I get a bit twitchy when a weekend's activities don't include some form of shopping. It doesn't happen often but, sadly, it can. Until this weekend I'd considered window shopping to be the least satisfying form but was proven wrong when wandering the lovely streets of Bath with somebody who had cash to spend as I save for an excessive amount of holidaying in 2010.
When that person happens to be male, you're also faced with boys clothes shops and, top of the boring tree, Millets. Honestly, I nearly nodded off in there. I get that it's purpose-driven clothing but come on, a little retail creativity wouldn't go a miss.
Anyway, with said shopping sadness well a truly behind me I can now focus my addictive attentions on London Fashion Weekend. I'm off to Somerset House on Thursday for some proper retail therapy. I may well take a break from holiday saving to satisfy any unavoidable temptations. What can a girl do?
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Packing light. Very light...
I've written once before about my new calling as a biker chick. Baby steps thus far have seen me travel five miles for a Costa coffee on one round trip and then 20 miles for a ludicrously expensive hot chocolate on the second. My third expedition is due next weekend but it's somewhat longer than its predecessors. I'm off to Bath for the weekend and top of the worry-agenda is how on earth can two people pack adequate, non-offensive outfits into one measly rucksack. Nightmare!!
Adjectives to describe my normal packing etiquette would not include 'light'. In fact they are more likley to include synonyms of OTT, 'just in case' and ridiculous. So, what can I do? View it as a style challenge to overcome with pride is my only option besides catching the train. I'm going to go for leggings and a dress that folds very, very small. It's not helpful that, as previously mentioned in my blog, I'm six foot tall. Surely this would be an easier task for somebody more vertically challenged. Less material and all that.
Anyway, I'll be sure to update on my styleless weekend away with nothing but a rucksack that usually would house my make-up!!
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
Adjectives to describe my normal packing etiquette would not include 'light'. In fact they are more likley to include synonyms of OTT, 'just in case' and ridiculous. So, what can I do? View it as a style challenge to overcome with pride is my only option besides catching the train. I'm going to go for leggings and a dress that folds very, very small. It's not helpful that, as previously mentioned in my blog, I'm six foot tall. Surely this would be an easier task for somebody more vertically challenged. Less material and all that.
Anyway, I'll be sure to update on my styleless weekend away with nothing but a rucksack that usually would house my make-up!!
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
Monday, 8 February 2010
Monkey on My Back
Having a 'monkey on your back' is said to describe an addiction of sorts. Perhaps even a drug addiction. Well, when I use it to describe the pyjamas which I can't live without, the words take on both a metaphorical and quite literal meaning.
You see, my fluffy pink PJs have brown monkeys all over them and, frankly, they do not represent the most stylish of outfit. In fact, they represent the antithesis of style. But, I can't live without them, I really can't. I'm addicted you see.
No matter how many other pairs I eye-up admiringly in La Senza, nor how many I purchase, or have purchased for me, I can't shake the cosy, comforting familiarity that comes when I slide into my soft, worn, bobbled bedtime outfit. Bliss.
I've taken some slack for them too. They are regularly ridiculed and I fear that one day they’ll 'go missing' in some act of tomfoolery. That will be a sad day indeed. They've moved house with me...four times. They have seen many a hangover, slumber party and romantic liaison (well, I mean that in the loosest sense, seeing as they are actually beginning to act as a husband deterrent).
For somebody who takes clothes quite seriously, I am myself amazed by my choice of nightwear but, I will not apologise for them. In a world where glamour doesn’t always mean comfort, who needs lace negligees and skimpy slips? Not I! This monkey on the back is here to stay.
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
You see, my fluffy pink PJs have brown monkeys all over them and, frankly, they do not represent the most stylish of outfit. In fact, they represent the antithesis of style. But, I can't live without them, I really can't. I'm addicted you see.
No matter how many other pairs I eye-up admiringly in La Senza, nor how many I purchase, or have purchased for me, I can't shake the cosy, comforting familiarity that comes when I slide into my soft, worn, bobbled bedtime outfit. Bliss.
I've taken some slack for them too. They are regularly ridiculed and I fear that one day they’ll 'go missing' in some act of tomfoolery. That will be a sad day indeed. They've moved house with me...four times. They have seen many a hangover, slumber party and romantic liaison (well, I mean that in the loosest sense, seeing as they are actually beginning to act as a husband deterrent).
For somebody who takes clothes quite seriously, I am myself amazed by my choice of nightwear but, I will not apologise for them. In a world where glamour doesn’t always mean comfort, who needs lace negligees and skimpy slips? Not I! This monkey on the back is here to stay.
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
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