Dr Martens sale!!!

The queue just after 10am - I'm standing somewhere behind the girl in the red jacket's group1

So this weekend just passed - Saturday 24th March myself, my boyfriend and hundreds of other people queued outside the Truman Brewery in London's fashionable Brick Lane awaiting the opening of the Dr Martens warehouse sale.  All shoes and boots for £25 each... no wonder the queue was so long!!

I planned on getting to the venue as early as possible, which didn't quite happen.  Still, after stopping for a coffee and travelling the short journey on the train to Shoreditch, we arrived to take our place in the queue, not too far from the doors.  About 20 minutes after we had arrived, the queue had tripled in size with chatter and smoke, the smell of breakfast baps and the occasional tourist stopping to snap a picture of the never ending line of stylish shoppers.

Inside the sale venue shortly after it opened.

The moment I got through the doors, I ran up the stairs to be greeted by a maze of brown boxes stacked neatly in groups of sizes.  I later found out that these neat stacks descended into a state of cardboard chaos! 

After tracking down the size 5's I got the boyfriend to look through boxes for me to hunt down some styles I might like -he's a good boy and knows his fashion so I trust him to pick out something great!  Box after box hunting for styles I wanted.  We actually both picked up the same red suede pair of shoes which made us laugh - he knows me too well!

Then I spotted them.  The white 3 hole shoes with grey flower tapestry that I'd lusted after since their release last year.  I went for the box and wrapped my arms tight round it to ensure no one could wrangle them away fro me.  I looked down at the label grinning, only to find they were a size 4... disaster!!!  So I try them on.  For £25 I can put up with slightly tighter Doc's.  Still, if they really didn't fit then I wasn't about to cripple my feet for love nor money!  I slipped my slightly bigger foot into the left shoe expecting to feel it pushing against the leather and making me howl with pain... nothing.  YES!!!!!!  

So I bought them.

I am definitely doing one of these sales again!

My beautiful new, slightly small 3 hole patterned shoes!

And the red suede shoes with iconic yellow stitching!

The hair.

 Today I re-bleached my roots.  They were at least an inch long and my usual dusty pink ends were looking a bit crap.  So I put on my gloves, separated my hair and attacked with the powdered bleach mixture...

After leaving for the instructed amount of time, and washing the remaining dye from my hair, I towel dried and looked in the mirror to be greeted by a blond/peach/pink head of hair! 

"OMG" I thought, "I'm gonna have to wear a scarf until I can dye it pink again"... 

But now I'm used to my new in between colouring colour and quite enjoying looking like something riddled with E-numbers!!

And as for the new 'do... well the quiff/mohawk was originally coiffed by a friend of mine who is a trained and particularly good, professional hair stylist from a top London salon.

But my sides were getting a bit unruly so I got my mum to shave them off for me!

Hahaha! Free maintenance!

I am totally loving the new colours and shapes I'm experimenting with this year though. This time peach - next time blue....?

Sun = Fun!

Just a little update as I don't have loads to write about at the moment...

So here are some pics I found from the London, New York and Paris Fashion Week's.

I am loving a bit of swishy skirt action at the moment and cant wait for the weather to warm up some more so I can go all out and stop wearing everything with thick black tights!  Looking forward to rocking a sheer skirt, with boots or wedges, plimsolls or sandals, and an awesome little printed t-shirt hanging loose and piled high with jewellery! 

Print me up buttercup!  Most of my wardrobe is covered in some print or another and that's the way I like it!  Why wear plain old clothes that go with everything?  I'm gonna wear it all at once and clash it up... but only in a way that looks good mind.  I'm not some crazy old lady after all.....

I also cant wait to start injecting some bright colours into my wardrobe again - shoes, socks, bags, tees, dresses, jeans and even my hair - bring it on!! Sunshine = colour!  

So girls, when the sun comes out and the heat starts to warm our pasty skin, don't forget the colour and remember SUN = FUN!

The cool kids.

"DAAAHRLINGS!!!  YOU'RE FABULOUS!!!  MWAH, MWAH."

This is what I imagine all the lovies at London Fashion Week's catwalk shows saying to each other as they sashay to their seats in the front rows.  I can just imagine it - Anna Wintour sitting next to Karl Lagerfeld, shades on, whispering their likes and dislikes to each other as tall alien like models strut past.

