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Friday, 9 November 2012




She'd ditch the gingham and wear a skater dress instead...



She'd change her shoes. Red glittery heels are all well and good but when you have to tread a more cobbled path than the yellow brick road, glittery navy smart shoes are the sensible option...


She'd don a cape. Obviously. Why should the wicked witch get all the fun accessories?


She'd leave Toto behind. The interwebs belong to the cats: we all know that.  Every outfit is improved by a little #wardrobezoo...


And she'd definitely have moved on from a wicker basket to a bag of the more chic variety.


Cape - vintage, present from Char (who is definitely NOT a wicked witch)
Dress & tights - Primark
Ring - ASOS
Gloves - vintage, via charity shop
Bag - vintage, present from Zoe
Shoes - StylistClick 

A Blogging Good Read - November

Wednesday, 7 November 2012



Hi all and welcome to the November edition of A Blogging Good Read. Joining me this month are Chloe from Chloe Likes To Talk and Sarah from Reader. Writer. Nerd.

Up first is Chloe's choice, Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian:


For me this is a serious piece of childhood nostalgia. It’s long been a favourite since discovering it in my local library and I finally bought my own (much thumbed) copy a few years back. Whilst as a child it was a story that gripped me, as an adult I love it because it’s such a stark reminder that families are what you make them, and although blood might be thicker than water, ultimately it’s loving one another unconditionally that makes a family.

What did Sarah think of it?

I first read Goodnight Mister Tom in primary school as part of our library sessions, and loved it then – hence why I was quietly pleased to see it suggested by Chloe as her choice, I had been hankering to read it again and had an inkling that it would be different a second time round, now I’m over 10 years older and appreciate children’s books in a different way. It was with a mix of nostalgia and comfort that I settled in to read Goodnight Mister Tom again, and as expected I found the story to be much more vivid, emotional and powerful than I remembered when I read it for the first time.

Mister Tom is an elderly inhabitant of the small country village that William Beech, an evacuee from London, is sent to part way through the second world war. At first appearing gruff and simple, Mister Tom is revealed to be one of the kindest, most generous of gentlemen, providing Willie with a stable and loving home, something the boy was sorely missing back in London. Both Willie and Mister Tom benefit from the unlikely pairing; Willie growing in confidence and acceptance of himself, leaving behind the scared, beaten child he had once been; and Mister Tom finding someone to care for and love unconditionally again since the death of his wife earlier in his life, a development which enabled him to abandon his loneliness and become a much loved part of his village community again. Their story is a beautiful, gentle tale, regularly shaken up by both excitement and tragedy. Elements of the story, Willie’s life back in London in particular, are horrific and upsetting, but equally the book shows that hardship can be and is overcome, that tragedy doesn’t negate happiness, that both can happen (often alongside each other) and that life and people are constantly changing – the only surprise being our own individual ways of coping when it does.

Goodnight Mister Tom is overall a warm, touching and incredibly emotional novel, told in a simple way by Michelle Magorian who realises that powerful events don’t need complicated metaphors and clever syntax to deliver feeling. I laughed, I cried, I came close to hugging the book at times, and once I had finished I made a pact with myself to re-read this book once every 10 years in the future. A timeless classic, and one that really lightens the heart despite its at-times-difficult-subject matter.


It's always been a real favourite of mine as well, although I must admit that I haven't read it recently. There's always that slight sense of trepidation when you pick up a long-beloved book again in case it doesn't live up to your memories. Well this has definitely held up to the test of time, and if anything it's got better as I've got older. Michelle Magorian always writes beautifully about the war years (I especially like A Little Love Song if anyone is looking to try another of her books) and captures a unique blend of countryside cosiness and impending tragedy.

You are hereby warned: don't read this expecting all sweetness and light. It might be a children's book but there is tragedy and it will make you cry if you're anything like as soft as me. My overwhelming impression of this book is one of joy though. It's a depiction of real, enduring love that grows unexpectedly and weathers all sorts of storms.

