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Friday, 12 October 2012


I don’t tend to spend much time browsing shops online during the summer.  This isn’t because I do an enormous amount of actual shopping in real shops instead, it’s more due to the fact that I do things in the summer.  My disposable cash tends to get sucked up by weekends away, holidays, tickets to the theatre and the ballet and the cinema, and the ever-present book-buying habit.  Then before you know it I’m moaning about there being too much month for my money and the cute frock I’ve seen gets relegated to the “look for it on ebay in six months” list rather than the “buy it NOW” list.

Winter is a different story though.  I don’t turn into some sort of SAD-affected hermit who never goes out, but the fun jaunts are definitely not as common.   When there are more funds available, I tend to shop a little bit more.   Actual shopping in the winter is hideous though.  Unless you can bunk off work for the day then you get stuck in the weekend Christmas shopping crush (which seems to start in about October) and are beaten around the legs with rogue rolls of wrapping paper until you want to stomp off home in a strop.  Oh, and don’t forget the hideously unpleasant contrast of boiling hot shops and minus temperatures outside and having to constantly strip off layers of coats, hats, scarves and gloves before you spontaneously combust on the ground floor of Primark. 

I would so much rather sit at home with a large mug of coffee and idly browse websites until something catches my eye.  And dresses always catch my eye.  Having to sometimes pay p&p is a fair trade-off for avoiding the shops in the winter as far as I'm concerned.

This is an pheasant print frock. Yes, you heard me.  Pheasants.  How amazing is that?! My #wardrobezoo is sorely lacking in the birdy-ducky thing (it's a family term) department.


Speaking of ducks... DUCKS!  How cute is this Joules beauty?


Woman cannot live by wardrobezoo alone though.  Well, not this one anyway.  I have quite the weakness for frocks that resemble soft furnishings.  Honestly, I'm not being sarky here.  I love my dresses made from duvet covers and curtains and this one reminds me of some very floral cushions that my Nan had.


I can be sensible when I try though. This is both simple and rather beautiful.


And this might seem like a super straightforward black frock (those lucky souls who can wear the colour will probably be drawn to the berry version) but just think how lovely it'd look with any of my collection of coloured opaque tights.






The Orange Jumperfest

Wednesday, 10 October 2012


I'm back!  Not that you noticed I'd gone anywhere, such is the wonder of a scheduled posts feature that actually works, but trust me, I've been gallivanting around Yorkshire for the past five days.  I've had an amazing time - lovely company, beautiful places to visit, tons of delicious food and some excellent shopping.  Naturally many, many photos were taken but here's a quick outfit, as modelled by moi, with Studley Royal as a backdrop. 

I somehow ended up packing six jumpers in varying shades of orange, rust and orangey-brown for this holiday.  Who knew I even owned that many?  If you can explain why I took six jumpers for five days (and bought another three whilst I was away), do please let me know.

How cute is this? An unexpected surprise in a package from Jacques Cider - no idea how they got my address but it was a really lovely thing to do!

Jumper - H&M
Paperbag shorts - M&S Limited Collection via charity shop
Boots - Ariat

But really, I spent most of the holiday either lounging around in my pjs or bundled up in my tweed coat and/or gilet.  We were super lucky with the weather but it got somewhat chilly during the evenings and that's when we seemed to end up yomping around the abbey ruins with the camera.  Most of the pics feature something like this.  Gilet, scarf and MASSIVE new Primark jumper which I want to cuddle to death.


If you'll excuse me, I have about 90 billion more photos to edit before I can sleep.  No easy feat on a netbook with a tiny screen, I can assure you.  Oh, and I need to pack cos I'm going to Belfast on Friday night!  Nearly forgot about that with all the Yorkshire based excitement.  If you have any recommendations for good places to eat/drink/visit, please share!

A Blogging Good Read - October

Sunday, 7 October 2012


Hello all.  It's time for the October edition of A Blogging Good Read.  Joining me this month are Steph (who doesn't blog but you can find her on Twitter @mrs_sock ) and Danni from Danni the Girl.

The first book under discussion this month was Steph's choice, The Water Babies by Rev Charles Kingsley:


As a child, my mum's favourite book was The Water Babies by Rev Charles Kingsley. When I was a child she bought me a copy. It is a hard back edition and I threw the dust cover away as I preferred the underneath. I still have it. I tried to read it many times and this book has always lived on my shelf, it is a definite favourite, and yet I've never read every page. Until now.

Am I the first person to have been utterly disappointed with my book choice?  As with many Victorian stories, I found the text to be wordy and irrelevant, my brain was screaming "get to the point" and "what are you on about?" It's such a shame as I love the story of Tom the chimney sweep, how he becomes a water baby and the adventures he has. I just wish it was written by someone else. The moral of the story is clear, and I love the characters, who are well written. It is supposed to be a children's story but I can't see that most children would get past the first page. My mum has since told me that she had a child friendly version, so maybe if you want to read it you should try that one first!