But for me, the real fashionistas and trend setters arent the magazine editors and designers but the real girl on the street who gets snapped wearing a kooky cool outfit.  There are soooooo many street style blogs to trawl through on the web these days, and all the ones I've looked at are very similar and harp on about those designers and 'hot new trends'.  What about a blog that just shows guys and girls with epic amounts of attitude and a wardrobe of clothes that match? 

Here are some I found online that I think are purely just... cool.  I dont care if these people are trendy or in fashion, I just like what they're wearing.  I also find looking at these cool kids influences my own style.  Pick and mix, chop and change, but most of all have fun with what you wear.

I want the travel bug...

Since there hasn't been a lot for me to do recently apart from wake up and job hunt, the blogging has got a little slow.  But here's what I've been thinking lately;


I WANT TO GO TRAVELLING!!!


A friend of mine is leaving for Canada for a year, and I must say that I am insanely jealous and wish I had the money to just pack it all in here and go with him for as long as possible.  I'm bored of England and all it's bloody minded politics and issues.  Living with my parentals is slowly making me turn back into a teenager, much to their annoyence, and I'm on the dole.

If I had savings, I'd pack up a suitcase, get a temporary work visa and kiss my family goodbye. 

It's not just Canada I'd like to visit either.  There are so many places I want to travel to and stay in.  I have never travelled much as the traditional annual family holiday wasn't something my Dad ever wanted to do.  I have been to the 'usual' destinations such as Paris (school and college), Amsterdam (uni trip, muchos fun), my uncles weird village up a mountain in Germany (no pub, lots of snow and a dog that farted constantly!), Blegium and Ireland.  Oh and a holiday to Turkey with a total git of an ex where I flirted with the waiter who couldn't speak English... apart from a crush and a great tan, the memories from that holiday are better off forgotten. 

So I want to make some new memories, bring back photo's and trinkets from all the places I visit and live some life.  The only problem with this is the usual concept of travelling is that same old 'gap year' experience, trekking around with a back pack and hairy armpits is not for me!  I want a toilet that I want to sit on, a shower that doesn't consist of cold water from a bucket, and food that won't give me the shits when I could be having fun.

My friend has the right idea.  He's a hair stylist so can get a job almost anywhere in the world.  That's the kind of thing I want to be able to do... my current situation of being a bum isnt going to get me off this bed and onto a plane anytime soon. 

So to my readers and foreign friends out there - if you have a bed or a sofa I can borrow for a cheaper way to holiday, please let me know and maybe I'll see you on my travels!!

Are women with tattoos classy? Or should they just go get their nails done...?

This is something a friend posted on my Facebook wall with "Sorry if this makes you have a mad rant" written above it.  As a tattooed woman and proud of it, I completely disagree with what this narrow minded sexist woman had to say about body art and those who have it... I DO NOT agree with any of her opinions.  Here it is:

Article by Lisa Khoury from The Spectrum, the independent publication for the University of Buffalo.

