Thursday, 27 February 2014

That One Time at London Fashion Weekend


Being the uber cool bloggers we are (note the heaps of sarcasm), us two and the aforementioned in this post, Becky D, ventured off to Somerset House last Sunday for a day of serious fashion - and woah did we feel like dirtbags.



Our tickets included a tote bag designed by Julien Macdonald in a monochrome *cue a champagne and rejoicing* dragon motif; filled with an Elle magazine, mini Essie nail vanish, Maybelline Baby Lips, a hair protein spray, and a strange 'beauty bar' that tasted like a Carnivore's worst nightmare along with a plethora of discounts. 



The Courtyard of the house was taken up by the catwalk area and the surrounding rooms of the house were filled with tonnes of designer brands with some pretty good discounts (but obvs not enough for us poor, poor students). Some of our faves were Lost Property of London and Vivienne Westwood *swoon*. Amongst the designers were sponsors offering competitions, and opportunities to try on their products - like the Sunglass Hut (above) which shockingly allowed us, a rowdy threesome of nerdy girls, try on Prada glasses. It. Was. Bliss. (also, how much does Becki look like she's going to punch someone in the 2nd picture?  LOL).


The catwalk we attended was trend based for Spring/Summer 14: Florals, Metallics, Sports Luxe and Lace in every colour under the sun and all styled by the theoutnet.com. Although it probably would have been more exciting to see a designer show, the trend was a good basic intro to catwalks and great for our first ever LFW experience.

The overall atmosphere of the day was a strange one; everyone was very attractive, very well dressed and all very bloggy - do you know what I mean? It did feel like people were there to be seen, which was kind of expected, but you know, we're not like that; We went for the free Kinder Buenos.

And with that, I hope you are enjoying the AW14 fashion weeks,
J xo

PS. Here's a picture of me channelling my inner Anna Wintor...


Thursday, 20 February 2014

Josie: Domestic Godess...

For what my college has termed 'Reading Week' for taking a week off to catch up with assignments, I have labelled 'the week in which I do literally anything instead of read'. It's a widely known fact that I'm a profesh procrastinator, for a while it was on my CV until I realised an air of mystery is better; employers will find out eventually anyway.

It's also a widely known fact that I'm a serious dirtbag, meaning I'm a constant mess and so is my room, the kitchen, the bathroom (you can't see the taps for the amount of cleansers and face scrubs); but something has happened in my head. Am I a new woman? Have I changed? My room is clean. I've cooked multiple meals and all victims are still alive. I've up-cycled a stool and worked an extra day at the shop. It's like I've finally blossomed into adulthood.

Although, if the board of Adulthood were to assess my developments, I'm sure they'd mention the 'Macaroon Fiasco'. Let me set the scene...I was alone (deep breath, I get spontaneous when I'm by myself), a friend was due come over in 3 hours and so far all I can offer is Iceland frozen pizza and shitty, but still quite good, cocktails. On any given Cocktail Night I'd be smitten with this situation, but it wasn't that night and so I cracked some eggs and macarooned. It was a great decision to pretend to be Jamie Oliver whilst cracking said eggs, yes, I tried to do that thing where he tosses them between the two halves of shell - as it turns out it slides out and lands in your Dad's tea if you're not quite giving your full attention to the yolk and are simultaneously watching Adventure Time. Funny that.

The next great decision was made at the whisking stage, 'whisk until soft peaks...blah...something about shiny things...'. Top tip: Don't try and balance the electric whisk on the side of the bowl whilst it's still whizzing away, even though you notice how unstable it looks. Bits of glossy egg white e v e r y w h e r e. I kid you not, I left it for 4 seconds tops, and had to clean the kitchen for a good 20 minutes after the incident.

URGH! All my good intentions will always be short lived,
J xo



Monday, 3 February 2014

& Other Stories

"Just because you spray yourself with whatever this is, doesn't mean you can stop washing" - BP


Let's discuss & Other Stories: aesthetically, I think it's my kindred spirit. Clean, Simplistic, and presented with an heir of 'I'm feminine but I don't wear pink'. That's how I visualise myself in my head, but, alas, I am just simple (minded). Stories encapsulates how I want to be; Parisienne, smelling good, and clearly got my fingers in stylish pies. Until I get myself a properly paid job in the big wild world, and I can buy clothes from places other than charity shops, I'm taking baby steps before I transform my entire wardrobe. 

For starters, delving into the beauty department; reasonably priced bits and bobs that smell delicious beyond compare *swoon*. After spritzing every single spray on the shelves and making Becki continually smell me (I quote, 'It was a nice change from your usual odour'. The cow.) I settled for Secret Haven. 

The scent doesn't last too long on my skin, but on occasion throughout the day a nice whiff of cleanliness and that's nothing to turn your nose up at. 

Next on the Stories wish list are the Blushers - need I mention the Romeo and Juliet quote embedded in the powder?! Excuse me whilst I buy 10. 


Have a lovely week pickles, seek happy nights to happy days!
J xo