Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Boretown On My Body

You'd think that as I'm schooling in a fashion collage that I would be setting free my strange clothing choices to truly reach their fruit loop potential. But, oh no, dear reader, this girl has been residing in bore-town for the last week and a half.

Black skinny jeans, muddy Docs (not even a wet-wipe could salvage the leather this morning), grey slouchy t-shirt, oversized winter coat. Could I be any more boring? Short answer: no. Long Answer: yes, with the addition of unwashed hair and yesterday's make up, I can add 'gives the illusion of homelessness' to my CV. The Joy.

With a day off tomorrow, maybe I'll actually plan out some outfits - because when everybody else looks impeccable (every. single. day.), fashion comes first and it's hard to look this god damn awful on a daily basis. 

It's time  for me to invest in some statement jewellery; diamonds, gold, chains...you know the kind that won't turn my neck green as soon as you wear it when you have damp hair, but instead screams 'Yes, ladies, this girl is accomplished, put together, clean and most importantly, at a fashion collage'. 

I don't ask for much when it comes to jewellery, but if it also wants to be under a tenner that'll be smashing.  

Sunday, 22 September 2013

Welcome To Party Town!

Welcome to A Diva And A Dirtbag, with your glamourous (and more often than not, unwashed) hosts, Josie and Becki. With this blog we intend to unleash our inner dirtbag and diva with our often questionable clothing choices, daily lives, and general mishaps.

So,without further ado, we'll begin with a short introduction of ourselves written by each other (we are rarely this nice). Here we go!

Becki currently resides in her own world of cynicism towards Josie in a muddle of Asos packages, Disney and A Level revision books - despite only being back at school for 2 weeks. Her skill set includes a large dose of alcoholism with a fine aim for tequila shooters, although she has never been known to refuse a cocktail either. However this trait is equally, and unforgettably matched with her inablilty to remain quiet, her hair that mirrors that of a lioness and her eclectic style (with a selection of granny-esque dresses and skirts, this girl simply can't go wrong). Of late, she's favoured a mom jean which quickly spiraled into an obsession along with rapping to her father and brother, both of which rarely approve.
Also her skin is so soft I'm sure it makes angles weep.  Alas, my face will forever be the consistency of pavement.

Josie is her name and dirtbag is her game. Her perception of herself is a streetwise urban kid who could quite easily be a member of Mr West's crew. However my view is slightly contrasting, normally she's dressed in some put together combo that annoyingly makes her look like she knows what she's doing. Her penchant for all black and the occasional tartan scarf give her a grungy appearance (totally what she wanted) and a moody edge. But don't be fooled by this well managed (sometimes) facade, she is completely mental and enjoys a good sing a long, usually after tequila, although it's not required. Currently studying retail in London, by oxford street no less, she is sure to go places, not sane ones but if she's there it is sure to be a glitter filled, roller coaster of fun.
I hate her really though.

So there we have it, just a quick post on who the hell we are, and what on earth we're up to on this here blog.
If you fancy dropping us a line (...of communication, not cocaine) on the twitters you totally can, @lifesateaparty and @reeeeeve.

See you again soon for the next installment of A Diva And A Dirtbag!