Since I can remember, I’ve been visually stimulated. My bedroom walls as a teenager were covered with Marky Mark and Kate for Calvin Klein, Replay ads, THAT black and white Athena poster of a dude holding a baby and Christy Turlington’s immaculately chiselled, flawless face for Eternity by Calvin Klein.
These days, along with the walls of my home office plastered with all kinds of magazine tear-outs, there’s nothing better than a good old tumble with Tumblr. Don’t get me wrong, I love Pinterest, but it can be a little regurgitated sometimes – maybe perhaps that’s me and my tiny attention span. Tumblr seems to have the cooler edge – it can be quite a dark place when stumbling upon the deep inner thoughts of an emotionally-challenged boy-hating teenager (what teenager isn’t at some point) however once you get past this, you can find all sorts of peachy-asses, tanned shoulders, bee-stung lips, cacti and whatever else floats your boat.
Tumblr serves to inspire and create, so if you’re not into aesthetics, then it probably isn’t for you. However if you are, you can follow me here.
Its true. If you see shoes you love, if they’re within your budget, even if you don’t need them, buy them, because one day you will need them. I bought these sandals last week from Shoeaholic and now they’re gone, because thats how Shoeaholic works. Once they’re gone, they’re gone.
These tan and gold summer sandals by Carvela for Kurt Geiger and were a mere snip at £19 minus a 10% discount. You can’t argue with that.
So after weeks of deliberating and procrastinating, it took a panicked last minute shopping trip the day before last weeks wedding, to find something to wear that I actually liked enough to put on, feel good in and that no one else would be wearing – every girls’ wedding fear. I knew this was coming. I’m not a planner – anyone who knows me knows this lovable quality in me (yes, I’m being sarcastic – its far from loveable). I generally dress for how I feel on the day. If I bought an outfit even three weeks before an event, I would get bored of it after a week. Buying a wedding dress was the hardest purchase ever, purely because you have to buy it so far away from the actual day. Not great if you have a capricious sartorial nature.
I found this dreamy Victoriana Shell Top in the festival section of Topshop. It was amongst all the patterned, visually overpowering festival clothing, so not the easiest thing to see. The tomato-red floaty shorts were also from Topshop – not too short and dressy enough to wear with this lacy top tucked in. With caramel brown suede sandals from our reliable high-street friend, Zara, as the shoes of choice, the colour balance was perfect, so I called off the search.
The beauty of choosing seperates, as we all know, is that they can be worn independently of each other. The shorts can be dressed down with a slouchy knitted top, or worn with a super-low backed body suit for an elegant daytime outfit. The top can dress up a simple pair of jeans or a button-up a-line denim mini – versatile wardrobe investments are always a winner.
Which means, in theory, if there is anyone left reading my blog out there, that I hope you’ll be pleased to hear from me again? I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t think I would’ve stuck around till now, so if you have, and you’re still with me, I owe you an apology. A BIG one. I’m sorry. Its been too long. Almost too long that I’ve been absent, that it became so hard to show my virtual face around here anymore. Anyway, I’ve done it. I’ve broken the ice and I hope you’ll take me back. Because I’m back. Back for good, ok? So you wanna hear why I’ve been away, because I do have a few excuses – read excuses as reasons, if you please. For those of you who don’t know, I have a family. I work. I play a bit of a time-consuming role at my kids primary school. I’m also painting a huge mural. I’ve basically been trying to keep my head above water since September last year when I took on a major responsibility which I had no clue about – in addition to that, I was learning to do my job, which was also something totally new to me. As all busy people know, there is only so much you can do before something has to give, and I’m ashamed to say it was my blog that gave. I hated it. I hated every second of giving it up. I felt like a little bit of me was missing whilst not writing and creating and I started resenting what I was doing because I knew that it was preventing me from doing what I love. But, and it’s a big but, most things aren’t permanent, and this was only a few months out of a lifetime and its not life and death. We all have to do things every now and again that we don’t want to do, and that’s what makes us all human.
There was another minor thing which used to play on my mind too. I was getting bored. Bored of seeing the same stuff regurgitated by someone else, time after time…..the same buzzwords, the same themes…honestly, it gets so tiring. I’ve stopped reading blogs, I used Instagram less and less (it’s a love/hate relationship), I stopped reading magazines for a few months – frankly, I took advantage of the non-blogging situation, and took a break from it all. So now its time to mix things up again, make things interesting – be unique – well, actually, just be myself. Because that’s what we all love, right? A bit of honesty.
So, to ease myself back in, let’s start with a little something I bought last week.
Last weekend, we went to a huge family wedding, so it was kind of a big deal to me. My husband was having a tailored suit made, so the bar was raised high. Could I find something to wear? NO I COULD NOT. I was a pathetic depressive wreck. It was not going my way. I didn’t want something girly. I didn’t want a maxi dress or anything floaty or ethereal. I didn’t want trousers. I didn’t want cropped trousers. I couldn’t wear white, because it was wedding. I wanted shorts. Could I find shorts? Yes. Were they suitable for a wedding? No. They were all too short. Funny story, right?! Then I spied a jacket whilst in River Island. I saw it, admired it, moved on. It wasn’t what I was looking for. Then I became desperate. So, the following day, I went back for it, took a different approach and decided to dress around this jacket. My husband received his fine, dapper, handsome suit and it suddenly dawned on me, that unless we wanted to look like Laurel & Hardy or The Blues Brothers, I couldn’t wear the jacket.
Long story long, I kept the jacket because it was too good to return. And guess what? I can’t find the jacket on their website so you can’t even buy it – WHAT KIND OF BLOGGER AM I?! So if you’re looking for something similar, here, here and here are some alternatives to the one I bought from River Island last week (you may be able to find it in-store like I did)
As for what I wore to the wedding, lets save that for tomorrow…..
You may or may not remember (that depends how long you’ve been reading) that I visited Danielle Fosters workspace quite some time ago in September 2013, to check out her Spring/Summer 2014 collection of minimal luxury leather bags and was completely smitten by her work. A year and a half later, I visited Danielle again last week and I am now the proud owner of a bag from her latest SS15 collection. This latest set of treasures maintains her signature structured functional yet effortlessly stylish bags crafted from beautiful leathers, yet has also evolved with some more relaxed styles, incorporating gold hardware which now includes Danielle’s very discreet and tasteful branding imprinted into the horse-bit-esque metal.
I was in two minds when placing my first order, mainly because I was spoilt for choice, and in fact, it would not be unreasonable (however it would be very greedy) to have one of each, for they all embody different qualities, which of course I can find an excellent example to justify needing them all in my closet. The bag I chose is the perfect size. I can fill it without it being as heavy as a bowling ball. It will definitely be used as my everyday bag – its too pretty to stay hidden at home for special occasions. Its black, so it goes with everything and its like nothing you’ll see on the high street, because its made in this country and its designed by Danielle, in her studio in Hackney, with her very own brain and hands. Its a true embodiment of home-grown honest talent, making me feel quite proud to be British.