Things I am currently coveting...

There are many things as I am an absolute pov' at the moment.

Eye necklace

Wooden Collar Jungle Necklace from Made by White

These delicious fruit brooches, also from Made by White

The Lovers square scarf by Cleo Ferin at Tatty Devine

These Demonia Creepers with a transparent section (as seen here on Arabelle of Fashion Pirate)

None of these things I can afford at present, but here's hoping I win the lottery.

On a lighter note...

Here are some images of things that are inspiring me, momentarily.

^ ahredakar

 

A beautiful Japanese girl

Madonna, back when she was cool.

 

Round 3!

I'm having a bit of a bad hair day, today! I bought 2 boxes of L'oreal Feria's 'Mango Intense Copper' hair dye yesterday, in the hopes that my hair would resemble that of the woman on the box! I did a strand test last night, and it did sweet fuck all to my current vegetable dyed colour. It was a nice shade of red, when dyed, however the ends are still pretty dark, and once the colour fades, the dark ends show through as a pretty dodgy brown/orange colour.
My hair was black previously and I bleached it after using a Hair Colour Remover. This lightened it a hell of a light, but obviously left the roots a lot lighter than the ends. I've been bleaching my roots since, and putting Directions Hair colours over my whole head.
After using Hair Colour Remover this time to get rid of the red, my hair looked like the vomit of a tie-dye clad hippy. Por ejemplo

Yuck! After that I used the L'oreal Feria stuff, and my hair went a drab looking ginge. So, I'm sat here with a few combinations of Directions hair colours and Crazy Colours smothered all over my head. It's only 3:40pm but it feels more like 7pm. So much for giving myself a mini make-over! I'm going to see what condition it's in, before I decide to hack it off or not!

So hopefully it'll still look the way it does in the above photo (I'm the mop of hair harassing the cat). Failing that I'll hack it all off in a bid to look like Robyn Tunney as Debra in 'Empire Records', complete with the nose ring and (pretend) bad ass attitude.

Or p'raps not. I haven't got a face lovely enough to suit being bald.

Do you have any tattoos, Brad?

Today has been pretty lovely. I accompanied Craig to  Forever True Tattoo Studio where he was tattooed by the awesome Richie Clarke. He's been dying to get tattooed by Richie for a long time, and has been saving up (both money and ideas) for ages! So it was wonderful to see him fulfill this, at long last! He opted for what he described as 'a mutant heart/crab'. So far, the outline looks amazing, so I cannot wait to see what it's like upon completion!
The trip has given me the incentive to save up for a new tattoo in the not too distant future. I've been collecting images for reference, but once I have the money, I'll be asking Richie to draw me up something.
I definitely think I've got the bug, particularly after my last tattoo! At the time I thought, 'What the fuck have I let myself in for!?', as it was so freakin' painful! The adrenaline rush afterwards is so much fun, and it was hilarious to witness this in Craig earlier! He started talking at about 68700 miles per hour and at a stupidly loud volume!
We went to Nandos for dinner and picked up some painkillers, bepanthem and chocolate for the evening.

I'll post a picture of my arm at a later date.

On another note, these lovely little ear rings arrived today! The photo doesn't do them any justice, but they are super pretty and lovingly hand crafted! My friend Smash got a pair following our crochet lessons (with Bex), during which we have been watching 90's films that remind us of our youths and help us to reminisce about bubble bags, mood rings and how daisies seem to have been emblazoned on absolutely everything particularly Drew Barrymore's form. They're from this ebay shop Retro Jewellery
That is my blue flowery headband too. I'm going to wear them together like some sort of ridiculous flower girl.

 Drew Barrymore and Daisies

Some model I'm never going to look as perfect as, but what the hell!? I can try and be as floral.

Today's outfit was quite floral too! But there are no changes there!

The above, plus plenty of accessories! I'm a sucker for belts and shiny necklaces!

There's a brand new dance, but I don't know its name...

I'm going to refrain from making this a fashion blog, because I can't talk about it in an eloquent manner. Also, it is a topic that frustrates me.
I love fashion blogs, because they inspire me to be more courageous when combining clothes in my pre-existing wardrobe... something I kind of loathe to admit. Also, they provide very pretty images of collections I miss because I am too lazy to scroll through reels of images from shows when they're actually happening. I like it when other people pick out relevant images and connect them to imagery in iconic films. Now that is something I can relate to!
Films inspire me more than is humanly possible. That said, I don't really care for the idea of conveying certain looks, or communicating scenes from films via my day-to-day outfits. I tend to just wear whatever the hell I want to wear... and I feel that everyone should be entitled to do the same. Clothes are a minor expression of who I am, not necessarily of something that I have recently witnessed, am aware that has trended within the likes of tumblr.

I am very contradictory in my opinions of and about fashion. The way I dress is and isn't a reflection of who I am. It is a means by which I can express myself... but it is also a means by which to deceive people! Haha! I often feel that the way I dress convinces people that I am a lot more confident than I am. Sometimes, my clothes are 'confident' because I am not!

This post is a bit all over the place! Mostly I just wish that people would have fun with fashion and quit being so serious! The world is a stage, and it's fun to play dress up!

Clever Girl

My first post! I will try to briefly summarise my weekend. This will be difficult as I have a tendency to ramble.

On Friday I attended the Screenadelica Exhibition (www.screenadelica.com) that was part of Liverpool's Sound City music festival. Craig (boyfriend) had a couple of posters in the show amongst a fair few other wonderful artists.
I ate at 2pm and worked from 5-9, after which I went to the exhibition and drank numerous beers (I never drink beer), accompanied by Jagermeister and Kopparberg...needless to say, I was quite bleary eyed! I did however manage to acquire a small print by one of the artists, Graham D. Pilling (www.armyofcats.com), basically by being very obnoxious and telling him that his illustration of a pink ghost, was actually a strawberry, and the 'F' on his hat stood for 'Fraise', the French for 'strawberry'. He replied stating that the 'F' stands for, 'Fuck you, it's a ghost.'

Isn't he cute?
I'm ashamed to admit that I can't remember any of the bands from that particular night, and that I spent half of the following day feeling like a corpse... until I relented and braved the outside world to retrieve chicken nuggets from a certain fast food chain I haven't frequented in the last 10 years...
I pretty much flew home, devoured my meal and some painkillers and felt as good as new again! The rest of the day was spent watching 'Cry baby' (twice) and 'Hairspray'... gazing lustfully at the outfits... and trying to decide who I love more, Johnny Depp as Cry Baby or Traci Lords as Wanda Woodward? Or just Wanda's hair? Indulging my love of the film twice and embracing the imminent rapture?

 

Anyhow, fuck 'the rapture'! I survived my hangover!