My choice for the month was Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman:


Why did I pick it? Well, I'm eternally fascinated by the idea of parallel universes and going through a door/mirror/wardrobe/wall to end up somewhere that looks similar but is fundamentally very different. Richard Mayhew stops in the streets of London to help a wounded young girl and then gets caught up in the universe of London Below, the titular Neverwhere. You may recognise some of the geography - it spans disused tube stations, sewers, tunnels and everything below the capital city but it's not London as you'd know it.

I don't pretend it's a perfect book - there are some elements that fall a little short and you do sometimes get the sense that Gaiman was having so much fun with his supporting characters that he stopped short of fully fleshing out Richard. The world, feel and plot of Neverwhere are utterly enthralling though and as usual with his books, the villains are truly, truly creepy. You can't escape the sense of menace in this one.

Let's hear Chloe's thoughts on it:

When I read the blurb for this, I was a bit sceptical. I usually steer well clear of anything even close to fantasy. Yes, I am that narrow minded. I like my reading to distract me from my every day, but I don’t like to concentrate *that* hard. All that said, this was an enjoyable read. It took me a while, because I found it difficult to throw myself into for long periods of time, but the story behind the double world kept me interested, and the fantasy element was imaginable to the point I now take a closer look at rats when I’m walking the streets of London.

I wasn’t sold on the main character, he irritated me at times, and I felt he was under developed. I wanted to know more about him as well as the leading lady and the villain. The verdict…. Not bad, but not something I’d rush back to. I felt the characters let the story down.


Did Sarah like it more?

I’ve been wanting to read Gaiman for AGES so was really pleased when Alex suggested Neverwhere as her choice. It finally gave me an excuse to cave in and buy it, along with the rest of the set of Gaiman’s books… (shh, there was a deal on). After anticipating it for so long, I was worried Sod’s Law would come into action and I’d hate it, but am pleased to say that I was right to be excited and that I really, really enjoyed this book.

Neverwhere sweeps you off into a alternate world, but one that remains a reflection of reality. Yes, there is magic and logically impossible happenings, and hybrid creatures just a little too odd to be human, but it’s a world in which you can believe, set as it is in London – partly underground, partly ‘real’ London, partly ‘other’ London. Our main character Richard Mayhew discovers these different Londons when he performs the act of a good Samaritan, and in return ‘accidentally’ gets pulled into the frantic, dangerous and complicated life of Door, a girl from ‘other’ London - Neverwhere. Neverwhere appears to be based in the labyrinth of underground canals, sewers and tube lines criss-crossing the capital, and is home to a variety of inhabitants, non of them conforming to a particular ‘race’ or nationality, all of them different, and all of them dangerous in their own way. Some become friends of Richard, more become foes, and Richard fights his way through their world with a mixture of desperation, obligation and confusion, his and Doors fate seemingly tangled up as one.

The plot twists and turns, revealing no-one to be exactly who you thought they were, and nowhere to be exactly static. The paired characters Croup and Vandemar are two of the most powerfully imposing ‘baddies’ I have ever come across in fiction, and every single one of their chapters made me shiver, feel a bit sick, get angry, or all three. The story as a whole is unsettling – maybe because of the queer nature of the quest the characters are on, maybe because of the fact their fates are never clear cut, maybe because Neverwhere is a bit too close to reality – it is, in effect, one of the biggest ‘what if’s?’ of fantasy fiction. Neverwhere is a scary place, with uncanny parallels to our own lives, and I finished the book wondering how much I really know about the world I live in. The ending itself was a complete surprise, especially in light of the twist that we see about two thirds of the way in, and I found myself thinking that Richard Mayhew is one of the most aggravating and strangest characters I have ever come across. Neverwhere has definitely become one of my favourite books, and Neil Gaiman a complete luxury of an author. I can’t wait to read the rest of his collection!

Sarah's own pick was The One From The Other by Philip Kerr:


What were her reasons for picking this book?

Now, if you know me or follow me on twitter you’ll be aware that I am MASSIVELY obsessed with crime/detective novels. This obsession was started somewhat by reading Philip Kerr’s ‘Berlin Noir’ trilogy when I was in high school, and was rekindled tenfold 2 years ago at university when I managed to pick up a copy of the follow-on book by Kerr – The One From The Other. TOFTO features the famous detective Bernie Gunther who previously worked in WW2 Berlin and is now stationed in post-war Munich.

