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What I Wore: Back to Front Frock

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I was scrolling through my phone and I found these photos from back in November of my birthday….so muchos apologies for the photo quality… it is entirely due to it being shot on my phone at Clapham Junction and not the fact that it was cheaper to buy posh fizz by the bottle than gin….

I was whisked to London by my wonderful husband and our friends to a burlesque club in the City. It was truly marvellous and of course, the actor in me wanted to feel like I fitted in…

I was most proud of this outfit because I wore the dress backwards…. and before you look at me like I’m a mental case…I do this quite often.

Sometimes I really don’t like the drop of a neckline or it’s too revealing for my taste and this particular dress that I bought in my first year of university has a SERIOUSLY low v neckline…so low that even in my uni days (*cough* 10 years ago) I used to safety pin it together else my lady front would actually be out on full view….and not even in a tasteful way.

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I unpicked the stratchy label and also folded under the pointless little sleeves to make them a more pronounced cap sleeve. I quickly secured them with a few stitches by hand to ensure they didn’t come unfolded during the evening. This actually changed the whole feel of the outfit and meant I hadn’t had to buy something new.

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I also got to wear my super towering high heels and feel glorious about it!

Have you ever tried wearing something the wrong way round? Intentionally of course!



What I Wore: London Gathering

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When I left living in London after 18 months of pretty hardcore immersion and after living in pretty liberal studenty Bournemouth for 3 years, I quickly noticed how conservatively dressed people were living in the ‘burbs. Being a girl with a desperate love for ‘those’ trousers from the last scene of Grease (thank GAWD disco pants have come into fashion…my 80’s rock chick NEEEEEDED those bad boys…) and having a rather large collection of leopard print items, for the first 6 months of living away from the Big Smoke, I capsuled my wardrobe into more outlandish ‘London clothes’ and more introverted ‘Burb clothes’. Thankfully after getting closer to P’s friends, who I now count as my own, I wear whatever the hell I want wherever the hell I want…I think that confidence also comes with age and realisation that I don’t give two hoots.

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We recently high-tailed it back up to London for a friend’s baby announcement, which in hindsight felt quite mean…the mother-to-be sipping on a lemonade whilst the rest of us all got quite merry in the roof terrace of a bar. And this is what I wore…sort of casual rockabilly.

This will probably also be the last WIW with naked shoulder skin as I have an upper arm tattoo planned for my right arm next month…eeeeeeeeek I’m excited! Can’t wait to show you all.

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I struggle to dress for summer, I never want to feel too dressy during the day and a 50’s frock does that to me. Bring back autumn, I have about 30 flannel lumberjack shirts that need wearing STAT!

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How M&M World lost business

For P’s actual birthday day last Wednesday ( and that’s a lot of day in one sentence), we hopped on a slightly grubby South-East train and journeyed up to London town.

The main idea was to take him to We Will Rock You. A musical I have seen now 4 times, and P hadn’t seen at all. I secretly also bought tickets for his brother and his wife-to-be, who would be meeting us outside the theatre at 7.

After buying the tickets in Leciester Square, ensuring I’d sent P off to other things, we spotted the brand new M&M World, situated on the corner of the Square.

‘Fancy it?’ Asked P. And fancy it I did!

As those who have read recently will know, P went to San Francisco. What you may not know is that he brought me back a lot of US goodies, primarily Pop Tarts, Reeses Cups and the largest bag of Peanut M&M’s I have ever seen. I could actually fit my head in the bag.

P was quite disappointed to realise that he hadn’t bought me the Peanut Butter M&M’s. My love of things Peanut Butter and Chocolate are well documented (see here), so upon entering M&M World, we nodded and began scouring the shop for that elusive Peanut Butter filling.

4 floors of M&M’s. M&M keyrings, money-boxes, soft toys, clothing, bedding, unbrellas. You name it, they’ve covered it in M&M’s and are selling it at Disney store prices.

They had plenty of places to stop and take piccies. Life-size M&M’s towered over children and small tourists.

There was even a full size replica of a London bus. INSIDE THE SHOP.

As you can see from P’s face…4 levels of fun is far too many.

The main draw to M&M World is the vats of pick & mix M&M’s. These are so overpriced, it’s a touch criminal.

Though they do look pretty.

As soon as we got close enough, we were lassoed by a very smiley M&M worker, asking if we wanted to buy.

We had so far trudged through the whole store on the search for Peanut Butter M&M’s, to no avail. We asked if they had any at all.

‘Oh no, we don’t have any Peanut Butter flavour!’ she replied, overly chipper. ‘Would you like to try some Peanut instead?’

As if that is the same thing?!

We left the sparkley and slightly strange land of M&M’s, without purchasing, and headed for a steakhouse. They do what they say on the tin.

With the lack of Peanut Butter M&M’s in mind. I would like to request a name change…. to M&M Land. They may have all the M&M’s in the land, but they don’t have all the M&M’s in the world….and I’m still without Peanut Butter flavour. 😦

Never a truer statment made.

I have managed to curb my swearing, after my stint as a Primary School Teaching Assistant, but sometimes you just need to use an expletive.

Sunday Saviours #6 (On a Monday!)

The hugest apologies for my lack of Sunday Saviours yesterday… I went away this weekend and was internetless and unprepared! It was absolutely great to get away and see friends and family, but now I’m back ( and in the sweltering heat, may I add!). I found a few treasure on the thrift scene this weekend, so I’ll post up about those later in the week!

There has really been only one thing that has kept me entertained over the past week, and that has to be this one video…..

