Urban Outfitters sent me this sex on fire leather skirt. I woke up this morning to a very heavy parcel and this fell out first, in all its crisp, slick newness. Rather eager to slip it on and totter out my door in a ridiculous pair of heels, however, I'm drowning in work. Cannot say I am in the most optimistic of moods, my senses feel dulled, nothing about life particularly excites me. Nothing is worth even a spark of a reaction or flicker of an emotion. Its as if everything is dusty or stifingly dull. I'm def. being melodramatic. I just want to feel alive. Just to feel something, anything-to shake myself up.

On an even more depressing note. The gym has pretty much become my social life. But can you deem an endeavour "social" if you don't actually interact with anyone, except your i-pod? And is the fact that you deem an i-pod a "someone", indicative of possibly needing more excitement? At the moment, I am feeling rather solitary- in that I find myself relishing hours alone.Verbal silence can often be delicious, and these days I am enjoying dark nights, warm candles & nothing but music for noise.

"a credit crunch, not a creative crunch"

-John Galliano

What I'm Wearing:

Vintage Blazer, My Mother's Crop Top Sweater from the Eighties (one of my most treasured garments), H&M Platform Wedges, Carolyn Massey Tote (the tote was the invitation to her catwalk show at LFW last September) & American Apparel Leggings.

I'm going to say it. Just have it out. Durham really bores me sometimes. For a town that has such charming streets, brimming with what would appear to be a quinessential aura of artistic pursuit, there is a tedious amount of convention clogging the cobblestones. Sometimes I feel like any sartorial inclinations I have might be fading...or dissolving...or slowly muting into a rather dull montage of black leggings and oversized knitwear. Maybe I've temporarily delved into a style plateau, this is probably the case. After all, there is definetely a limit to how much one can consider fashion, when being saturated with essays and journals on the rather tedious topic of women in the eighteenth century.

On a more positive note. I had a rather spontaneous Monday night; what started as a quiet meal ended up in pure rambunctious delight. A great deal of italian-spanish conversations were had, a lot of cocktails were drunk and I even think there was some sort of olive platter going round at 1 am. If you haven't been to Fabios in Durham, go, go, go. It is def. the best bar and I live across from it, which is a very dangerous situation to find yourself in.

Anyway back to work. Big Mugs of Tea & def. a midnight walk later.

xxx

"Anthology of Aimless Photography"

An anthology of some of the best things residing in my room. From the resident "bling bowl" to my extended ring family to the first page of my scrapbook- these are all the wonderful, albeit trivial possessions in my life that make waking up this early on a Monday morning, less painful. The sky is icy and even the quaint cobblestones outside my house seem to be frowning, I want to crawl back into bed with some Dylan Thomas and a pot of black coffee.

I could blame routine, or maybe even boredom- but the devil inside me is tempting me to dash into town, buy a delicious box of chocolate brown hair dye and dump it all over my head. I'm rather tired of the constantly increasing blonde shades in my hair. I crave the innate sophistication that seems to come with dark hair. Is this wrong? Should I leave my hair alone? I don't know. I'm waiting for some change to come about my life, maybe I should bite the bullet and start with my lacklustre locks?

xxx

"Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is"

-Wallace Stevens

What I'm Wearing:

Vintage Jumpsuit, H&M Hat, Office Platforms.

These days, my life seems to have trickled down from the skies and sunk deep down into the piles of books that are currently populating my bedroom floor. There doesn't seem to be much time for anything at all. No more flighty afternoons in town or glasses of wine or even a couple hours here or there to write further ridiculous attempts at what I like to call, 'my poetry'. Coffee & Comfort Dressing have developed into the defining factors of this week. And while I feel like I might have suddenly spun off into a duller version of my former self, I am feeling productive & healthy. Which are two very positive emotions, or so I keep telling myself.

