it's christmas time

So it's christmas eve. A day that should be spent with friends and family getting excited about tomorrows tasty turkey trimmings and feeling up the presents under the tree playing the guessing game because lets be honest, no one likes a surprise. I however, unlike theses sensible human beings I speak of, have spent the morning with my head hung over the toilet vomming up a combination of strawberry sambuca (WHY!?) and rum. As I write this I am patiently waiting for my parents to go on their traditional christmas country walk so I can vom some more in peace without my mother yellin at me through the bathroom door how 'silly I am' and how alcohol clearly 'doesn't agree with me'. To an extent, she has a point. So here I am, trying to keep the vom down until the coast is clear, feeling sorry for myself.
Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you're all enjoying your day. I'm not. Bah Humbug!

KB gets it right

Kate Bosworth rocking aqua ombre

I love Kate's choice of colour here. Not too blue to look gothic and not too green to look just plain grim. Definitely gonna contemplate this teal colour after i've outworn the pink!

LOOKBOOK August Faves

http://fashionablej.blogspot.com//

http://albionist.tumblr.com/

http://www.prefirochampagne.com/

best friends are like sisters

So you know your friend has good taste in clothes when she comes to pick you up for a night out and you're wearing the same outfit! Yes this did actually happen with me and my home girl Sam.

When she turned up at my door step we both couldn't help but laugh at how similarly dressed we were. Some girls would be annoyed, not wanting to hit the town dressed in identical clothing to their best friend, worried that people would be thinking 'why are they dressed the same? Did they do that on  purpose? Thats pathetic...' but if anything, having Sam turn up in a similar short and top combo to mine reassured me that what I was wearing was appropriate for the evening. If anything it made the evening more enjoyable because we had something to laugh about the whole night! (an example: telling everyone me met we were sisters - everyone believed us) 

So also as you can see in the photo I bought THE shoes! :D the lush black River Island boots I mentioned in a previous post. They are super comfy and ideal for any season. Can't wait to match them with some skinny jeans when the winter months roll on by. 

The shorts are new too, Levi black ripped highwaisted from eBay. I've wanted some for so long now, and having a job has allowed me to finally buy some of the clothes on my wish list that is forever expanding. My next wish list item is Dr Martens in Cherry or Black... have yet to decide which colour! Knowing me I will probably give in to buying both.

trip to my second home

After my family visit to Poole, I decided that seeing as I didn't have work for another 5 days, that a trip to  Southampton was definitely necessary. As much as I love being home in Hertford for the Summer, I have missed my friends and the freedom of living as a student. And of course, heading back to soton means a night out (or 3) is always on the cards...

Amber, Georgia, Me & Taya

Partying in someones garage on our way to the clubs

I wore: dress: H&M, belt: Primark, shoes: Matalan 

family time

So it's fair to say I've had a pretty jam packed week this week. Took the weekend off work to travel down to the  sea side resort of Bournemouth, where my loving grandparents reside in a beautiful penthouse apartment which  over looks Poole harbor. My family and I had made the two and a half hour car journey on a sunny Saturday morning to visit and celebrate my Grandfathers 80th birthday. It wasn't until we were all sat around the dining room table laughing and discussing the various events that had occurred in each of our lives over past weeks, that it really hit me how old 80 is. I mean, i'm only 20 years old and I can't remember what I was like when I was 10, so does this mean when I'm 30 I won't remember who I am now? If you really think about it, life is hard. And if you live to see yourself at the grand old age of 80 or 60 or even 40, you should be incredibly proud of yourself. Because as young as 20 is, the older I get, the harder life is becoming. With age comes responsibility, and lets be honest, no one wants to be responsible. We're all big kids at heart (well at least I am) I just hope that if I follow in my grandfathers footsteps and reach the big 8.0. that I can remember what it was like to be 20 and how easy life really was.