I get it. It’s the 21st century. You’re cool, you’re rebellious, you’re cutting edge, you have a point to prove, and you’re a woman. Awesome.
Ladies, I know you’re at least at the legal age of making your own decisions, but before you decide to get a tattoo, allow me to let you in on a little secret. A secret you may have not fully realized yet thus far in your life. What you must understand is, as women, we are – naturally – beautiful creatures.
Seriously, though. Your body literally has the ability to turn heads. Guys drool over us. We hold some serious power in our hands, because – as corny as this sounds – we hold the world’s beauty.
But something girls seem to forget nowadays, or maybe have not been taught, is that women hold the world’s class and elegance in their hands, as well. So what’s more attractive than a girl with a nice body? I’ll tell you what: a girl with class. Looks may not last, but class does. And so do tattoos.
An elegant woman does not vandalize the temple she has been blessed with as her body. She appreciates it. She flaunts it. She’s not happy with it? She goes to the gym. She dresses it up in lavish, fun, trendy clothes, enjoying trips to the mall with her girlfriends. She accentuates her legs with high heels. She gets her nails done. She enjoys the finer things in life, all with the body she was blessed with.
But marking it up with ink? That’s just not necessary.
I’m not here to say a girl should walk around flaunting her body like it’s her job – that’s just degrading. Instead of getting a tattoo, a more productive use of your time would be improving and appreciating the body you have been given, not permanently engraving it.
Can you get meaning out of a tattoo? Arguably. If you want to insert ink into your skin as a symbol for something greater than yourself, then maybe you are proving a point to yourself or the rest of the world.
But at the end of the day, are you really a happier person? Has this tattoo, for instance, caused you to learn something new about yourself? Has it challenged you? Has it led you to self-growth? Nothing comes out of getting a tattoo. You get a tattoo, and that’s it. You do something productive, though, and you see results. That’s a genuine, satisfying change in life. Not ink.
Invest your time, money, and effort into a gym membership, or yoga classes, or new clothes, or experimenting with different hairstyles if you’re craving something new with your body, not a tattoo.
I promise, it will be a much more rewarding experience, and you won’t find yourself in a rut when your future grandkids ask you what’s up with the angel wings on your upper back as you’re in the middle of giving them a life lesson on the importance of values and morals.
God knows the last thing this world needs is another generation of kids questioning their basic values and morals.

If you are a follower of my blog, you either know me, or have similar opinions as me.  I hope this angered you as much as it did me.  If you agree with her... please leave right away.  Thank you my beauties x

I get by with a little help from my friends...

Well hello there lovlies!  It's been a while, I know.  Thing is, it's kinda hard to want to blog when you feel like it's all gone to shit.  But now it's onwards and upwards....

I have had a bit of a hard time recently, and hence my absence from this sea of blogging and chatting random bollocks to the void.

If you have been keeping up with this blog, you will know that I spent the holidays in Belgium and had a great time.  Alas things came to a head the day I stepped back into the family home to begin my residency as twentysomething daughter/lodger/bum.  I am jobless, depressed and broke.

To be honest though, even when I wake up feeling rough and looking like Casper the friendly ghost's paler sister, the moment I've washed and slicked on that lippy I'm about ready for the world.  Especially if I know I'm seeing my mates for a coffee and a catch up or a bottle of wine and a dance.  It's all about knowing that I'll be in good company and knowing that even at my worst my friends accept me.

I've had quite a bit of support from my friends back home in the area I grew up in.  There are those who never left, those who never will, and those who - like me - want to get out again as soon as possible and see the world (or at least a bit more of old Blighty!).  Over the last few weeks of January I have found these people and had some laughs and shared some tears.

There's that old school friend who now has a swanky job in a hair salon making all the cool kids look awesome, and who did me a favour by re-styling me last week.  A favour never goes un-returned I say.  And even though it was a samll thing for him to do, it was a big deal for me.  Not only do I now look moderatly cooler, but we had a catch up, a drink and remeniced along with another old friend from the same primary school.  All topped off by a monumental hangover the following morning...

A friend from college sorted me out with flat beers and a chinese take-out one night.  We chatted about all sorts of shit including Valentines day, photography and dating - mostly about him dating the entire young female population of Greater London.  We sat and watched crappy telly and bitched about it before trying a mix of whiskey, warm water and sugar... don't try it at home, it's rank.  This evening put me at ease and made me feel fat, which was exactly what I needed!!

My sister is also one of my closest friends.  On the day myself and my boyfriend (yes the one I went to Belgium with) dissolved our relationship, she bought me pizza and wine and we watched the Sex and the City movie on her sofa.  She's one of the only girls I'll comfortably hang out with like that.

Along with these people, there are the guys and girls who I've seen out and about who have made it all just a little easier to make that awkward transition from uni student to local girl again.  When I shyly told one of my cooler friends that I had to sign on the dole for jobseekers allowance, he told me not to be ashamed and that many people, including himself, had been on it too at some point and that it's ok to ask for help. 

So this blog entry is just to say thank you to the people mentioned, they will know who they are, and to those who have helped me.  Whether it was a hug to say hello or goodbye, giving me a cigarette, buying me a drink or paying for lunch, no favour goes un-returned, and I will make up for any short-commings I may be currently facing.  Shine on you crazy diamonds <3