In TOFTO, the year is 1949. Bernie has survived the war a free man, with a few morals left intact and some twisted and confused. He is a character that both appeals and disturbs; as a reader you want to see him as ‘the good guy’ but his sardonic wit, habit of getting into sticky situations with the Nazi party amongst other dubious characters, and self admitted disposition to doing ‘the dirty work’ ensures he remains a confusing, intriguing and questionable protagonist. TOFTO is structured around a woman’s plea to Bernie to find her missing husband. As with most things in a post-war, defeated and unstable country such as Germany, the task isn’t as ordinary as appears at first glance – the woman doesn’t want her husband back, she wants Bernie to provide evidence that he is dead. The detective encounters deceit, hypocrisy, backstabbing and flat out hatred in his dealings with the case, narrating his activities with his trademark cynicalism and satire.

The plot is complex and winding, full of cliff-hangers, flashbacks and double bluffs, and keeps you guessing till the very end. Kerr’s pacing sits beautifully with the subject matter, and his expert use of metaphors, philosophical musings and periods of great detail all truly engage you in the struggles of his main character. Being set in post-war Germany, the novel stays very close to fact, and offers interesting historical tit-bits embedded in the otherwise fantastical narrative. TOFTO is humorous, exciting, clever, dangerous, and confusing, and definitely shows Kerr off to his best. Bernie plays for both sides, and even as the reader you don’t ever feel you know his true allegiance or personal motives. This is one of my favourite detective novels of all time, and one that reads well as both a stand-alone or as a continuation of a set. The story gets you to question your own morals and rethink where your personal line is drawn.


Gosh, I'm very glad I persevered with this book. I have to admit that the beginning did not grab me. I settled into the main character well enough - he's a really interesting soul - but there seemed to be a lot of diving around, both geographically and chronologically, before we got to the gist of the story. Was it to try and tie this particular book in with the previous books in the series? Coming to it as someone who hasn't read any of the previous three, I can only say it didn't seem entirely necessary for the plot of this one.
The main story is really compelling though and once you've got beyond the beginning and into the main plot, you can't put it down. It's so twisty turny and just when you think one problem is resolved, Bernie is launched straight into even worse trouble. I especially enjoyed how the author brought post-WW2 Germany to life as a complex and vivid place. I don't know if it's a period that's under-represented in fiction or whether I just haven't read the right books, but it's easy to forget that there were massive divisions within the country. The impact of being on the losing side was bad enough, but somehow I'd never really considered all the infighting and hatred that was evident afterwards.

And what did Chloe have to say about it?

This book had me hooked the second I understood it was German related. As someone who nurses an addiction to most things German and spent time living there, it was fascinating to read something set in the pre and post WWII eras. There were times where I wished to understand a bit more of the protagonist, but having realised that this book is the fourth in a series, I suspect that was the missing link for me with Bernie Günther.

The story had me wondering most of the way through, but then I’ve never been great at working out what’s going to happen next. This isn’t necessarily a book for those sensitive regarding the issues that arise from the Jewish persecution in Germany, or the subsequent Russian involvement in Germany, there were parts of this book that made me quite melancholy because there truly is no escaping it. I still couldn’t put it down though.

Verdict… I’ve just purchased books 1-3 in this series and I suspect I may lose a few evenings to them quite soon. This is reminiscent of some of the 50’s German crime fiction I’ve read (and have a bit of a soft spot for) and makes for a historically interesting read whilst still giving you a crime fiction fix.



Very many thanks to Chloe and Sarah for joining in this month and picking such good books!

If any of you would like to read along and discuss the books next month then we'll be reading A Tale of Time City by Diana Wynne Jones, Out of the Silent Planet by C.S Lewis and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

Coats and Cupboards

Monday, 5 November 2012



I love keeping a diary.  I write it every night and although it sometimes seems like a bit of a chore when I'm desperate to go to sleep, it's really interesting to look back through it every now and then.  I was doing that very thing last night to try and pull out a list of which films I'd seen at the cinema this year (26 so far...) and came across an entry from last April raving about the vintage coat I'd found in an antiques shop in Hay on Wye.  Said coat has been lurking in the understairs cupboard for months and I'd genuinely forgotten about it.  This may sound odd but if you have a coat cupboard, you will know what I mean.  They are dark and mysterious places.