My Grandad Ray & I

The Family

d.i.y pink ombre hair

I really like how it turned out, very subtle yet noticeable, contemplating taking the pink slightly higher up my hair and making the colour more intense, especially as the dye I used is only a semi-permenant which will fade after a lot of wear and tear. But for my first attempt at ombre-ing I'd say it went well! Kimmy loves it (my mother) which I was VERY surprised about as she is the definition of 'straight edge' (doesn't drink/smoke/swear - I often wonder if I was adopted) so if it's got kimmy's approval i'm a happy gal.

Dye I used: La Riche, Directions Sem-Permanent Hair Dye, Pastel Pink

Technique: 

-The way I did this will only work if you have naturally blonde or highlighted hair, or if like me, you have blonde extensions. If you're hair is darker blonde or brown, you most probably will have to bleach the ends of your hair first to an achieve an intense colour*. 

-Once you've chosen a colour you wish to ombre your hair with  [[ http://www.lariche.co.uk/directions-hair-colour/ ]] < have a great rage of colours to choose from, but I wouldn't buy from this exact website, it's alot cheaper and easier to search on ebay which is what I did and it only cost me about £4 including postage!

-Using gloves or a tint brush (or if like me your lazy and don't give a shit about your skin, you hands**) to apply the dye to the ends of the extensions/yourhair:

Leave the hair to dry for as long as the dye says (la riche is 15mins)

After 15 mins, wash with warm water, shampoo if you wish, and brush through

-Then blow dry the hair on a low warm heat and style however you wish.

& there you have it! ombre hair :]

*Please be aware bleaching your hair damages it ALOT I know from experience when once upon a time I thought bleaching my whole head of hair would be a good idea... it wasn't. 

**However I don't advise this!

pink ombre

I recently came across this stunning image via tumblr and it's made me really want to ombre my hair pink! The only problem with this punky plan is that my hair length is far too short for it to look any good. My head would resemble that of a liquorice allsort (a two-toned square) and therefore my dreams of having 'cool hair' are crushed until my barnet grows.

However...I have hair extensions! 

So the plan is to do a pink strand test on the extenies, and hoping all goes well, I soon too could be sporting the ombre fashion trend. wish me luck!

shoes glorious shoes

I've always been shoe obsessed. I generally think shoes complete an outfit, and it's kind of a shame really because it's rare anyone ever compliments another on their choice footwear (especially men).

 I'm not sure I could date a guy that wore bad shoes. I mean feet are not exactly the most attractive part of the human body, but surely this should entice us to dress them in pretty shoes to hide the monstrosity underneath? (again, especially men)

I recently took a high street shopping trip with my sister and here are a few of my personal fave bad boy shoes than need to get into my life and onto my feet:

River Island, Black Wedge Boots, £60

Coral Sling Back Wedges, Office, £65

Clogs, Office, was £70 now £16 in the sale (Bargin!)

Dr Martens, Cherry, £54.99

The L Word

LOVE:
The big L.
The word that everyone wants to hear. A four letter word that, to some extent, makes our fragile little world go round.

I can honestly say I've never been in love. Loved, yes but actually in love with another living soul, no.
'Theres no difference!' I hear you bellow from those love infected lungs of yours. Well, in my opinion there is.
Of course I have loved, I still do love many. My family, close friends, perhaps an ex lover or two (even if my in-denial self refuses to admit it out loud) they all have a hold on that part of the brain where affection and pain lie. Pain? Yes pain. If anything love is good at it's causing pain. Love is having such strong feelings of happiness and joy in the presence of another person, that when they are taken away from you, or betray you, or upset you, nothing in the world could be as physically or mentally painful.
Being in love of course holds these same emotions, except the love is reciprocation. If you're in love, you are in some kind of loving relationship where by you love someone an equal amount as they love you. You're like magnets. An invisible force of feelings and energy connect you two together in a way that no one around you understands. Not even others in love. Because everyone's love story is different. If you're in a relationship where you feel you love tho other person more than they love you, then you are not in love. You just love.

