bitching about me 24/7. i'll walk down the stairs and i can hear them gobbing away, then upon my arrival, they go 'ssh' , stop dead and eyeball me. so i'm punishing them with smart price carrots.

still not washed the wig, its unclean state seems to convince people i'm posh, in with the rah-rah set, so i'm avoiding shampoo and demanding upgrades everywhere i go. fabulous darling x

tabitha with some local riff-raff

last bit.

e.l.f  is a great site for cheap but decent make-up. most things are around £1.50, and although i think you should spend a bit more on products such as foundation and powder, items such as the shadow and glosses are ideal for experimenting and can be layered for a daytime to evening look. i like the shimmering facial whip.

it comes in 8 colours, and blends well. i always apply it on my cheekbones upto temples, inner eye corners, down the bridge of my nose and across cupids bow. pink lemonade is good for pale skin, and golden peach brings out a tan.

the brushes are really good too, and come in all sizes, priced really resonably. x

WOWZA.

just seen vid for katy perrys new video 'Teenage Dream'....DAMN. she deserves a medal for figuring out a way to be allowed to frolic with that beauty AND remain engaged to rusty. lime green jelo. i do enjoy ker-per, mostly because she too understands the pressure's of being bonkers. its not an easy life having to act normal when all i wanna do is trot around in a bra assembled from whipped cream cans or start rubbing cherry chapstick all over my face. i'm sure you feel my pain.

altho my obsession with r-pattz has simmered down somewhat now (i've taken the shrine down and don't cry everytime he's on tv anymore...just occasionally now) i still couldn't have met him dressed like this....

look how committed she is! love it. x

hard.

i don't know if i just have a particularly butch name or they think i'm mid way through the gender change, but everytime i check my inbox, my spam folder is full of emails regarding impotence and cures for it. are they indicating that they think 'QUINN' would be a limp larry, or is it just general circulation, aimed at all hotmail users? i think 'QUINN' would be a fantastic male specimen. he'd workout loads, and rock the mean and moody edge (on me people just think i'm a miserable git, but oh no for men its SEXY). I mean he'd be gay as hell, and highly inappropriate in nightclub toilets with foreign boys called 'tito' or 'jose', but he DEFO would not need 'viag-voom'. or a penis pump for that matter. cheeky mothers x

QUINN THE STALLION!            

USE UR EARS

Warpaint (l) and Yuck (r)...YUMMY. music to love, hate and drink to. x

aggro-skinto.com

totally broke, so have altered diet to allow for more clothes cash. am now living off nescafe (urgh) skinny mochas (i'll miss you til payday starbucks), supernoodles, apples and bread. when i envisaged uni life i thought it would be ab fab but in topshop attire, but my hard living ways (3 coffees a day) have brought me close to poverty! even new look is too pricey atm, so have taken to creating clothes from wilkinsons products. todays outfit was a bin bag and kitchen roll get-up, very classy yet refined i thought. plus the guinea pigs kept looking at me this AM with accusatory eyes as i gobbled my chicken salad sandwich...ever since they started watching river cottage with me they seem to forget they are no more than giant rodents and expect oragnic veg and weekly mani-pedis. bastards. so out of the £10 tesco shop, £6 went on them.

also, what is with supermarket toilets? it takes AGES for tank to refill, so i had to just chill in cubicle, but i had a bout of hayfever so the extended time and constant sniffing made it seem like i was having a intimate moment with colombia's finest citizen, Charlie...the security guard was outside and looked at me like i'd been selling smack to pre-teens. then, as i was perusing the magazines this giant man with a delightful personal scent kept shuffling closer, so someone must have put the word out that i was dealing. what is it about walking round a supermarket with bloodshot eyes and disney printed bounty wrapped around your head that makes people think your in with the trainspotting crew? BIGOTS. or something equally discriminatory. the guard then followed me on my journey, and i began to pretend i was thinking about putting stuff under my top just to get him excited. at least he can go home to his inbred wife and be like 'i was onto a right criminal today, this ginger crackhead, she made me earn my wage sheila.' its nice to help people out.

put full face of make up on in boots, and the metamorphosis from junkie to tranny was complete. FINALLY, listen to the new bombay bicycle club album FLAWS. if i had a tail like basil brush (a trait i pray for daily) i'd wag it lazily whilst enjoying this record. theres defo shades of the shins, but in a good way. x

tips for survival

DO NOT DO THE RUNNING MAN IN THE SHOWER. think i chipped a tooth. x

hello hello baby, you called i can't hear thing...

fit wesite i've had my eye on for a while, http://www.lunacyboutique.co.uk/ , very cool and unique stuff. channeling the religion that is gaga, this bag has massive style points for design and individuality.

i've already ordered mine x

help wanted

my slave , A, has gone back home until uni commences (selfish bitch, something about having no money blah blah) so i need a new one. this AM i woke with a killer instinct for a tall skinny caramel latte, and reached out to my closest friends and companions, hopeful one would take pity and make the journey to starbucks for me in my hour of need. BUT NO. they are all too self absorbed working or going to the doctors! RUDE. its so hard to find good help these days. if anyone would like to have unpaid work experience being my PA, let me know. it may be hard work and i am rather demanding but boy, it'll look good on your CV(maybe). think devil wears prada crossed with family guy x

LEGEND.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31XMbQAoRNo&feature=player_embedded#!

coming up...

i may be taking some liberties from nylon, but i've decided to do a street style section. going to be scouting round chester and surrounding areas to hopefully snap shots of well dressed individuals doing something different. should be up within the next week.

in the meantime, the new shop drops are online, its all tres yummy! capes are the go-to shape for coats and cover-ups this winter, and look cute dressed up or down.

top l-r : Alexander Wang, Alexander McQueen, Matthew Willamson.
bottom l-r : YSL,Giambattista Valli, Zac Posen.