I went in for a rummage for it this morning, got my foot stuck through the handle of a jute bag and managed to temporarily blind myself by hooking a waterproof coat over my own face.  Actually, make that dark, mysterious and dangerous places.  But I came out safely in the end, triumphantly bearing my beautiful coat.


On such a chilly day it has been the perfect thing to sling over my clothes.  I always forget quite how much I enjoy a good coat.  Sounds a bit mad that, doesn't it?  I own enough of them: I must like them!  They just don't have that immediate, obvious joy that comes with snuggling into a big cosy jumper or catching sight of your feet when you have a sparkly pair of shoes on.  But they do have their own special magic though.  Some make you feel cool, some inject a bit of colour into winter days.  This particular one possesses the ability to make me feel very pulled together and smart and that's something usually very much lacking in my life.

Even if I do then ruin the effect by boinging around waiting for the camera to click into action...

Coat - vintage Aquascutum
Blouse - vintage St Michaels
Skirt - bought at a vintage fair. It's West German
Ring - charity shop
Shoes - Primark

It didn't occur to me until I wrote this that everything bar the shoes was vintage.  Didn't plan it that way...

Shoes and Sparkle

Thursday, 1 November 2012



Huzzah!  I have new shoes.  New red shoes to be precise.  

I asked for your advice a couple of weeks ago when I was pondering what type of Converse to choose for my first pair.  Well, the replies were clear on one thing - you all loved Converse and I was about the only person in the world who didn't own a pair.  Not any more though!  There was some sound advice about going for a pair of solid coloured high tops, so I took that and chose a lovely red pair.  Black would have been sensible, green would have been too obvious (I can't have green everything) and white or cream is just asking for trouble where I'm concerned - they would soon have been an attractive shade of dirt.  Red it was.  I do enjoy a bit of sassy colour on my feet.

The jumper was a holiday purchase when we popped into Harrogate for a spot of shopping.  I wasn't going to buy it.  Honestly, I wasn't.  It was lurking on a sale rail but there was no reduced price sticker on the label and besides, I never buy burgundy things.  I don't suit them; I'm too pale.

I am a notorious sucker for #wardrobezoo related things though and that made it worth taking up to the till to check if it really was on sale or not.  It turned out that it was and that, combined with the lure of glittery gold owls, proved too strong for me to resist.  I'm so easily pleased.

Little detail on the back of the jumper
Jumper - M&S Limited Collection sale
Skirt - Warehouse
Socks - Primark
Converse high top trainers


Oh, and did I mention that they're amazing and I love them?  I will probably end up with about eleventybillion pairs now.  Just you wait and see.

Shopping

Monday, 29 October 2012


I am poorly.  So as not to inflict my general deathlike pallor and bright red nose on you (sound like a clown, don't I?), I am holding off on outfit photos for a few days.  Instead, I shall share with you some of the aforementioned stuff that I've picked up recently.


Pretty new bedding from Ikea.  I do love a good bit of toile print fabric, so I was v. pleased to discover this.  It's not green but then we can't have everything, can we?

Knee high socks from Primark.  I muchly enjoy knee high socks but decent ones are not that easy to find.  Either they fall down, or they're secretly over-the-knee socks with misleading packaging, or they make my legs look super stumpy.  These are cute and vaguely sporty, and at £2 a pair, I'm definitely going back for the black ones.
 
Also from Primark, some fab little boots.  These are a nightmare to photograph - does anyone else find that with red stuff?  They're a gorgeous deep, dark berry colour in real life but it isn't quite showing up here, no matter how much I faff around in PicMonkey.  It's not a colour I wear much of, but in the world of footwear, anything goes.

