Who lights the stars at night?

Howya Friday.

Howya Electric Picnic.

I saved it, I waited, I called it.

I'm going out tomorrow. 

The bestie is back in town. 

Last time we went out together we spent the night running from bouncers, hiding in what appeared to be a storage room with a random crying stranger who got sick in the mop bucket, crawling into the DJ box to use the microphone to find aforementioned crying stranger, before getting kicked out. The next thing we remember is walking into McDonalds, where all we could order were breakfast McMuffins. 

Tomorrow should be eventful.

I plan to look stylish when we make the Six-One News. 

Therefore, I need your help.

Which?

My stampeding heart is lost

It won't take much to have me Christmas ready.

Leather with Fur. Cosy Knits. Velvet. White. Bright accessories. 

I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope

Everyone, meet my new coat...

My new coat, meet everyone.

Just another soldier on the road to nowhere

Baby it's cold outside...

I know on every blog in Britain and Ireland you'll find one of these posts! Why fight it? It's freeeeeezing!

Ideally we could all brave the outdoors with the poise and apparent ease of the gorgeous Nadia of FrouFrouu...or even if we had the help of the New York Times Style or Russian Vogue teams and looked like this...

This is what I managed to crawl into pre-college trek Monday morning. Tell you one thing, that walk was minus banter.

Images via fashiongonerogue, topshop, office.

Bury me in surprise

I went out last night.

Twitter update: "The Fear has well and truly set in. Telling my friends father he's delicious is a new personal best."

Pretty much sums it up.

Every kiss is like the first, each goodbye like the last

Apparently we're getting the dying stages of Hurricane Tomas tonight.

So shut the blinds, wrap up warm, turn up the volume on the tv and watch a good film.

Be safe x

And if you're gonna cry, don't cry for me

I will get round to photographing this stuff. I'm just very camera shy and, as a result, hideously awkward. We'll work it out...

And a vintage scarf in my hair.

I see you've written promises to make me stay

Considering venturing into the big bad world of outfit posts.

This is what I'm wearing today so, should I decide to snap it, this is what to expect.

Ridicule at your leisure.

(Not that any of you would, you big sweethearts)

:)

You suddenly complete me

Apologies for the lack of posting of late but the end of the summer has been quite busy for me. Helped my little sister pack for college, by which I mean removing all my clothes that she tried to steal from her case. Also had to organise a birthday party for a dear friend. Happy 21st! The sequined jacket took a well deserved trip out and I must say it was well recieved. It went a little something like this:

Spikey animal frill neck top @ topshop.com, black lila ankle zip jeans @ topshop.com, Citrine by The Stones bracelet @ mywardrobe.com, Sequined boyfriend blazer @ warehouse.com, Pagasus lace up @ office.com

Images via store websites

The brother came home today with a request from a teacher on a power trip to write a two page essay on respect. Evidently laughing while reading aloud doesn't go down well. I found myself at a loose end so helped compose this literary masterpiece. It began 'Cambridge English Dictionary defines respect as...' There were references to Aretha Franklin showing respect to the talents of Otis Redding by choosing to cover his hit 'RESPECT'. We compared the need for respect in cases such as husbands not hitting their wives and the need for respect for teachers by not laughing in their classes. Needless to say domestic harmony trumped contolling a sense of humour. We included quotes from the great comedian Tommy Tiernan and world renowned philosopher Rousseau. I think it will be the first and last two page essay my brother will get, from now on it's straight to detention for him.