Continuing my run of impractical footwear...

...out come the suede shoe boots. I really do wish it didn't rain so much here because I LOVE these boots. I would wear them every day if I could.

I also get one of those little moments of glee every time I look at the box and remember that I saved myself £45 by a bit of clever returning and then rebuying in the sale. Ha!

If only they'd done them in black. I would dearly love to track down the perfect pair of black wedge boots but I am très fussy when it comes to a wedge and all the ones I've seen recently are UGLY. I shall add them to the "Impossible Things To Find" list. Yes, I have one.





Tshirt - Threadless "Why Is An Owl Smart?"
Waistcoat & boots - River Island sale
Necklace - belonged to my Grandma
Shorts - old pair of Dorothy Perkins jeans with the legs hacked off. Bit big but hey ho.
Blazer - New Look

Sometimes a girl just needs a good rant...

I wouldn't describe myself as an angry person but I'm no Pollyanna either. I get irked by stupid things. A lot. I'm sure I'm not alone on many of them but here are just a few of the "popular things in life that I do not like:


Pink. I believe my distaste for this awful colour is well known.


ITV. And anything on ITV (with the exception of Downton Abbey, and even that I buy on DVD). Call me a tv snob if you wish but I just don't watch it.


People who say 110% , or any type of percentage over 100. They need punching in the face.


Cupcakes. For fucks sake people. They're just ridiculously sugary fairy cakes. You're not American, so just call them fairy cakes (if you are American then ignore me). Or better still, just have a big slice of proper cake. Those silly Ladurée macaroons fall into this category too. Are they popular just because they're in girly pastel colours?


Animal print.


Dogs (with the honourable exception of Molly and Rigby). But especially rats on strings. Or rats in bags. If it has legs then let it walk.


Ugg boots.


Twilight and the popularity of vampires in fiction in general. Buffy and Angel were good; it should have stopped there.


Fashion magazines. This is where I totally fail as a fashion blogger. I don't get them. Everything is so massively out of my price range that it just bores me. I'd rather look at blogs if I'm in need of fashion related inspiration, not spend a load of money for a glossy mag full of people who are a ridiculous amount taller and slimmer than me.


Harem pants, or anything else baggy and saggy in the crotch area. And peeptoe boots.


Soap operas. They're either just plain depressing or boring as hell.


New Year. Uck.


Books belonging to the genre known as "tragic lives". Have you ever wandered round in WH Smith gawping at the array of horrendous titles? The choice is endless - they're all along the lines of "Why, Daddy, Why?" or "Stop, Mummy, Stop" Or the truly bizarre one I saw once that was subtitled something along the lines of "From Nun to Crack Whore." Who the hell wants to read things like this? (Answer - the good folk of South Liverpool, judging by how many copies there were on the shelves) There's clearly a market for it but it totally baffles me why anyone would choose to spend their leisure time reading about child abuse and rape.

Ooh I feel better for having got all that off my chest. Anyone else want to share what makes them cross? You're in a safe place here. And don't forget, even if you love all those things, we can still be friends. Just don't let your dog lick my face, m'kay?

I Must Fly

Morning all. Due to the wonders of post scheduling (which I have finally got to work for me), I shall be at the airport when this post goes live. Yes, it's holiday time!

I am going to Estoril:

With day trips to Lisbon:

And Evora:

I have more posts to come when I'm away, so keep reading! I'm sorry I have been so horrible at commenting recently but I've just had no computer time. I shall improve when I return, I absolutely promise. I've missed you all!

Slouch

Here I come, leaping and bounding into autumn with a giant slouchy jumper and a maxi skirt. Who cares about looking slinky? I want to be COSY.

To be strictly accurate, my bounding and posing was all done last week. It is fricking windy here today and I don't dare take outfit photos for fear of disappearing off into the distance Mary Poppins-style. Actually that would be quite fun, no? Except I work close to an airport so it wouldn't exactly be very sensible to be zooming round in the sky. Anyway...