A swanky bra and pants set from the Rosie for Autograph collection from M&S.  I don't normally do fancy underwear, or even matching underwear.  But it was payday and this was pretty (and green), so I bought it.  And it wasn't that expensive - more than I usually spend but not exactly Agent Provocateur prices or anything.

Also Bananagrams, which is indeed awesome.  If you haven't played it, you really need to.  It's like Scrabble on crack.  Or a crossword race.  Either way, it's brilliant and I love it and I will happily have a game with anyone that asks.
 
 
Definitely NOT being included in the list above are the Primark tights that I bought at the same time as the boots and socks.  The fleecy lined pair felt amazing and cosy at first but seeing as they spent most of the day descending down to knee level, I didn't exactly get much benefit from them.  The nice green non-fleecy lined pair were even worse, despite being a size L/XL.  I am 5'2.  I am not that fat.  There's no way in hell that a size L/XL should be that small/badly made that they need to be clutched at the waist all day to keep them from falling down. 
 
If you ever see me even vaguely tempted to buy tights from there ever again, slap my hand and point me in the other direction.  Preferably to M&S or Dotty P because their tights might be pricier but at least they fit and last well. 
 
And on that deeply grannyish note, I am off to buy a new box of tissues.

Black and Gold

Thursday, 25 October 2012


Yup, I wore gold sequins to work this week.  No-one batted an eyelid.  Whether that means they're just used to me by now or that dress codes don't mean much in our place or probably both, I'm happy with it.  I couldn't cope with having to have a whole separate wardrobe full of clothes for work.  I begrudge spending money on sensible things as it is - having to fork out for boring workwear would be a step too far.  And what would it to do to my lovely colleague who likes to start her day off by having a look at what ridiculous thing I've got on if I sat at my desk in black polyester and plain heels all the time?  She'd find it as deeply dull as I did.


I don't like dull.  I like impractically decorated shoes and monster tshirts.

Jacket - c/o French Connection
Tshirt - Hero and Cape
Skirt - H&M sale
Boots & gold flecked tights - Marks & Spencer
Ring - Dorothy Perkins sale

I'm so pleased with the tshirt.  As soon as I saw the monster peeking out from behind green tissue paper, I knew it would be good.  I had some slight issues with the previous tshirt I ordered from Hero and Cape - nothing to do with the quality, I just have too short a neck for a high round-neck collar! - and had to alter it a bit to suit my funny shape, but this one is great.  They've expanded the product range and the new fabric and cut options are perfect.  And the beauty of it being a small company is that the personal touch is there and they're happy to swap designs and tshirt styles if you ask them.  Not that I needed it with this one, but it's always useful to have the option available.


Chloe and I were tshirt twins way back when and when I spotted the new moustachioed monster design, she was the first person I had to go "Have you seen it?!" to.  She is a woman of excellent taste after all.  Naturally we ended up expanding our twinny collection and both bought it.  Doesn't she look lovely in it?  Ah, to be that slim...

The Porridge Jumper

Tuesday, 23 October 2012


Sometimes you find an item of clothing that you know does absolutely nothing for you and you just don't care.

Meet the porridge jumper:


I was actually looking for something entirely different in Primark at the weekend.  Well, perhaps not that different, seeing as it was a grey, oversized jumper, but as I was doing that can't-find-what-I'm-looking-for-so-must-stomp-around-the-entire-section-mocking-the-vile-clothes-instead thing, I found this lurking at the back of a rail of size 6 and 8 versions.  The Liverpool Primark is terrible for doing this: either they think everyone is really skinny and order accordingly or no-one is skinny and so they end up with loads of tiny clothes.  Either way, there's hardly ever anything in my size.

And this isn't.  It's about 3 sizes too big but I like it even more for that.  I made Char try it on for comedy value and it drowned her so much it was longer than her actual dress - quite amusing!  It's amazing though.  So warm and so comforting that it's like sitting in a big bowl of brown sugar porridge.  Who cares if it's not that flattering?  Not everything in my wardrobe needs to be.


Jumper - Primark
Skirt - Tesco
Shoes - Dorothy Perkins sale
Belt - Dubrovnik market

The only bad thing about this beauty is that it's so big and so snuggly that I'm likely to fall asleep whilst wearing it...