PG Tips

One of you can be quite the arrogant twat these days. Which I despise, because I adore you. Smugness isn't cheeky or teasing, it's incredibly provocative and all you do is inspire me to say something biting and cut you down to size. Which I don't do, because I love you and I'd regret it. Oh and also, you're being completely played everyone else can see it except you. You deserve so much better so stop letting us all take advantage.

ffs

I actually want to scream.

Long live McQueen

Actually, I have all my McQueen pictures lined up ready to post on another tab, but to be perfectly honest I'm really not in the mood to wax lyrical over Lobster shoes and Jack The Ripper Fall 2009 (which was, having said that, epic).

The whole reason I felt inspired to write a post about him just now, days after the actual event, is because I read Tavi's blog. And it really irked me.

"It seems like I haven't stopped crying for days".

Admittedly the girl is thirteen and quite possibly a highly strung emotional wreck what with all the media attention she gets (and the girl has taken to wearing sunglasses indoors ala Wintour when front row at couture), but the number of posts from adults echoing her sentiments I find more than a little bit vulgar.

He was an absolute fashion genuis and one of the most inspiring, eclectic and inventive talents ever produced by our country, but to cry over it? I think that right has already been reserved by family and friends, and it makes me a little bit sick.

Tragic day for the fashion industry, but not personally for you. Get over it.

Oh Abbey Lee Kershaw, be my Valentine?

I'm going to steal her shade of hair colour and "bangs" when my hair is long enough. I think it's such a gorgeous soft dirty blonde, very natural and versatile and my hair's always too fair when it grows out so no roots showing either.

My mum wants a fur coat and they're all out of season so I'm trying to bag her one on ebay. I think she stopped listening after while and has now left me to it. So I went and bid on a chaise lounge for my new place when I get it.



And some gold wine goblets.

And a coal scuttle.

I can see a repeat of the festival wardrobe incident - I will be so poor after all this furniture looting that I won't be able to afford to move out at all and myself and my beautiful antique coal scuttle shall gather dust in the upstairs attic of my parent's house until they can no longer stand it and decide to sell their 42 year old daughter and her beautiful antique coal scuttle to a rich arab on ebay to teach her a lesson.

I don't even plan on having a fire place in my new flat.

London again today but I was actually too tired to do anything. Lagging.



This is me lagging but on another day at Stupid:am. I don't normally post pictures of myself looking shit. Thanks Kate.

The Secret Garden Party



Birthdays - Paris



Camden Crawl


Birthdays - Lake District


Isle of Wight Festival



Glastonbury (possibly)

These violent delights have violent ends

I've just finished reading an article about the Mitford sisters and if there's anything to make you feel hard done by for being brought up in such a superficial and technology-reliant age then this is it. These women are the epitomy of class, each and every one of them could be the heroine of a novel.

To give an example, one of the younger Mitfords became obsessed with Nazism despite being English and on the day that France and Britain declared war she shot herself in the head. The bullet remained lodged there and caused severe brain-damage after which her insane political beliefs transformed into devout religiousness. Hitler himself actually flew her to Switzerland for medical treatment.

Another sister disobeyed her aristocratic father and ran off to another country to work in a bar with her husband, another produced two famous Formula 1 racing drivers and another was the acclaimed novelist Nancy Mitford. Debo Mitford, the only remaining sister resided at Chatsworth House with her husband until his death in 1994 (I think). I just find her entire attitude towards life throughout the interview to be exemplary. These days we tend to either indulge in self-pity or self-esteem, where as I get the impression that herself and her sisters just "got on with it". In her own words she claims that death, money and sex just weren't talked about, so there was never any opportunity to wallow.

I'm going to try and find some more biographies on the Mitfords and learn a bit more about them. I'm just so insanely envious that in a time where women were supposedly suppressed by society it appears that they were actually far more proactive in directing the courses of their own lives and making their own decisions, however controversial.




I will DEFINITELY be dragging myself out of bed at 5am to make it to the next Angels Costumiers sale, apparently it was very much worth the angst. I always find the thought of having to wrestle other women and dig through box after box to find the real treasures a bit intimidating, the same way that Primark inflicts a feeling of cold dread, but it was definitely a mistake to convince myself that I would prefer the lay-in.



Oh speaking of avoiding the masses, I took a little trip to M&S this morning and literally had to step over rows and rows of teenage girls and single mums to get the entrance. Reason being they had all scooched into their sleeping bags and were setting up camp because apparently Peter Andre is signing autographs there in like another 12 hours. I actually nearly wet myself it really made my entire morning.

Looking forward to a potential trip to Laduree at Harrods soon. I'm fairly familiar with the store in Paris but what I didn't know is that they apparently catered for all the confectionary in Marie Antoinette, learn something new every day. I can't imagine that any other film has ever had a larger "cake budget".






Also read an article about Diane Von Furstenberg and how her success was only reignited during the 90's when girls started to visit vintage stores and dig out her old wrap dresses. She really is an incredible looking woman and her daughter in law is apparently the new face of the brand.



This picture is exactly how I want everything to be right now.

