My flatmate and his boyfriend luckily share my penchant for all things cute and fluffy so when his boyf posted a pic some pics of cats in hoodies on his wall I almost ran out to the nearest cat clothing store to kit out all the strays around Newington Green. Instead, I had a sip of tea and Googled 'cats in hoodies'.
If I could be anyone right now, it would be Bieber. Everything that boy touches turns to gold. He has Usher on speed dial, has millions of girls crying over his poster every night and has Selena Gomez as his hot, older girlfriend. So I don't know why I was surprised to see he'd launched a scent. Yes, a scent. What it smells like I have no idea. Probably puberty.
I'd really quite like one of these claw necklaces. The gold one. Seeing as my unwritten jewellery rule seems to be silver for rings and gold for necklaces. And it would look lovely hanging over my black mesh shirt. Jus' sayin'.
It's no secret that I love dogs. In fact, just the other day I got accused of flirting with a dog. (He was a beaut though, couldn't resist.) I believe the old adage that dog is man's best friend is more than true. Dogs cheer you up, they keep you fit and they foil attempted robberies...sorry, what?
See? Dogs are amazing. And Swedish House Mafia have the ability to make you want to go back to Ibiza even though you vowed 'never again' after the last time you went. Despite coming back from the White Isle last September with a hollow shell of a face (and soul), this canine creation has made me want to go back and get sweaty in a super club like the horrible person I truly am. Here's my holiday romance from my last Ibizan visit:
I have a bit of a thing for Australian labels so wasn't surprised to find myself lusting after pieces from the Friend of Mine Summer 2012 lookbook, 'The Charmers'. If only Australian seasons were the same as ours so I could get my paws on stuff now rather than when we're in the grip of Winter. Ah well.
I've posted pics off Beaches and Booze before, but it's such a feel good blog that you know what? I'm going to do it again. Today's sunshine coupled with the fact that I'm going to the South of France in 3 weeks has made me pine for coastal scenes and crystal waters. Sigh.
After lusting after Jil Sander's coloured maxis earlier in the year, I've been on the lookout for a more affordable version. A catwalk copy if you will. Or, to be quite truthful (I'm doing all I can to be in the 'Heaven' group when the world ends tomorrow) a blatant rip-off.
And I finally found one. At (surprise, surprise) Topshop. I like it. It's coral. I like coral. So I'll be teaming it with a (bottled until the sun comes back full throttle) tan. Noice.
Wow. After my excitement over the men's board at Nevs Models the other day, I ventured onto the women's and spotted this beautiful creature. Hello Chloe May. Hello girl I wanted to be at 15 or however old she is. (12, probs.) Who am I kidding? I'd quite like to be her now.
I keep trying to convince my friends to marry the guys they've just met because GOD DAMN I NEED A WEDDING TO GO TO. A slap up meal? Getting crunk for free with my besties? And an excuse to get really dressed up? Yes sir! It'd be a reason to purchase a dress that wouldn't befit the Dalston dive bar scene; a swishy, glamourous number that just wouldn't look right in the swamped toilets of Alibi, something that looks more at home in a French chateau than an East London council estate.
And I think I just found one for the wishlist. This Elie Saab beauty worn by Sarah Jessica Parker at the Cannes Film Festival ticks all the boxes. J'adore, j'adore, j'adore.
So I was informed today that two of my bezzos had set up a Tumblr purely for pics of boys they fancied. Or in their own words, 'an appreciation of finer gentlemen'. I am very much down with that. Especially because it introduced me to the wonder that is the men's board at Nevs Models. Hello.
Need, need, NEED this cosy looking little quilted number from Isabel Marant's SS11 collection. Looks snug enough to fend off the cool summer evening chill yet light enough to not break you out in a sweat. Like my current pleather jacket does as soon as you slip it on. Grim.
Now I've never been one of those girls that has that weird obsession with Audrey Hepburn. Yeah, she was a babe but enough, you know? Stop trying to be her. But when I saw these pics and read that SHE HAD A PET DEER I died a little inside and became one of the fan girls. I mean, she even took the little babe out partying with her - what a lad.
