Tuesday, July 29, 2008

rollergirl


Did you know that roller disco is back in a big way here in London, I managed not to make too much of a fool of myself - well in the club anyway, it was the odd looks I got on the way home that surprised me but I couldn't help myself, I just love the feel of the wind in my ears.

Monday, July 28, 2008

these boots are made...



so anyway at the weekend I was invited to a fancy dress ball which was great because it fitted right in with my slave to vintage theme this week and I'm saving my aut/winter Luella for halloween! I arrived in this cute little tomato number but Sonny thought it was very funny to shout squashed tomato meaning everyone would literally pile on me - some boyfriend he is! hmph I am still not speaking to him, anyway so I had to change into my second outfit of the evening quicker than expected; sixties sunflower girl and I ripped up the dance floor to these boots are made for walking by Nancy Sinatra. I had forgotten how great that song is!



Friday, July 25, 2008

sixties go go girl



"me and the twigmeister, we're like that*"
*insert crossed fingers

p.s. check out my vintage fendi bag mmmmm sugar pink - like candy!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

follow the vogue paved road


Hey guys, sorry I've been away a few days. I got completely sidetracked getting my orders in for next seasons collections, I've even been wearing a few already! If your lucky enough to get your paws on a copy of Vogue Girl Korea you can spot me in some of next seasons best along with a few fashion tips from yours truly! ooh it makes me giddy with excitement just to walk the vogue paved road - onwards and upwards to British Vogue eh!

Todays look has that seventies back to school vibe. I have a real affection for socks at the moment - must be our unpredictable British weather, its shining its little heart out right now but who knows what will happen later on and I can't have cold paws now can I?

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

lovely in lavender


The trouble with some vintage is the smell. I had to have this fifties prom dress cleaned no less that seven times before it let go of its 'lost in the back of ancient grandmothers wardrobe for fifty years' smell. At least I can wear it now without Sonny mentioning lavender and mothballs!