What did Danni think of it?

Hmm. This was an unusual book. Loosely, it is about a naughty chimney sweeps apprentice who gets turned into a water-baby and goes through a journey to grow up and stop being naughty. The first half was ok once I had decided just to read it as a children’s story. It was ironic and clever and easy to imagine it being loved 150 years ago by slightly older children who didn’t like being patronised by the usual fairy stories.

BUT, mostly, and especially in the second half, it was just too much and I began to stop caring about the main character. There was too much fantasy (sorry, I don’t like fantasy), it was over-descriptive and a bit too moralistic. The ending was confusing and if I understood it correctly threw the rest of the story out a bit. To be honest I finished it not liking it, even though it started off well.

Ach, I didn't like it either.  The basic problem is that it is very much a piece of Victorian children's literature and you have to be on board with what that means: long sentences (extremely long - whole paragraphs in fact), a certain degree of patronising "as you may know, children" language and an awful lot of waffle.  It was particularly bad on the last point - the story would be chugging along nicely and then suddenly the author would go into pages and pages of whimsy about an imaginary character who had no relevance whatsoever. I ended up staring at my Kindle pulling the "huh?" face.

If you persevere beyond that, or you have a higher tolerance for Victorian writing styles than I do (admittedly mine is very low - it is not my favourite period), then I can see why it would be enjoyable.  The story is interesting and he sketches out the characters, even the minor ones, in lovely detail.  I can't help thinking that I'd have enjoyed the child friendly version that Steph mentioned more than this version though!


Danni chose The Paris Wife by Paula McLain:


My choice is The Paris Wife. A beautiful, descriptive but slightly melancholy story of Ernest Hemingway's first wife Hadley and their life in Paris. I chose this because it has fantastic descriptions, it's set in fabulous 20's Paris and yet the narrative voice is unsure of herself and her relationship while also being completely in love. It felt so personal I had to keep reminding myself that this was an authors interpretation not Hadley's real diaries - although a lot of what is written is based on reality.

Did Steph enjoy it?

Set in a time that seemed to be such fun despite the hardships faced, I was looking forward to reading this book. However, it left me a little disappointed. The story would hook me in for a few pages, be really interesting and then lose me for a few while the author waffled on.

The characters were generally well written, believable, and McLain brought Hemmingway to life. There was just something about the way the story was written that frustrated me. A hopelessly romantic account, highlighting that love is not always enough, and how once doubt sets in it can become a disease. There are better and worse books out there, but I can see why this is a favourite of many.

I thought there was a lot to like about this book.  A fictionalised account of Ernest and Hadley Hemingway's marriage: it's a simple enough tale about two very complex people. It's beautifully written and I wasn't surprised to read the cover flap and discover that the author is a published poet - her use of language is so lyrical. There's such a sense of place too. The book isn't just about Paris - it covers Prohibition era America, bullfighting in Spain, skiing in the mountains and glamorous, angst ridden holidays across most of Europe - and each separate location comes across in vivid, colourful detail.

Yet I wasn't entirely captivated by it overall and I think that's for technical reasons rather than anything else. I didn't like the drops into Ernest's point of view - they're not frequent but I didn't think they were necessary. I had similar issues with Hadley's omniscience. It wasn't entirely written as if she was looking back - most of the text solidly keeps you to the present of the story - yet there were odd, jolting moments where she'd refer to a story or a person and make reference as to what they went on to be and the fame they achieved. Neither were major flaws but they prevent me from entirely sinking into the book.


My selection was Ancestral Voices by James Lees-Milne:


This is a diary rather than a novel and it covers the period 1942-1943, a time when the author had been invalided out of the Army and rejoined the National Trust in his pre-war job as Historic Buildings Secretary. It was a very different organisation to the one you may know now, with hardly any staff and only a handful of houses open to the public. Yet this was a time when finances were dwindling, heirs were dying and country houses were fading out of their former glory. His role was to tour the country and talk to owners of these houses to see if any could be handed over to the Trust.

So this book provides a lot of upper-class gossip (he was v. well connected - friends with the Mitfords, Emerald Cunard, etc), a unique perspective on country house life, opinions on buildings (some of which sadly no longer exist) and it's also a vibrant account of life in London during the war. He's an acerbic commentator - his opinions are brutally frank and often rather bitchy - but he writes so well and this diary captures a long lost world in vivid detail.  It's an unusual book to pick and you do have to have your diary reading hat on when reading it, but it's one that I find endlessly fascinating.