Papa Pigeon meets the Royals

Frick yes. My dad, one of the Royal British Legion Riders, was invited up to Clarence House by Royal Appointment to meet the Prince of Wales. He also had a cheeky one on one chat with The Duchess of Cornwall, which entailed much more than was filmed! This story (told to me last week, with all the gory bits thrown in by my father) has kept me grinning all week.

He promised he wasn’t too embarrassing and that Prince Charles called him ‘Marvellous’, after chatting about the logistics of being in a wheelchair and being a biker with his own custom home-built trike.


Thrifty Find: Spitalfields Market Edition

I was up with the dawn chorus last Sunday. I literally slapped on some make-up and bundled myself onto a train with my eyes still closed.

I was enroute London Waterloo to meet my one of my fahhhhhbulous besties, Miss Laurenalice, who has just started blogging at My Life, The Universe and My Shoes.

She swanned into the station looking frickin’ gorgeous as usual, and we whisked ourselves onto the tube and headed for Liverpool Street.

Despite my slight obsession with wearing things made before I was born, I had never frequented the vintage wonderland that is Brick Lane and Old Spitalfields Market.

We had an amazing breakfast at The Luxe, one of MasterChef’s John Torode restaurants. When I’m out at these places, I like to pretend I’m one of those really cool people who go out for breakfast regularly, by acting and looking super trendy….when in actual fact, a sunday is more often than not spent shoving Peanut Butter on toast down my gullet, whilst wearing PJs.

Mind you, we had the best breakfast butties. LA devoured a Sausage & Egg doorstep, with a side of ‘freshly plucked from the plant and drowned in water’ mint tea, whilst I glugged Earl Grey and chowed down on a Bacon & Egg sandwich obviously meant for the gods and not little old me!

After fuelling up and general ‘I’m here all the time’ posing, we hit the vintage shops.

There is nothing I like more than a good old trawl through rails and baskets, trying to find that perfect cast out piece to give a loving home, alongside all the other bits I’ve nicked from the wardrobes of Mother, Father and Grandmother.

I lucked out and managed to grab the most amazing scarf before Miss LaurenAlice. Please excuse my VERY tired face below!

The scarf is about the size of a tablecloth and now…come to think of it…it probably is a tablecloth.  (Have just put it on the table, and very nice it looks too!)

I cannot wait to wrap it round myself whilst travelling via plane/car/train/ferry/elephant/sedan chair…is it a scarf or a blanket? Answers on a postcard please!

Miss L finally dragged me out of a box of handbags in Absolute Vintage, and led me swiftly by the elbow to some of the most amazing jewellery stalls. We are suckers for anything sparkly, and I was able to leave with just two pairs of earrings. (The 12 step program is working…)

I often wear odd ‘piece’ earrings, such as a pair of scissors and a button, or a button and a cotton reel, or a skull and a rose. That is what I shall be doing with the beautiful teeny tiny teapot and glass below.

I also got the cutest summer prom dress from a lovely little stall (see my Sunday Saviours #2 for their website) in the main market. The lining however is slightly tight on my thunderous thighs, so a little trip to the haberdashery will be required before perfection will be achieved.

The dress fabric made me want to lay on my back and play with yarn….

Teamed with some tan accessories, this is going to be worn to a friends upcoming nuptials.

I also purchased quite a lot for P’s birthday….but no mentions here – I know you read this you cheeky git! He’ll have to wait the 9 WEEKS till the big day.

Finally after eating our own weight in noodles and wandering around for another hour, our sweaty hands gripping our purchases and fumbling for our purses, we headed back to Liverpool Street, and ended our magical day of foraging.

I do have to throw in one final photo…

I’ll swap you all the bananas for plums and red grapes.

London to Brighton 2011 Mini Run Fun

This weekend I was whisked off by P and some of our friends up to Crystal Palace Park to take part in the London to Brighton Mini Run 2011.

With over 2,100 official runners, and hundreds more of unofficial, this is one of the biggest collections of mini’s. Classics, variants and new BMW’s all take part, and the atmosphere is one of a huge festival, minus the live performing acts, but there is plenty of music blaring from open car doors.

Our very own mini adventure began on Saturday morning, when we arrived at the Woods’ residence. We entered to the scene below.

The Coolbox

The coolbox was the important factor for the boys. It was loaded and unloaded even before the tents. Full to the brim of lager, cider, my gin and buckets of ice, the cooler perched next to me in the backseat of the BMW mini, sliding onto me and crushing me at every right turn.

Once parked up at Crystal Park Palace, much fun occurred…including P and I getting our tent up and pegged, quicker than our friends who had brought a pop up one! Also much was emptied from the coolbox, which doubled as a seat and picnic table.

This particular mini had been shortened and I couldn’t resist laying down to have a picture. I managed to draw a small crowd. The owner even took a picture!

These guys had come from France! France to Brighton…via London.

These guys tucked their mini up for the night, not satisfied it wouldn’t rain.

Of course, there were those who had pimped their rides…..

Cooler emptying and much merriment carried on till the early hours, when we all crawled into our tents, away from the low temperatures.

We awoke at 4.30 am, to the sound of those (who stupidly didn’t move their cars the night before) getting into the line-up ready to exit the park.

Finally at 7, we packed up our tents. I watched one couple literally walk away from their tent at 5 am. Carrying pillows, and a small bag each, they pretty much ran away from a pop-up tent, trying not to look guilty as they abandoned it.

This jellybean patterned pop up tent now has a new home. I wasn’t going to see £40 worth of tent get left in a field! It had all the pegs, guide ropes and bag with it. Honestly, some people are mental.

At 8.30, cars packed, we sat in line ready to leave London, and head to Brighton!

Our three Musketeers!

Such a good weekend out. Granted P and I have very burnt faces from the unpredicatable cloud cover on Sunday, but totally worth it. Good times.

(All pictures by P)