Thank you for the photo suggestions everyone. I shall stick it out in the open air for as long as possible (the wall would get lonely without me around) and then see what the possibilities are with white sheets/backgrounds. If I get frostbite or hypothermia I'm blaming it on *you*.

I am massively in love with these boots right now. Typical of me though - I seem to be inexorably drawn towards suede(ish) footwear. One day I may perhaps realise that it really isn't a practical choice in this sort of climate. In the immortal words of my friend Lee, "how can someone with as many pairs of shoes as you not own a single sensible pair??"

Jumper & boots - Be Beau, Matalan (courtesy of a voucher won in Jen's blog giveaway)
Skirt - vintage
Vest top - Dorothy Perkins

A Question

What do you do when the nights start drawing in?

I know it's only just the beginning of September but the usual winter problem has reared its head early this year. If the skies are dark when you go to work and dark when you get home, what on earth do you do about outfit photos?

The obvious options are - take them at work or take them at home but inside. My problem with the first option is that it will be COLD. Not to ruin the mystique or anything but I have to take about 60 photos to get 3 usable ones. I will run the risk of hypothermia over the winter! And on days like yesterday when it happened to be warmish, I was glued to my desk from 8.30-6.30 and therefore had no lunch or tea break in which to nip out and take photos. Bah.

As for the second option, hmmm, not as easy as it seems. Would you believe that we have no plain white walls in our house? I like to think my photography skills are improving slightly and I don't want to go back to last winter's shoddy upstairs landing photos! I had to resort to closeups today as full length photos just looked awful.




Jumper, squirrel necklace & bag - H&M
Boots - Irregular Choice "Jump in Puddles" via ebay
Oddsocks necklace - Tatty Devine, present
Ring - Dorothy Perkins sale

Does anyone have any creative suggestions? Redecorating isn't an option! Nor is moving to a warmer climate...

More Rain

Another rainy day, another brolly borrowed from Lost Property. Is this not the greatest brolly in the history of all brollydom? I do still hanker after the one described in Polo by Jilly Cooper which says "Shit, it's raining" but this is a tad more polite.

Autumnal colours make me happy. I haven't stopped wearing them all year round; I never do. Browns, greens, oranges, rusts... I love them, they quite like me.

Know what else makes me happy? Elbow patches. And corduroy. I think I'm secretly a middle aged male teacher in disguise. I just need a pipe now. But yeah, check out my new skirt!

Yesterday's shopping trip was RUBBISH. I wanted black shorts: there were no black shorts. I wanted coloured jeans: they were all hideous. So I bought a very short skirt for me and a pair of rather lovely shoes for my mum, cos I'm nice like that.

Jumper - H&M
Inappropriately short skirt - Next clearance
Tights - M&S
Boots - swapped
Ring - Dorothy Perkins sale
Brolly - temporary loan from Lost Property. It will be MINE if no-one claims it soon.

Sock It

The perils of being short, part 93458893475. Short legs. Short, stumpy legs.

Now you lot are all very lovely and often make encouraging comments about how nice my legs are. But it's all a TRICK. A trick, I tell thee! I only ever get those comments when I have dark tights and high heels on. (It totally works, try it) They are no good without tights and heels. Chunky calves, plump knees, jiggly thighs - I have them all.

But feck it. Can't wear tights all the time, can I? I have always had a secret longing for knee high socks. Plus lots of bloggers totally rock knee highs and they always make me feel very jealous. Vicki always looks amazing in them, Kat has just got some beautiful new ones and A Thrifty Mrs had me wanting to nab her entire outfit when she wore some earlier in the week. Sarah (who suffers from similar leg issues to me) is even running a giveaway on this very theme. I am very prone to banging on in comments about how much I love certain things on other people but how I can't actually wear them myself.

No more.

Out came the knee highs from the depths of my sock drawer.

If people don't like my fat knees then they can sod off. I LOVE this outfit.

Dress - Uttam London, Dorothy Perkins sale
Cardi, socks and shoes - Primark
Ring - New Look

ps - I know the socks are not odd. Much as I can't bear matching normal socks, knee highs are the exception to the rule. Odd ones would be a bit too, well, clown-like...