I bought a floral jumpsuit from a vintage seller at Glasto last year, and was tempted by this blouse but thought better of its frothy frills and walked away. Not for long though, it had laid a little style egg in my mind, which hatched a few hours later and then I HAD TO HAVE THE BLOUSE NOW WHAT IF ITS GONE OUT OF MY WAY MOTHERFUCKERSSS. AKA I got a bit sozzled and dreamt it in to my wardrobe, because clearly its so versatile. Obviously no one else had bought it. I haggled it down to £8 and then sobered up and never wore it. Elle and I still joke about this as the 'i love youuu' blouse because I was so obsessed with having it, I caressed it and whispered to it once it was mine. I know other clothes lovers will know what I'm saying. It's not even flattering, I don't know what's wrong with me. It seemed perfect to wear to the Spanish food festival on the Southbank.
The bag was a 50p treat from a Sue Ryder sale at the Nettlebed Hospice. Because of it's two different sides it was a versatile bag to pack when I did a cat sit stint. On Friday night I wore it 'Madeira' side out, and on Saturday I wore it hibiscus side out. I am irrationally fond of this bag.
It also coordinates perfectly with my Mexican belt
it would appear that I do have a fail safe black dress, and it is not just a pop culture cliche. This dress was £13 (to be precise) from a charity shop in Frimley, bought about 3 years ago on a charity shop sweep with my friend Charlie. I first wore it when I was skinny, blonde and tanned the summer I bought it, but I pulled it out again for my auntie's 50th birthday party on Saturday; I'm older and sadly quite a bit chunkier, but I could still fit in to it (with help). I love that it is tassely and hardly needs any accessorising, although both times I appear to have worn it with my big snake ring, bought the same year. The dress is quite short so for a family event I felt it was more appropriate to wear it with my leopard print espadrilles to make it a bit more casual. Better work on my pork life or I won't be able to fit in to it in another 3 years....
I got a couple of topshop giftcards for my birthday, they have so many great pairs of shorts in there right now. I used to look great in shorts but something has happened, still going to try loads on though, favessss
Saturday night I managed to have yet another faux birthday, but closer to my actual birthday and still awesome. My actual birthday was kind of lame in the day and then better in the evening, but leading up to it I have been completely spoiled with love and generous gifts, which I will blog when appropriate, as I am basically too lazy to document it all arbitrarily. I don't like how I looked on the night as such, the tranny eyelashes were a huge mistake (again, I think its time to send them to early retirement) and my outfit would have looked nice on a wee waif but on me was just unflattering. However, I like to use this blog to record my charity shop and second hand finds, and this outfit contained a few doozies. I didn't have the foresight (or time) to photograph it so I have robbed these pics from Elle to demonstrate. And Simone had backcombed my hair something fantastic... 
A classic picture demonstrating how ridiculous Furr and I look together. I've really helped the situation with the frou-grab. The suede jacket was a tenner from my (ex) charity shop, its ginuwine Pioneer Wear, made in the U.S of A, baby. I love its pronounced shoulders. The skirt is vintage Topshop - not from the vintage section in Topshop, actual vintage Topshop. TopshopTopshopTopshopTopshop. I got it from a charity shop in Worcester Park a couple of years ago for a fiver and it was - what is very fashionable now but incomprehensible to me then - midi length, so I had it taken up, although it is still just above the knee, not mini. Wish I had left it alone now but how could I have known that a fashion that accentuates a bulky calf would be something I would want to wear? The print is all kinds of rad animal prints and animals. You can just see my new Little Wing earring, a gift from Elle which has skull beads on the top.
I will eat your heart. Creepy right?
Waaa I wanna be blonde
In the other ear I had a loooong feather earring from Topshop (which pre-dates Little Wing so is allowed...) and I wore a silky nightie from Asda as a top. Oooo look at all my hair. Elle also gave me a necklace and this Dia de los muertos skull bead bag charm. I am mad sick in love with it: 
.... yes this was the bag I took out on Saturday, I have some perverse matching problem. Incidentally, the bag was £2.50 from the second hand clothes shop that is opposite, and rival to, my ex charity shop.
Next up will be my sissys 21st birthday and I can't wait to see her!
yeah I made it onto the vogue website but I don't wanna brag about it....
no, in all seriousness, the guy who was shooting street chic that day works in my office and I just so happened to be wearing 'bright, summery' trousers that day. This is also how I made it in to New Look magazine a couple of months back. Sadly this was shot the week before I had my Little Wing feathers put in, so I couldn't plug them, drat. These trousers are old M&S (when the labels still St Michaels, think I could dedicate a whole blog alone to my old Marks and Sparks finds), and were £2.95 from the Sue Ryder charity shop I used to work in. They accentuate my jabooty but there's something so sick that I just love about them.
In other, printed trousers news, I luuuuurve these abstract leopard print wide legs from Next:
The tassel bottom halter neck is a left over relic from mother's 90s clubbing days. I have the dress of it too, which I am sure will make an appearance at some point. My sister said I looked like one of the girls from ABBA this night; "not the blonde one mind, wouldn't go that far". Fur jacket was from a chazza shop and the straw and patent pleather bag was a quid from Primark, yess freebies and cheap things.
.... yes this was the bag I took out on Saturday, I have some perverse matching problem. Incidentally, the bag was £2.50 from the second hand clothes shop that is opposite, and rival to, my ex charity shop.
Ordinarily I would steer well clear of teeny sex comedies but it was a bit more acceptable in the 80s. I overcame my fear of Kelly LeBrock's Jolie esque beauty and killer bod and watched 'Weird Science'. Bloody loved it mate. Lisa (LeBrock's uber Frankenbabe) has an armoury of outfits to D.I.E for, plenty of delightful OTT studding and fringing and shoulder pads. Unfortunately I can't find any decent pictures for outfit detail online so if you haven't seen it already you just have to. The film itself is actually really good and well acted too.
She blinded me with science!
'Sixteen Candles' on the other hand. No Bueno. Odio. Mal.
