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A couple of weeks ago I was contacted by Very.co.uk and asked if I would like some free clothes. To be honest, that probably comes a close second to asking me if I want free beer. I’d never looked at the site before, as I rarely shop on catalogue sites or the High Street, so
Sooo, over the Summer I have a couple of lovely vintagey events lined up. First up, in July is the Chap Olympics and secondly I am off to Vintage at Goodwood in August (Are you off to either of these? Let me know!) But what’s a girl to wear? I have the urge to treat
Whilst at the Lady K Loves shoot last week the photographer, the wonderful Jon Bolland of StrobeMe, offered to take a few photos of me seeing as I fit in so well with my surroundings. Instantly I wished I’d applied a little more foundation and blusher when I’d got ready at 7am that morning and
Yes, I’m back on the lingerie lust again…. I haven’t posted about pants since February, but the urge to spend silly amounts of money on frivolities has reared its ugly head again. In fact, this time I’m not even sure I count my current objects of desire as frivolities. What I’m particularly lusting after is
Last week I took a little trip to Tunbridge Wells to the Spa Valley Railway. But this was no jolly on a steam train. No. I was there with the wonderful Kessie of Lady K Loves shooting her new pieces for Autumn Winter. The shoot has a glamorous, dark and mysterious film noir feel and
You may have noticed there was no post from me yesterday…. The reason was that I’m currently in Kent, and yesterday I spent the day in Tunbridge Wells at the Steam Railway with Lady K Loves shooting some new items for Autumn Winter. It was a fantastic day and the initial shots look amazing. I
The first England game of the World Cup is just 3 days away. There’s no avoiding it, and to be honest I don’t want to. I like any excuse for a party and the World Cup is certainly that. I like an excuse to get all excited and patriotic for a couple of weeks. What
I’m not a particular fan of being bright red, orange, or patchy like a tabby cat. This is no problem, generally. Living in the UK I’m hardly sheltering from blazing sun on a daily basis. But when the sun does shine I want to go out and enjoy it. I don’t want to stay hidden
Wedding season is most definitely upon us. I say this with confidence as walking through town on Saturday night involved navigating large groups of girls in matching neon leg warmers and boys in matching T Shirts. Once the Hen and Stag parties are out the wedding invitations start flooding in. Whilst a hat is the
