No, I’m actually not retarded, thanks

My parents are overseas at the moment and we are grateful for some time alone. Not least because of the way they act towards us when we’re staying with them. You see, Wes and I do not get up at 5am. We do not run marathons. We stay up late and like to eat chocolate. As a result, they kind of treat us like we’re a bit retarded. You should see the list my mum left us on how to look after the house while they are away. Do you think someone who has a degree and has been living independently for 9 years might know NOT to turn the fridge off at the power point??

You little Bottlerocket!

Well colour me happy, someone has gone and opened a cocktail bar in my hometown! I am meeting the girls there for drinks on Wednesday night and have been planning possible outfits whilst picking my jaw up from the floor. You see, we don’t even have any pubs I would frequent. I do not know what hip young things have done for entertainment prior to July 2009. Actually, I’m not sure we have any hip young things. Hmm, good luck with the business then!

Balmain Androgyny

This outfit is my take on one of my favourite looks from THAT Balmain collection. Yes, you know the one. To add to the androgyny of it all, this is actually Wes’ shirt that I borrow all the time now. These heels are the ones I bought from Sportsgirl in April but still haven’t worn anywhere, owing to the fact I have been out about twice in 4 months!

Shirt: Topman via Wes; Singlet: Gap; Tights: Target; Shoes: Sportsgirl; Accessories: none!

Just call me Betty, Betty Homemaker. Or Betty Crocker. Or Betty Draper.

To some of you who know me, it may come as a surprise that I love baking. Yes, I would rather eat dry Ryvitas than cook dinner some nights, but carefully measuring and mixing flour, sugar and vanilla essence is my idea of a fun afternoon. The other day I made chocolate cupcakes and they are sooo good! Warm, with ice-cream, however, they are beyond good, they are heavenly.

But my ankles were feeling naked!

I am completely and utterly obsessed with ankle boots and have been for the past year or so. I have bought several pairs, but just can’t seem to find the right mix of manageable heel height, fit around the ankle and the key ingredient, fabulousness. Well, I think I may have found something close to perfect, on Topshop.com. I know I will have to cart them back to London in my already stuffed luggage as soon as next month, but I just couldn’t resist the opportunity. It may never come again! And look! Just look how great they are! I wore them today to the supermarket, I just couldn’t wait. They are going to go with everything.

Vintage Vogue

Once I had played dress-ups in my old wardrobe (a few times) and watched my sister’s old VHS movies (including, but not restricted to, Ever After and She’s All That) I decided I had a bit too much spare time on my hands and needed a real hobby. So, I took up sewing to try to quench my thirst for new clothes on my non-existent budget. It has taken me weeks to produce this dress, but I’m sure I would be alot quicker if I spent more than an hour a day on it! Finishing it was so hard I nearly stabbed myself in the eye with a needle.

Dress: me from Vintage Vogue pattern V2960; Jacket: H&M; Ballet flats: Joto.

Longing for London, stuck in Style Siberia.

My Wes and I are living in limbo at the moment, trying to get back to London to pick up where we left off. While I am stuck here, feeling a bit starved of fashion and frivolity, I have decided to start this blog to keep up to date with my friends, share things that interest me and have a bit of a style-outlet while I’m sitting around in my comfies all day! I am not very tech-savvy & not much of a photographer, but I’ll give it a go, bear with me!