Monday 28 February 2011
The 80's
Technology - Can't live with it, can't live without it.
Two weeks it's been, yes two whole weeks, without a computer.
It has been hell.
However it's kind of concerned me that the thought (and at desperate times the act) of having to use a public computer, or even borrow a friends is hideous.
I need my own little item of free technological bliss. Loosing a phone and having to borrow a friends, breaking an MP3 or iPod and having to settle for the scheduled songs of the radio - call me spoilt but it's just not the same. I like being able to choose when I text, blog or email. I like being able to choose the soundtrack to my mood. I especially like not having to do whatever work I have by hand, or within the ridiculous time constraints of the UCA library (because, as you can probably tell from my post times, inspiration hits me just before sleep..)
Lets just hope my computers back for good, after all the waranty has run out, and my free cash will be doing the same soon too. But all jokes aside, if I ever have to go this long again without a fully functioning Facebook I may have a nervous breakdown.
It has been hell.
However it's kind of concerned me that the thought (and at desperate times the act) of having to use a public computer, or even borrow a friends is hideous.
I need my own little item of free technological bliss. Loosing a phone and having to borrow a friends, breaking an MP3 or iPod and having to settle for the scheduled songs of the radio - call me spoilt but it's just not the same. I like being able to choose when I text, blog or email. I like being able to choose the soundtrack to my mood. I especially like not having to do whatever work I have by hand, or within the ridiculous time constraints of the UCA library (because, as you can probably tell from my post times, inspiration hits me just before sleep..)
Lets just hope my computers back for good, after all the waranty has run out, and my free cash will be doing the same soon too. But all jokes aside, if I ever have to go this long again without a fully functioning Facebook I may have a nervous breakdown.
Saturday 22 January 2011
The Eyes Have It
Quick tip:
Do you want lash volume over length, but don't want to spend out on a new mascara? Use your regular eyelash curler then just apply copious amounts of your mascara half way up the lashes, flicking over the remaining length in the last few layers, keeping the oomph at the root and the flutter at the tip.
Do you want lash volume over length, but don't want to spend out on a new mascara? Use your regular eyelash curler then just apply copious amounts of your mascara half way up the lashes, flicking over the remaining length in the last few layers, keeping the oomph at the root and the flutter at the tip.
YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY
Well, this is possibly my favourite way of keeping the economy booming. However I'm too broke. Sorry.
Saturday 8 January 2011
"The Window To My Soul"
One thing I've liked most about being home is going back to work.
It may sound strange, but I adore my job. I love the older, sophisticated clientele, I love the quirky little pieces I think are sometimes bought just for me and I love the responsibility and admiration I receive daily.
Don't get me wrong I'd have loved a few more lay-ins this winter, but it’s definitely been worth it.
First of all, let me explain, my job isn’t as glamorous as Selfridges, the average age of the customer is about triple that of Urban Outfitters, our best selling pieces are straight out of M&S classic and yes we are 'officially' an end of line retailer, originally named; THE STORE.
But it's not just about seconds from shoddy high street stores. We've previously bought out the stock of other boutiques included J Brand and Sass & Bide jeans, knocking roughly £100 off the R.R.P we host Zandra Rhodes in the rails between Monsoon, Oasis, Country Casuals and the odd one off using my two boss' retail connections (both of whom have so much retail experience I don’t think I could absorb it all!)
The shop itself is more boutique than high street, we only buy flagship store stock, so we carry things that many of the local branches of say, Zara, haven’t seen, and probably wont.
True we don't have Kate Moss popping in, but Vanessa Paradis has visited - although I was dangerously close to chucking her out for stealing the love of my life from me - she was lovely, and Mr Depp and she have recently bought a holiday home in the area, so hopefully I might see her again. (I know what your thinking, why did I move away right?) We also had a flying visit from Bill Nighy, Literally in, and out looking for his wife/girlfriend, I don't know for sure and didn’t feel it polite to ask.
It may sound strange, but I adore my job. I love the older, sophisticated clientele, I love the quirky little pieces I think are sometimes bought just for me and I love the responsibility and admiration I receive daily.
Don't get me wrong I'd have loved a few more lay-ins this winter, but it’s definitely been worth it.
First of all, let me explain, my job isn’t as glamorous as Selfridges, the average age of the customer is about triple that of Urban Outfitters, our best selling pieces are straight out of M&S classic and yes we are 'officially' an end of line retailer, originally named; THE STORE.
But it's not just about seconds from shoddy high street stores. We've previously bought out the stock of other boutiques included J Brand and Sass & Bide jeans, knocking roughly £100 off the R.R.P we host Zandra Rhodes in the rails between Monsoon, Oasis, Country Casuals and the odd one off using my two boss' retail connections (both of whom have so much retail experience I don’t think I could absorb it all!)
The shop itself is more boutique than high street, we only buy flagship store stock, so we carry things that many of the local branches of say, Zara, haven’t seen, and probably wont.
True we don't have Kate Moss popping in, but Vanessa Paradis has visited - although I was dangerously close to chucking her out for stealing the love of my life from me - she was lovely, and Mr Depp and she have recently bought a holiday home in the area, so hopefully I might see her again. (I know what your thinking, why did I move away right?) We also had a flying visit from Bill Nighy, Literally in, and out looking for his wife/girlfriend, I don't know for sure and didn’t feel it polite to ask.
The last outfit put together during my stint back in The Store, one of far too many.
A quirky Gaga esque miniature top hat, which I've been debating buying since my return!
A small selection of our antique/linen collection
Our window displays are inspired by the tagline "the window to my soul" it always seems to spark some creativity!
Anyway, The Store is an amazing place to earn a living, so these are a few photos to show you that no matter where I end up in years to come, my heart will always be here.
Thursday 6 January 2011
The D Word
And no Dolly Parton, I don’t mean divorce.
Diet. Oh yes. The new year is here and guess what my resolution is?
So a good three years trying to persuade myself and everyone around me that it’s ok not to be a size 10 and under, has failed.
I give up. The worlds opinion on attractive is skinny, no matter how many magazines, blogs or television shows try to tell me otherwise, curves are for cola bottles.
True I’d rather be Nigella Lawson than Gillian McKeith, but neither seems a likely comparison at the minute. So I’ll simply be aiming for the size 10 version of me (so what if the last time I was a size 10 I was probably about 13?!)
It won’t happen, obviously. But I’d like to think of myself fitting in to my new life a little bit more comfortably, (please excuse the pun), and I cant help but feel that it wont matter where my clothes are from as long as they are being worn by someone who is the 'right' size. Quite frankly, I’m also fed up of a certain someone teasing that my legs are better suited for the Kentucky derby than any female – definitely not a compliment.
Anyway, hopefully by my birthday, March 29th, hint-hint, I’ll be buying a whole new wardrobe with the b-day money to fit my new physique, and if you see me drinking on a night out, feel free to gently remind me that there are calories in Bacardi and lemonade?
The Passive(est)
The Passive(est)
Passive, the best way of simply saying, as nicely as possible: You are a doormat.
A doormat that doesn’t even get upset, by being passive you are the doormat that has WELCOME plastered across itself, even though FUCK OFF is what it probably should say. You take everyone’s shit, and watch them come and go as they please, taking full advantage of you on the way.
As a self proclaimed passivest as of today i can truthfully say, I. AM. DONE. No more being nice to the ex who treated you like dirt. No more meetings with friends that I don’t even like. No more putting me at the bottom of my list of priorities.
Sometimes it really does take being made to feel worse than you can imagine to be able to find a way to feel better, which fairly much sums up my last week. I’m making changes and I’m doing it for me. For once.
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