That's my philosophy anyway.

loving life

I am officially employed! The interview went well and he offered me a job there and then! I feel so fortunate to have got it, the thought of having to continue with the job hunt makes me nauseous. Whats even better about having a job, is having one that i actually like! It's so much fun being a Bar-gal! It's a cocktail bar so i've got to learn a billion different cocktail recipes, which is kind of long but i'm excited & determined to learn them all within 2 weeks. It wasn't until i got this job that i realised how many cocktails there actually are! I mean i had heard of a few, you know your stereotypical holiday cocktails such as 'sex on the beach', 'screaming orgasm' & 'bloody mary' (which quite frankly sounds bloody disgusting) but now i'm learning recipes for 'mojito-lycheeto's' & 'singapore sling's'. (yeah i don't have a fucking clue whats in them either)
 Never the less I am looking forward to a few months time when I am a cocktail master and i can juggle glasses off my face and catch bottles with my chest.

tumblr

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the only way is up

I got a job interview! woohoo! So if my fluency in bullshit and bum licking will suffice, I should get the job. It's a bar job which is right up my street seeing as I spend most of my free time around alcoholic beverages. So cross all your fingers and toes for me ladies and gents, as this gal needs money.

Talking about fingers and toes, check out these bad boys:


image from : http://fuckyeahprettynails.tumblr.com/archive

One of my best friends Fay is a nail art artist and I always get her to do mine! check out some of her work here: http://faymorrow.tumblr.com/post/3367874484 heres just a few of her creations!:



 << my sexy fingers ;]





follow her on twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/faymorrow

I've recently invested into some nail art pens and intend to start practicing some designs of my own. I'll keep you posted with how it turns out!

ciao bellas xoxo

oh yeah, I went there

I'm a girl obsessed:

Check me out, the now master of friendship bracelets!

...Moving on.

So today was another day of job hunting and playing with wool however with the added bonus of going to the cinema this evening with my lovely mother Kimmy. We went on a mother daughter adventure to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean film, which I must say was very good. Better than the last two and on par with the first film although not as funny. But if like me Johnny Depp is who you think about when you're having sex with an ugly person then you should definitely go see it just to see his gorgeous face as Captain Jack.

fuck gold i'm a platinum digger

So it's been some time since I wrote on this poor lonesome blog of mine. To be honest thats because my life has become some what of a bore. I am currently back home with the 'rents and in the process of looking for a summer job so I can afford the party lifestyle I live instead of letting Mr Overdraft pay for it. But like every man, he soon got fed up of me living out of his pocket, leaving me with no choice but to get a job like every other un-spoilt brat on this planet. 

So, I have spent much of my day and evening emailing various companies who probably won't even glance at my CV, in hope that one hopeless soul feels sorry for me and employs me. However considering two months ago I applied for McDonalds and have heard nothing since, my hopes for any form of employment are not particularly high.

Anyway, so as I am currently unemployed and now poor, there is very little for me to do with myself. There is only so much Jeremy Kyle & Loose Women a girl can watch, and so I have taken up a few hobbies. One being reading (which I will blog about another time) and the other making friendship bracelets. Yes i'm well aware it sounds lame and childish, but I have the concentration span of a small child, so playing with coloured wool and making pretty patterns with it is highly entertaining for a simple gal like me.

However, since starting this childish hobby of mine a matter of days ago, I fear It may soon transform into an uncontrollable obsession. And heres why.....

(don't judge me I did warn you I'm a big kid)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1sJt41Fj_g&feature=related

I generally thing this is the coolest thing I have ever seen in my life.

And so to save me from unemployment related boredom, I intend to make a home made version of this square of doom using cardboard, and after some time I will have an army of friendship bracelets to which I will carry and give away freely like an old man with toffees.

...Someone please employ me.

don't be a drag just be a procrastination queen

So, I really should be writing my contextual studies essay...but turning myself into a skeleton  is so much more fun!