Did it fascinate Danni?

This book to me was one of contrasts. It was good, but I wanted it to be over quicker; it was interesting, but there was too much information and although I liked the historical aspect, I wanted more personal information.  I thought the author James Lees-Milne was a very nice chap who just seemed so normal that I liked him immediately. I also really liked the language and I keep talking rather like the author now…

However as I said above, there was just too much information in this book for the average reader who knows nothing about historical buildings (Alex I’m guessing you were ok there!) or society at the time. It was really interesting to read the diary of a normal middle-class man in the middle of the war and the way all the middle/upper classes of society seemed to know and gossip about each other, but there were only a few names I recognised and really, there was a new name (or a recurring one that I’d forgotten) every few words. There are footnotes on every page which my eye was always drawn to but these just elaborated on the titles etc. of the people mentioned in the text.

If I wasn’t rushing this book (oops) I might not have minded that it just trundles along with no real “story” thread but then I also might have committed the sin of leaving in unfinished as I am a very lazy reader.
If you like diaries and non-sensational social commentary then this one is for you. However if you like storylines and big events in your books then I wouldn’t recommend it.

Did Steph share Danni's mixed views?

This is not a book I would ever have picked up by choice, I am no history fan. I can see why it appeals to Alex! I won't say that I loved it, but I didn't hate it either. It was easy to read, and because of the diary format, also easy to put down and come back to.

A very personal, but sharply written account. Milne gives insight into the times, and to how he felt as a young man, post discharge from the war. The characters are well observed. A must read for anyone with an interest in 40s/ WW2 era history, the National Trust etc. I would have been happier with more gossip and less houses!


Thank you ever so much to Steph and Danni for joining in.  There was a bit of an unintentional historical theme running through the picks for this month but if you'd like to read along and join in next month then the books under discussion are very different!

We'll be reading Goodnight Mr Tom by Michelle Magorian, The One From The Other by Phillip Kerr and Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. 

I'm Going On A Boot Hunt

Friday, 5 October 2012


Last Friday I was in coat hunting mode. I'm still drawing up the shortlist of duffel coat options but I may well have a cape on the horizon, courtesy of Char's wardrobe clearout. Yay!


This weekend I'm on a boot hunt. It may shock you to read this but I only own one pair of knee high boots. Yes, that's right. Me, all round shoe-lover (although not Crocs or Uggs. Never those.) and proud owner of far too many pairs of footwear to count without wincing, only owns one pair of boots. And they were third hand. I have a few pairs of ankle boots, although not that many. My basic problem is that I'm a magpie. A shoe magpie. I'd come up with some amusing compression of that but it'd be *cough*shagpie*cough* and that conjures up something entirely different.

Ahem.

I like shoes. I'm easily drawn to colourful heels and pretty flats. You just have to look at my Irregular Choice collection for proof of that. As much as I appreciate a good pair of boots, they're never top of my shopping list. Leather is lovely and I will go and stroke it in the shops but I'll always buy the impractical green heels instead.  Shopping for shoes online is safer: I'm less prone to distraction by sparkles.

  This continued overlooking of boots is especially odd because I was rather heavily influenced in my formative years by this look:

(picture borrowed from essbeevee - read about Sarah's own knee high boot traumas)

I love Buffy and her dodgy late 90's outfits.


Back then, I didn't have the legs for short skirts and boots. Things are better since I lost the weight but I still have issues. I know I've mentioned this whilst beefing on about welly shopping but I have out of proportion wide calves. This seems to be common amongst the 5'2' women of my acquaintance but we're going to have the last laugh – I've been assured it means we will cope well in a famine or zombie apocalypse. Ha! In your face, skinny legged people!

I was rattling back through old blog photos recently and came across this one.
 

Hey there super short skirt and boot combo! I clearly can wear this look, I just need to work a bit harder to find the boots than my skinny legged friends do.  I'm prepared to put the effort in though. I need more pairs and they aren't going to magically tapdance their way over to me.  I'll have to search for them. 


I really want these:




And these are a longer version of the H&M ankle boots I've just bought, so they're definitely appealing to me.  I do love a heel on a knee high boot.



Or I may just give in to those magpie tendencies and get these instead. Shiny, shiny.


Specs Appeal

Wednesday, 3 October 2012



I'm a proud glasses wearer.  Have a quick read through this post if you want to see me getting a bit ranty about the subject (Yes, I am still mad at that person who told me I'd ruin the wedding photos by being a bridesmaid in glasses.) but today I have no time for rants.  I am feeling extremely cheerful because I have new specs!

