Archive for the ‘I want…’ Category

I know I recently swore off Starbucks after a bad hazelnut latte (the first one had too much water in it… the second one had too much coffee… the result? Queasiness and having to go to bed without dinner. I’m such a wimp) but I can’t not get excited about the red cups at Starbucks.  I’m just programmed to be a sucker for marketing.

The first toffeenut latte of the year didn’t induce any sicky feelings (maybe I’ve just had hazelnut syrup overdose? I have been drinking it for about 6 years) which is a very good sign.  Let’s hope the first gingerbread latte is just as successful.

And maybe this year, I’ll try an Eggnog latte? Gotta take a risk sometimes (!).

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Wedding question number 1:

Will Olly do a runner if I walk (totter) down the aisle in these shoes?


Whirl by Dune, £90

A 4 inch chunky cone heel will provide (much yearned for) height, but hopefully be a bit more stable than a spindly court heel. A small platform will stop me sawing my legs off after 30 minutes and the peep toe will be a little nod to the fact that it’s a summer wedding. Oh, and they’re totally sparkly.

I think they’re pretty blimmin’ awesome, although I’m not sure Olly would agree… not that he’ll get much say on the matter…

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No, not clothes (I’m a bit too lazy to bother to find the good stuff).  Books. When it comes to books, I love Vintage.

Not only do they publish the paperbacks of Haruki Murakami (so much easier to carry and read on the tube… although I’m carting around the hardback of 1Q84 just now because I can’t wait for a year to read it) but to celebrate their 21st birthday, they’ve published 21 of their most popular titles in the most simple, most stylish, most gorgeous of ways.

Vintage, Haruki Murakami, 21st annersary, Memoirs of a Geisha, The Time Traveller's Wife, Niffenegger, Mark Haddon, The text-only and tactile (touch them, you’ll see what I mean!) covers come in a selection of rainbow colours designed to compliment each other and brighten up any dusty old bookshelf.  And if that wasn’t enough, the page ends are sprayed to match the covers for added irresistibility.

And I know that I’ve got a bookshelf full to bursting point, I’ve got my eye on more than a couple of these… they’re just so PRETTY!

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Like most girls, I don’t actually need a new pair of shoes… but that hasn’t stopped me having a little crush on these:

Topshop Klaxon £58

These are the kind of shoes that I always buy thinking that they’ll be ‘day shoes’.  Because they’re flat, they’ll be instantly wearable to even the most conservative and sombre places, right? Like maybe even to work? Or perhaps not.

Still, they’d be good for the pub, perhaps with a floral mini, black tights and my new favourite oversized black jumper… ? But I’d have to spend the night with my feet on a chair. Not because they’d hurt (being flats and all… although I do have a bit of a bad habit of buying shoes slightly too small… damn shoe companies for failing to do half sizes…!) but because they’re a bit too pretty to spend the night under a table.

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I think I need this for the little drinky party I’m having next Friday…

Topshop £45

Dressed down with denim shorts, black tights and platform ankle boots?

But it might detract from my other new sparkly accessory (to be unveiled properly soon) and I can’t be having that…

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God I miss Borders.

Borders, starbucks, magazines, cafe

Where else could you go and have a hazelnut latte and spend 3 hours reading all of the international and biannual fashion magazines that you couldn’t afford to buy?  £10 for a glossy magazine? No thanks… but I might just read it while eating an apple and cinnamon muffin and I promise I’ll be careful not to get crumbs on the pages.

But those days are long gone (probably because of people like me who very rarely bought a book from there…whoops! Come back…I’m sorry!!).

Is there anywhere else in London where I can go and brush up on the newest sartorial knowledge (and perhaps eat cake) without being given the hairy eyeball?

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I know it’s only September and the clocks haven’t gone back yet but I’m cold.  I’m usually cold from October through till May, so this is not good.

What I need is an “I’m not cold” survival kit…this is on my list:


Option 1

Oasis, beanie, pom pom, nude, beige, wool

Cute knitted pom pom beanie from Oasis


Option 2

Pom pom trapper from ASOS (I’m such a pom pom fiend)


Option 3

Trapper, wool, owl, beak, Soul Cal, Republic

Woollen, owl hat with ear flaps by Soul Cal



Option 1

Amazon, Owl, hand warmerOwl shaped reuseable hand warmer from Amazon


Option 2

Mulberry, gloves, leather, lock, satchel clasp

Polly push lock leather gloves by Mulberry



Option 1

Harvard, Ivy League, American Uni, Yale, Brown,

I know I didn’t go to Harvard, but I really, really, REALLY want an Ivy League hoodie


Option 2

Oversized, boyfriend hoodie, knitted, woollenOversized knitted cardi by Topshop


Option 3

Duffel coat, toggle, hood

Hooded duffel coat by ASOS



(The only option!)

mulled wine, tea cup, mince pie, xmas food

Mulled wine is one of the ONLY things I like about winter.