Thierry Mugler - Fall Winter 2011/2012 Full Fashion Show (Exclusive)

He's the designer behind my all time favourite perfume, Alien, and now Thierry Mugler has astounded me once more with this catwalk show. It's just incredible. Look out for Lady GaGa strutting her stuff down the catwalk as she makes her model debut on this very runway. Rumour has it, since being apart of this a/w womanswear collection, GaGa has bought the entire collection in every colour! It's all right for some!

Warpaint - Undertow

My favourite song at the moment. I think anyone can relate to this song. Beautiful.

what is love

The Definition of Love

FEB. 18, 2011 

By RYAN O'CONNELL

You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.

Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.

Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.

Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.

Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”

Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.

Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”

Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.

Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.

Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.

Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.

Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.

Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.

When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.

Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.

So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some?

ALPINES - DRIVE (beautiful song, beautiful video)

How to Apply a Prosthetic (Professional)

the uses of gelatin

Today at Uni we learnt how to use geletin to make wounds

extenies

valentines day is about treating the one you love.
so i treated myself to some new hair :)

long hair is cool

i hate my hair.
it's short blonde and shit.
naturally a wavy frizzy mess it's not the easiest thing in the world to work with. so like a good 75% of girls my age i wear extensions. but it's got to that time of year where i need a new batch. i'm more blonde now and so my current extensions don't quite match the colour of my hair (perfectionist) and so i'm gonna have to flog out £30 on some new ones. I would much perfer to pay the extra and get them sewn in to my natural hair - however being the lazy girl i am, the time and effort of getting this done is beyond my energy levels.
so this post is just a random pointless selection of images of some beautiful girls with beautiful long hair that i am jealous of, it's as simple as that.























source: lookbook.nu, http://imsuchafuckinglady.tumblr.com/post/3127700978

Naomi Campbell wore this?

Yesterday was quite easily one of the best days of my life!
A photographer friend texted me the day before yesterday asking if I could model last minute for a vintage fashion shoot for a 3rd year fashion styling student, who was creating a vintage clothing 2012 calender to be printed and sold in the vintage clothing store she borrowed all the clothes for the shoot from. (Unfortunatly I don't know the name of this store but I will find out asap!) So I obviously agreed to help out, not that i'm much of a model! But I thought i'd give it my best shot. So I arrived at the shoot and the 3rd year student named Steph & her assistant Lucy  (both absolutely lovely!) introduced themselves and told me that they wanted me to get in the dress before the hair and make-up so not to get any make-up on the dress. Steph then told me the dress is worth £900 and the last person to wear it was Naomi Campbell!! I was like "what?!?! how did the vintage store let you borrow a £900 dress so precious? " "A lot of arse licking" to which she replied. Lol. The dress was gorgeous, black long sleeved bodycon with a woolen like snood neckline which hung low, there were hole patterns going down the dress diagonally across my torso which revealed my pale flesh, but It was lush!
I also wore an £85 pair of shoes and a back vintage playsuit worth £350 which was also stunning!
I will get photos up as soon as I get hold of them and I also get a copy of the finished calender! Which I will also put up once I have it :) Steph thinks I will be Miss November or one of the other winter months, as it's a very dark look. Ahh can't wait to see the finished product!

My hair looked like this

And Lips This red

                     You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
                             She loved before she may love again.
                      But if she loves you now, what else matters?
                                She's not perfect, you aren't either,
                and the two of you may never be perfect together
        but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,
                 and admit to being human and making mistakes,
                   hold onto her and give her the most you can.
                           She may not be thinking about you
          every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
                       her that she knows you can break her heart.
                  So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze 
                           and don't expect more than she can give.
                             Smile when she maked you happy,
                    let her know when she makes you mad,
                        and miss her when she's not there. - Bob Marley

                                                                                    

beautiful eyes

source: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/358KN1/www.photographyserved.com/Gallery/Your-beautiful-eyes/428809

amazing shadow art

by artists Kumi Yamashita and Tim Noble + Sue Webster
source:http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1SwgxY/www.dailydawdle.com/2010/08/top-10-examples-of-brilliant-shadow-art.html