So. The ahem, Giveaway. Wow. I throughly enjoyed reading through all your answers. Winner has to be Jessie, who put forward one of my blogger friends, olivia l. from lookbook. Her style embraces everything I could ever crave sartorially. Olivia is electric- take a look at her blog here.

And congrats to Jessie, who won the tote!

xxx

"ImightbeaMessbutatleasticanDress"

What I'm Wearing:

Zara Beanie & Studded Scarf, Vintage Sweater, Spanish Moss Vintage Denim Skirt

Packing again. The same old saga. My new crisp clothes have excitedly jumped into my suitcase, gleaming, determined to pile up high & adamantly prevent the trusty old garments any room. How do I choose? Impossible. I pull garments out in frustration, stuff them back in, all in hopes I'll stop feeling this nagging sense of betrayal. As if I'm letting down the garments that have consistently seen me through. My age old cardigans & musty leather brogues I bought in Camden for five pounds...not the sort of items you can just leave behind. Right? RIGHT?

Ahh I will be at this packing all night.

Dark Coffee & Loud Music will see me through.

Winner of giveaway will be anounced soon,

all the answers, are literally INCREDIBLE.

Love to you all.

xxx

So. Meet my new shoes. I deliberately threw on some rather unadventurous clothes, so as to draw all attention to my feet. I think these newbies deserve it. I've been searching for a new pair of heels for a good two months now. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to heels, they have to shout out to me; and let me tell you, these babies screameddd. You want in? Topshop.com

It is raining in Spain. Great. I'm inside, drinking too much coffee & spending too much money online on Urban Outfitters. Went shopping today, failed, failure, disaster. I kept breaking out in sweats. The surplus of bitchy women in the shops irritated the hell out of me. Wanted to buy some thigh highs and a feather skirt, but nooo. I ended up with a scarf, hat & pyjamas. Is that lame? Yes. I did have a vanilla milkshake though.

Ok. So. Giveaway Time. Frassy Rags D.I.Y Chanel Tote.

You want? I know you do.

Just answer one simple question,

best answer wins.

Most Inspiring Fashion Muse?

More Tomorrow!

xxx

What I'm Wearing:

Vintage Everything. Scarf & Headband, bought at Rokit Vintage, Brick Lane.

Oh, and my Fur was an Xmas Present.

TODAY: Bought an emerald green velvet dress. I am craving a martini. My best friend is chilling in my bath & I'm buying an assortment of tights and leggings online. Threw a multitude of clothes on my bedroom floor. Sang loudly to Whitney Houston. And also, told a pervy old man where he could go. Drank diet coke. Scraped my hair into a bun & now, now I am about to draft my Central Saint Martins MA Application essay.

This time next week, I'll shall be London-bound. Thrilled. Although tomorrow I am buying some knee-high boots and a Luella-like dress from Zara, which is also exciting, just as exciting as the fact that I am soon getting a tattoo. A dove, on my left wrist to be precise. What you think? Huh?

Have you heard "Meet me Halfway" by The Black Eyed Peas? I used to love it, but it has been overplayed. A song loses its appeal when it hits the mass-market. Anyway, I want to meet someone halfway, halfway home, halfway to my heart, but most of all, halfway to Paris. My desire for everything Parsienne has re-emerged in the new year, I am strongely missing The Latin Quarter . Or, God...what I would not do for a strong coffee in my favourite cafe in Le Marais right now...

xxx

"You cannot find peace by avoiding life"

-Virginia Woolf

What I'm Wearing:

VINTAGE EVERYTHING. Except the Turban, from Babooshka.

Happy New Years. Belated, I know, But my 2010 celebrations left me exhausted. I feel like I have only just recovered. Now, having drained my mind & body of any possible partying whims, there is nothing I am enjoying more than curling up with a good book & some strong coffee.

I don't have much to say today, which is strange because I am the sort of person who usually says too much. My mind is filled with Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway has literally flooded my head. On that note, I guess I will keep this short and promise more soon, very soon.

P.S I have just added new stuff to Frassy Rags

xxx