The capes showcased at the A/W 2010 fashion weeks combined structure with feminine elements, such as high dose cerise tones and long lean limbs partnered with killer heels, nodding towards the classic androgyny of the 1960's and the power volume of the 1980's.

On the high street, ASOS is one of the best at the minute for capes. This one is £80, but looks more expensive, and would work well with most things, plus the cut and design in very Celine. x

lessons

things i learnt today :
1. deodrant should be carried at all times.
2. smelling your own armpit in front of attractive men does NOT turn them on.
3. not everyone enjoys my singing voice, even though it was once compared to the idol that is Lassie.
4. people judge you for buying the national enquirer (mostly politics students....enough said tbh)
5. my parents are undoubtedly on a sex holiday.
x

womaniser

in the spirit of everyones fave fashion icon, britney spears, i've not washed my hair since....well i dunno but it is a highly attractive sight! thought i'd better make an effort for hades so tried to brush it AND IT SNAPPED IT HALF! like not even a couple of teeth we're talking serious damage, i have fatally maimed that poor grooming tool.
made bit of effort with the face though, big brows, white skin and plum lips. plum teeth too. i'm gonna keep it on for my starbucks trip, see if i get any freebies for blatant mental issues. the hair should seal the deal.
x

final thoughts....

 no words needed! x

Pieces of Eight

autumn feels like its creeping in, so i plan to pair a beautiful trench with  heels and a matching set for the walk to tesco and back...shame its only to visit my boyf mr cadbury :/ x

Trench Coat- Debenhams, Underwear DD+ Set - M&S, Shoes - Kurt Geiger

x

beautiful clothes for beautiful girls

as always, the fabulous people at river island have surpassed themselves with their winter collection. my fave pieces are the leopard bubble shorts and the bargain aviator coat.

the bloomer style first did the rounds a few months ago thanks to the olsens elizabeth and james label, and were favoured by leggy ladies like cameron and blake...if you can do bare pins go for it and flip the finger at the bitches who stare! otherwise thick black tights (none of this sheer bullshit, COMMIT!) and shoe boots would be a sexual experience.
every girl alive is aware of the shearling trend this winter, and this jacket would go well with the shorts, but even better with black or indigo skinnys and a beat up tee. plus, at just under £60, its less money than the asos one currently making the rounds.

toodles x

yes please

CUTE!

Shut your face!

Right, just reading Heat, and getting wee bit annoyed at everyone slagging the beautiful paloma faith off! they've put her in the 'what were you thinking' section, which is royally unfair. i know guys don't get it but girls do, and as heat is no doubt published by mostly birds, stop ragging on her! shes fit, and i like that she does different things, i'm fucking sick of cheryl cole. shes styled to death, does nothing herself, and she has malaria. not someone you want to party with. but paloma...you know she'd b a good time gal, and after you'd been out you could brush her hair....i'd prob go a bit single white female and move in for a snog to be honest if i was drunk, and yeah she'd prob file another restraining order but i don't care. i love you paloma faith, new york can have that retard that left you, i'll be your girlf!
I'm not a lesbigay but seem to have more girl crushes than male ones atm...toodles x

also...katy perry? CALL ME! x

Intense topics...

I hate the 'do you want children' convo...people always seem so horrified when i say no. i mean i 'm 22, i've been wearing the same leggings for 5 days and last time i saw  the tv remote was friday...do i look like i could hack all that nash?! me and M were discussing it in hades today, and although shes of the same mindset as me, i know she'll eventually give in, most do. babies r all fun and games until their 17, telling you their a lesbian and hooked on crack. no thankyou, i'll stick to the best offspring i could possibly aquire. A PUG . <3

Applying for another job later, can't say much but i'd love to get it. before the baby discussion, i was daydreaming about going on a shooting rampage around the shopping centre, massacring slow customers and idle octagenarians, taking some attractive gentleman hostage on the roof before being lured down by a millies cookie and the promise of free sky tv. the only thing that stopped me was what my dad would say.

Magazine day today! makes life worth living, although was very nearly put off by a man urinating in the street en route to the shop. most action i've got in weeks, but the delicious aroma seeping out his armpits and other crevices persuaded me perhaps we were not a match made in heaven, so i crossed the road and avoided eye contact. he's lucky though, if i had set my sights on him and put the charm on...he would have been terrified. to be honest its like watching the exorcist on acid. tell me again WHY AM I SINGLE?

Anyways, off to be with my beautiful glossy gospels! toodles x

Gah!

Bit sloshed to be honest, the strawberry and lime koppaberg is 100% to blame....guinea pigs keep interrupting my true blood viewing with their incestuous homosexuality...LUCKY BASTARDS. all they have to worry about is who's taking the weiner this time. speaking of which, my garden is currently littered with mashed frankfurt, 75% pork, 25% glitter and weetabix. it's the snack that just keeps giving! flat tire?! wedge it with dead pig, boyfriend not up to scratch?! have a bash with a limb oink rind. god i'm sentimental. need to go to bed soon as back in hades tomorrow. i can never quite spell that word. toodles. x

Hmmm

blog up and running for all of half an hour, and its already ruining/running my life. lay in bed, a sweaty mess, fearful of grace coddington deeming the layout a bit trash. although most would probably find flashing leopard a bit trash. i'm 100% meant to live in vegas. or bognor. whatever comes first.

Fackin Hell!

FINALLY!! took some help but at last, QUINN OF THE WORLD is up and running! bit of an anti-climax huh?