And if all that fails, I’ll just hibernate.

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Forever Bun

I quite like my hair. It’s really thick despite the fact that I seem to moult like a cat (hair everywhere! All the time!!!). And it’s pretty curly although not so curly that I could do an Annie Mac.  Straightening does takes forever, but I think I’ve grown out of all the faff anyway.

My 2 main hair dos are:

The Cone (I didn’t nickname it btw)

A rather conical moment!

An easy, messy, beehive which gives a bit of volume and shape, without having to go crazy with the kirbys and hairspray.

The rest of the time, it’s up in a bun.  The bun is also a bit of a fav, as I’m too lazy to wash my hair more than three times a week (I actually mean twice a week. Yes I know, I’m a grotbag, but a busy grotbag!).

Lazy hair for a lazy (Ahem.. I meant gruelling..) day

But as convenient as the bun is, I think it might be time for a change.  What I want is hair like this:

Messy-ish but not too big…

Bit of a fringe, wavy, not too styled…

And blonde would be nice!

Although my eyebrows might give me away…

Any suggestions? A hairdresser recommendation? A hot new up-do? Eyebrow dye? Send them my way…

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One of the perks of living in the smallest flat is Camden was being 10 minutes walk from Primrose Hill. Fifteen minutes if you wanted to get to the top (although there might be breathlessness involved, depending on fitness levels). Twenty minutes if you needed to pick up some houmous and wine on the way…

But those days are long gone. No more shoebox flat just off Chalk Farm Road, no more 75 second walk to one of the most popular/hyped pubs in LDN town, no more fighting through goths on Saturday when doing your weekly food shop.  Instead I’ve shipped out to one of the safest (apparently… if all of the coverage on the  *whisper* London riots are true…) parts of N16.  A little garden, space to walk around the furniture, pubs where you aren’t 13 years older than half of the people there… there are a lot of perks. But one of the most recent and most smug-inducing occurred just days ago.

Bank holiday weekend called for a jaunty cycle to Primrose Hill with Olly. Perhaps I wasn’t quite so jaunty at the thought of it, but I’ve finished paying for the bike on the Ride2Work scheme, so it’s probably time to start riding it! After a 30 minutes slog (you wouldn’t believe what an exercise dodger I am!), some of which was ever so slightly up hill, we made it to the lovely Gloucester Road at the base of Primrose Hill where I tottered off on tired and wobbly legs to have a much needed and restorative cream tea. Earl Grey, scones and jam. NOM!  And then came the really good stuff…

You can’t go to Primrose Hill without having a little peep around the shops. There was no point looking at overpriced Greek Salad in Shepherd’s as I was already full of cream tea, so I dragged Olly into a shop (which will remain unnamed) which specialised in “vintage treasures”.  How can you not be interested in “vintage treasures”? I set to work looking for some exciting feature piece for the flat while Olly rolled his eyes in the corner, but it wasn’t long before I was eye rolling too..£27 for a teacup, a saucer and a side plate?!  My whole set which included FOUR of each (they actually chucked in 2 extra cups and 1 extra saucer), and wouldn’t look out of place in a “vintage treasure” store cost £15 on ebay!

But before I could leave in a faux disinterested (it’s not that I didn’t want any of this stuff… I just wouldn’t pay for it…) huff, a little pale green jug caught my eye. Tinted glass, a moulded pattern and a deco handle. Almost worth the £30 price tag… if I hadn’t paid £5 for an identical jug in burnt yellow glass just a month before.

True a second hand shop in Dalston doesn’t sound quite as nice as a “vintage treasure” emporium in Primrose Hill, but a price tag that’s a sixth of the price makes up for it.

I plan on filling it with Gerber Daisies and using it as a vase. That’s if the DIY is ever completed to the point when I can actually invite dinner guests around… Oh well, one step at a time.

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The End.

Ps.  By Miu Miu £400.

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