If I lived in a castle made of money, I would also be wearing this Chloe dress. It is more beautiful than the sun and will cost you £485 if you so desire it - and if you've recently gone insane within walking distance of Harvey Nics and need to max out the last roof-space on eight credit cards. This could happen: you need to have a plan. Plan for this. At last you'd have a great dress. Anyway, on my search through the internet I also found this, MUCH BETTER item of clothing/lust. It could have been made for me.
This morning I spent more than was right and proper on some wondrous, metallic, grass-green nail polish (style inspiration: The Big Lebowski) and then came home to something MUCH BETTER: unexpected Sunday sunshine. All the flowers came out to say hello. Which got me to thinking... The Best Things in Life (That are Free): 1. Sunshine, in spring, in Scotland. 2. The toasty clean smell of ironing. Also, fresh bedsheets. 3. Watching the neigbours kids screaming while leaning out of the car roof while their dad drives them up and down the driveway. 4. (As my friend Jen said, and she was right) washing blowing on the washing line. 5. Having dinner cooked for you. 6. Putting off til tomorrow what you could have done today, because it was sunny, and there will be more time. There always is.
I've been collecting pretty books in charity shops for a while now (yes, yes I DO judge a book by its cover) and finally got round to figuring out what to do with them, namely, turning them into little notebooks. The purple Indian ink was to dye the inside covers. A sharp knife and a selection of different strength glues were used to fit all the lovely fancy notebook paper inside. I have no idea where this is going, but once this prototype has finished drying I'll be setting up a little notebook factory. Notebook for Christmas, anyone?
I love her. I think I might be a bit in love with her. Look at that hair! I love her. She wrote a novel at 16, presented the music show Naked City at 17, went and did loads of exciting things and then published 'How to Be a Woman' in 2011, which is an absolute joy. Over the issue of her own fat/thin/normal body-weight agonizing, she finally concludes: "If you can find a frock you look nice in and can run up three flights of stairs, you're not fat". Amen.
Which led to this! A low-tech and peaceful afternoon. I re-strung a necklace (bought in Oxfam for 99p) and made some bright swishy earrings for me and my mum (green for me, red for her). Then I pondered how much I rely on my kettle. And my laptop.
I'm pretty sure that most (or, some) people who like reading books go through a very serious and important phase of reading solely about unrequited love affairs, painful memories and champagne drinking. It usually starts with The Great Gatsby. It’s a gateway book. It often leads to Nabokov. that's what happened to me, and although I’ve drifted away recently (I got lost somewhere around The Luzhen Defence because, well, it’s a book about chess) I still think Nabokov could write better than (almost) anyone. Which is pretty galling for every native English-speaking writer, because he was Russian. Anyway – he wrote pervy books full of lust and memories, and for a straight man he had an excellent eye for lady fashion. The character of Lucette in Ada or Ardor gets all the best outfits, from her ‘emerald-studded cigarette case’ and ‘very short evening gown in lustrous cantharid green’ to her bright copper hair and series of black silk handbags that ‘click’ open. What a dame. (Cantharid is a kind of beetle. I had to look that up.) Check out this sustained passage of serious chic: ‘He headed for the bar and made out, through the optical mist, the girl whose silhouette he recalled having seen now and then, passing alone, drinking alone, always alone. For a minute he stood beside her, sideways in remembrance. She wore a high-necked, long-sleeved romantic black dress with an ample skirt, fitted bodice and ruffy collar, from the black soft corolla of which her long neck gracefully rose. We know, we love that high cheekbone and the forward upsweep of black lashes and the painted feline eye’. There must be other literary hotties that I've missed out on. Let me know about them. I need their unattainable glamour in my life.
Why did it seem like I had more money when I was a student? Oh right, because I was drunk! I was so drunk. Anyway - now that the reality of seeking work with an Arts degree has truly hit home (i.e, three part-time jobs which have nothing to do with an Arts degree) I... Continue Reading →
Mairi Hedderwick deserves serious kudos for this. From the knees up its all fey indie girl with artfully bobbled Aran sweater, but those boots! Hard as nails is Katie. If you start life with this look, you will go far. I imagine that Katie continues to break hearts and intimidate classmates until she's old enough to leave Struay for London, to find herself in the fashion world. After a few years of nonchallantly executed modelling campaigns, she retires at 23 and becomes the archetypal mad-haired designer. She continues to rock the look she invented as a child. much like Margo Tenenbaum. I'd like to be her friend but I'd probably be too in awe to speak to her.