I made a couple of discoveries when selecting these frames. Firstly, either my tastes are cheaper than they used to be, or the lower priced frames have got nicer because the bill was half the price it was two years ago. Huzzah! Secondly (and not so huzzah-worthy), I quickly established that my face just does not suit a lot of frame shapes. I get my eyes tested at Specsavers and I had vague hopes of suiting some of their fab Gok Wan range. Sadly not. A lot of the retro shapes, lovely as they are, look ridiculous on me. Which is odd, cos I have a big head. But clearly not a big face?  Or perhaps it's just not the sort of face that can wear big specs and look cool.

I ventured a bit out of my usual style with this pair though. Tortoiseshell, with a very slight retro shape to them, they're just lovely.


Apparently green isn't a big colour in the world of specs (boo hiss), and although one of the shop assistants was a complete gem and made it her mission to track down every single pair they had in every possible shade of green, none of them were quite right. I went for this pair instead.  They're classed as green in the catalogue but they're totally aqua.


Now that my eyes have got used to them and I don't have the dreaded new-prescription headache anymore, I am super pleased!

Top pair - Ruth
Bottom pair - Melanie

The Best Jumper in the World

Monday, 1 October 2012




Happy Monday everyone (says the mardy looking girl).  Would you like to see The Best Jumper in the World?  Of course you would.  Behold!  It is green.  It is super cute.  It was on sale.  That is practically the holy trinity of jumper characteristics as far as I'm concerned!

I had really bad lighting issues today *shakes fist at the stupid weather* so have had to faff around with this. The jumper is now the right shade of green but my hair, unsurprisingly, is not that red.

Anyway, it has HEDGEHOGS on.  I think that automatically gives the wearer extra cool points and a seat at the top table of the #wardrobezoo party, should we ever have one.  If you all buy one of these jumpers, we can officially be classed as a prickle of hedgehogs, which has got to be one of the best collective nouns ever.

Why am I eating my hair? Your guess is as good as mine.  Best of a bad bunch, photo wise...

I'm feeling fairly prickly today.  Mondays aren't usually that irritating but today has been quite high on the annoying scale.  If it could go wrong, it has done, and in quite spectacular style in some cases.  I'm a bit anxious about going swimming tonight in case I accidentally drown myself or something.
  However I am a firm believer that glancing down at yourself and being able to smile at your outfit makes you feel better, even if it's only slightly.  Hence the mad tights and lovely shoes I'm sporting today.  I am such a fan of a wedge heel - perfect for work and slightly better for me than a pair of flats.  Lovely as flats are, sometimes I just need a bit more height!  I say sometimes... I mean all the time.  I am very short after all.
Jumper - ASOS sale
Skirt - H&M
Tights - Birmingham market
Shoes - Office via ebay
Ring & clutch - Dorothy Perkins

Winter Coats

Friday, 28 September 2012


There are lots of things I love about this time of year. Coats are one of them.  I'm not alone in this.  A quick look through my blog roll is showing up all sorts of posts talking about autumn/winter clothing and coats seem to be top of the list for a lot of people. I love it. I can happily debate the merits of colour vs pattern, tweed vs fur, fitted vs casual, for ages. Pockets, buttons, collars, trim: they’re all much more fun on winter coats than they are on summer jackets.

I never used to be able to join in with these conversations. Roll back to 2009 and I had one boring black winter jacket that had lasted me about four years and I just couldn’t understand why people had or needed 47 coats. I mean, black goes with everything, right? One black coat should do nicely. Then I suddenly saw the light. I don’t know why or how it happened but now the understairs cupboard and hat stand in my room are overflowing with coats and jackets of all sizes, shapes and colours. Look! This isn’t even all of them, just the ones I’ve managed to take photos of.

L - Posh tweedy. R (top to bottom)- vintage via Vix's ebay shop, H&M via ebay, French Connection

L - vintage Aquascutum. R (top to bottom) - H&M via ebay, Kookai via car boot sale, Very.co.uk

It may seem as if I’ve got most of the bases covered: I have tweed, smart, colourful, faux fur, leather, vintage and cosy coats already. There’s always room for one (or two) more in the coat cupboard though. As with most of my clothing purchases, I'm always in search of value for money when looking to add a coat to my collection. That doesn't have to mean stalking ebay and charity shops and totally ignoring the High St shops. I'm always happy to pay decent money for the perfect thing. Case in point, the tweedy coat in the first picture. I adore it and don't care how much it cost.

On my current wishlist are the perfect duffel coat (because I always did want to be Paddington Bear) and the perfect cape (because I can’t be a bear all the time and maybe I can pretend to be a tall, glam cape-wearer instead). I intend to hit the shops good and hard until I find them.

This looks like it could be a winner

This is cute and sparkly.  Love it.


Somebody hold my handbag for me.  I've got some serious trying on to do!