"I'm sure the other men take their Jack Russells to the Golf Course"

So today is the first day I've had free, or "off", in over two weeks. I'm actually shattered. Theatre last night was incredibly good fun if a little bit too much weeping and wailing, considering it was a romance. Juliet's platinum highlights were a little unorthodox and the crypt scene was, well, "panto", but Tom Peters was an absolute treasure as always - possibly one of the most watchable actors I've ever seen. Very intense.



I've decided I should do a proper blog later seeing as I have the day off so I'll literally tie myself to the chair if that's what it takes. I'm probably just feeling a little bit uninspired and exhausted.

No reason for the picture other than that I thought it was a sweet little summer outfit.

We ought to have declared war on Germany the moment Mr Hitler's police stole Einstein's violin.

- Remember, you're a person of Gold Credit Card status.
- But I don't have a Gold Credit Card!
- That's only because you haven't got enough money.

Keeping Up Appearances



My new shorts from Cult. I'll probably stick to something safe and wear them with a plain off-white l/s t-shirt and a battered leather waist belt. I also have a really cute floral bridesmaid's head-dress to wear with them.

Hopefully getting this within the next week too -



Of no practical use whatsoever.

“People constantly make the mistake of comparing London with New York, Milan and Paris and that's not what it's about"

I love Anna. I love Bee even more. And I love Grace the absolute most, what a babe.



I'm trying to avoid washing my car today because it's cold and, well I don't want to, then off to Reading later for shopping and drinks which will be lovely. I had four very cute texts when I woke up this morning - I really know some amazing girls, it makes me feel very lucky.

My will-power is in absolute over-drive at the moment, if it weren't so impressive I'd be terrified.

Theatre tomorrow night. Valentine's Day has crept up.

Hustle's not on tonight..they've moved it...of all the selfish acts for God's sake...

Lovely weekend, did Portobello, The Stables, Kensington and Bond Street yesterday and the rest of the weekend has been all drinks and coffee with various people.

The Hoerengracht


Saw my sister this morning and looking forward to a night in tonight watching The September Issue. I keep having really off the wall dreams as well, would rather someone just knocked me out so I could actually get some sleep.



View from outside the NPG, PG and St Martin in the Fields



This shop in Portobello had the most exquisite jewellery I've ever seen in my life. All very over-indulgent but the earrings in particular were incredible and they had shelve upon shelve of beautiful Egyptian-style Dior and YSL. The shop was absolutely crammed full of people and very few things are priced but I believe the less expensive and unbranded items started at around £40. I think places like this would make a lot of money loaning jewellery for special occassions rather than trying to sell specialist pieces. Either way it really was incredible and the photos don't do the shop justice - inside it's more like Aladdin's cave.

Viewing flats in Kingston tomorrow but I can't sign anything until I've started work so I think I've probably been a little premature and won't be able to take either of them up.

Feel like I should post something fashion or news related because I've let that lapse an epic amount recently, but to be honest I haven't really taken much of an interest in it all lately and am currently taking a much more practical "if you adore it, wear it" approach to things. In fact I probably deserve a medal or bouquet-shaped award because I've actually talked myself out of quite a few pointless purchases recently, on the basis that no, no Sarah no one can possibly make use of a third waxed jacket and no, no you will never wear brown shoes with black tights so step away from the brogues. Bow tie? Are you The Nutty Professor? Then don't buy one. Holland suspender tights? Well ok actually...

Speaking of, I have a point to make on something that has irritated me for over a year now. Flat caps and barbour jackets - If it's cold, you're at a festival, or there is a slight chance you may indulge in an activity which will leave you a bit mucky or "chills", then by all means don away to your hearts content. But if I see you in Harrod's food court or wearing your little cap at a jaunty angle on Kensington high street, do not expect anyone to believe you just jumped out of your Land Rover and must get back in a rush to tenderly bottle-feed those new lambs on the estate. Those deck shoes suggest you did not.

On a similar note (with a hypocritical flavour) vodka-related comments when I wear my russian hat this summer will not be met with appreciation.

"I'm even better in 3D"

Said a massive hello to the wrong side of the bed this morning. All I want to do today is go back to bed in my nice freshly laundered hoody, light all my scented candles, read my copies of Vanity Fair and Tatler and eat ceasar salad. Girl doesn't ask for much.

But I can't, because I promised people I'd go out.





This was Bebe's wedding dress. Little too Dolly Parton (gingham??? really??) for my liking but credit for trying something a little different from the rabies-esque dresses of the time.

Proof that I buy far too many satin ballet pumps in jewel tones.

Past few days have been completely beautiful. Seen lots of lovely people and done several productive things like shredded all my receipts and cleaned out my wardrobe. Unearthed several piles of clothes that I'd completely forgotten about so I'm thinking over the next few days I'll have a massive trying on session and post some pictures.

The first ever Vogue cover and the original supermodels -




Seriously, and I'm not even going to delve into the size zero argument because I personally think clothes make more of an impression on more waiflike models, but are these not the most EXQUISITE faces you've ever seen? When you think about the bland, blank canvases you see on the runways now I think you'll agree that aesthetically it all took a dive after the Moss.

Diva