P.S.

I LOVE the A/W 09/10 collections, particularly the Parisienne trend, and almost everything by Balmain and Richard Nicoll.

If only I had the cash...

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The Morning After The Night Before

Ow.

After the shenanigans of Lanzarote (of which involved a bruised face, 2 black eyes, an allergic reaction, an hospital stay, skinny dipping, and a rather unforunate first experience), I am severely hungover after another night out on the Shoreditch tiles- or grass.

My entire body hurts, and not least from my unfortunate choice of outfit; a flowery, chiffon playsuit from Topshop that required deft wriggling to get in and out of every time I got the urge to pee, and someone else to button me back up every time I left the fucking port-a-potty. Which stank, by the way. Although that's probably stating the oh-so-obvious.

Despite the agony the morning after the night before, it was a rather good day. Albeit one that only served to strengthen my resolve not to drink beer, ever. Patrick Wolf was amazing with his glitter and fantastic costumes, Ulterior definitely went up in my estimation from the shocker that was the Astoria gig. Excellent too was the failure to ever make it to an official after party, and ending up too mashed to really care. I met someone new too, which is always a plus.

Fucking A.

Music- The Subways- Rock 'N' Roll Queen

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GP 09 2

I realised that I haven't reviewed my day at GP 09. In short, it was excellent, and I bought lots of memorabilia to hang in my room and hint my sexuality at my rents. However, 08 was better I thought, largely because this year was quite poorly organised, and the year before had better acts playing at the concerts. I feel that these photos appropriately sum up our day. :)

Photos courtesy of Adna. :)

Music- La Roux- Cover My Eyes.

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An Evening As Mrs. Lovett

I felt like a regular Mrs. Lovett last night. Upon dying my friend's hair red I accidently splashed some on her wall, which looked alarmingly like blood splatter. We then proceeded to make a rather gorgeous wild plum pie at about 11:30 at night. It was delicious, as is most food eaten or made at midnight; shame it wasn't filled with people murdered by my barber husband, though. ;) I do have to say that no thick, foul smelling smoke erupted from her chimney, so you can be guaranteed that it was Plum Pie, not People Pie.

In other news, Lanzarote is right around the corner and I am uncharacteristically excited. I am Mary. Mary is a pessimist, and pessimists don't generally get excited. But I am, bubbling under the surface at the freedom and sheer sunshine and hedonism that awaits me and my best friend, G. In anticipation of such an event I, of course, went shopping; I bought some beautiful clothes, including a pretty, floral print love-heart neckline dress from one of the boutiques at Topshop. I also purchased some interesting vintage, including the 80's bolero I mentioned before, a red and white polkadot blouse, a straw boater, and a high waisted skirt with adorable little gold and crystal buttons which is reconstructed from old fabric. Oh, and some gold gladiator sandals from Office have become a key staple of my Summer wardrobe.

However, I found that I have rather lost the ability to fit into some of my older clothes. It's the revenge of the FUPA, and the plum pie did not really help. Still, on ordering a S on AA.com in the hopes that the top would be tight (It's the Mm top, ironic in so many ways...), I found it was horribly baggy. So now I have to send back for an XS. An XS. WTF? I have more pudding for pushing than an XS. Whatever.

Please excuse me; I am going to leap around my bedroom in my bikini to Dizzee Rascal.

IF YOU AIN'T DOING NOTHING LET'S FLY AWAYYYYY!!!! ;)

Music- Dizzee Rascal- Holiday.

xxx