Who Is Minju Kim?

What's a Minju Kim? Do I need one? Is it a form of bum-bag?
All became structured and candy pink when the Antwerp based Korean designer shone through to win the H&M Design Award this fine day. With Lady Leith Clark & Mister Jonathon Saunders aiding in judging and a chilly Stockholm silhouette, it became a moment in time that could easily redefine the hazy world of designer - high street collaborations. Echoing some notions of architectural & Japanese influences seen at Rodarte, Balmain & Balenciaga SS 13, the breathtaking twists of the bubblegum colour palate, contrasting textures and some seriously skyscraper sterdy laser cut shapes, put Kim on a enviable road of gush from editor's and commentators alike.

With the collection entitled "Dear My Friends" upon which was inspired by Japanese anime horror writer Junji, and Kim's focus on Happy, Brave, Love, provoked warm and stunned feelings amongst people present, focussing on the endearing sherbet-like palette of candy pinks, sky blues and egg yolk yellows AND all the pieces were handmade. In terms of quality of structured arms and shoulders, it definately seems a corner has been turned in avoidance of perhaps unflattering cuts. With boosts in design technology over the past couple of seasons, even people with a low budget can get access to a well designed and sculpted architectural corker. Resembling Japanese bush fighters, adorning haunting animal based headwear, Japanese illustrated leather battle plates and candy floss collars it's no wonder Leith Clark was quoted as saying "The moment I saw the collection I knew I would have it photographed", which may be the most comendable compliment a collection could achieve at such a level. Even some of Kim's previous collection have kept in tune with a similar twisted innocent colour palatte which I think will be super dreamy for the H&M Minju Kim collaboration capsule collection that will be in many a moon away, predicted A/W 2013. I think I'm a real sucker for playful yet edgy collections that offers the eye something different and get people talking. Serious shoe envy also with the statement Japansese illustrated, lace tied shoes that had a rebellious schoolgirl charm that I'm forever falling hook line and sinker for. I'm really in anticipation for this collaboration, after been in parts underwhelmed by collaborations with more well known designers and high street brands.

It's easy to get a genuine grasp of the feel of the show, that Kim followed her designer's heart and believed in her own ability to redefine a silhouette, redefine a concept and redefine what it means to have fun with your fashion. The delicate workmanship that goes into handmaking each individual look, and by gum they were individual, isn't even comprehendable. Volumes were curved, the texture contrasts were out of this world and there was even a little good old gingham thrown in for decent measure. There was PVC, metallics, fur, tassles, sweetheart necklines, pleats, very gutsy. If H&M can get this attempt at upping their high fashion quoitent, which hasn't been as successful as some may have hoped in previous attempts, right, it could really add some excitement back into accessible high-street stores and make more creative souls accessible to those in appreciation of purposeful, diverse and skillfull works of winning worthy garment art. If the capsule collection can evoke such an instant gratification to the pleasure of the eye like the original collection, surely it will sell it in a flash, and I will once more be left weeping in crave for Japanese bear fighting headwear.

la luna

Me and the moon. You say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.
Super in love with this Charlotte Olympia Lunatic Clutch and basically based this entire outfit around it. If I could marry a neckline at the moment it would be a polo neck and we would live happily ever after, at least for a little passionate time. As with most things, time may pass and I may regret that statement eventually but for now we are in our honeymoon period, hence getting a little bit attached to this fit-and-flare leather dress from Givenchy, it's perfect for lurking around dark bars and introducing a little bondage chic into my life. To add some depth I couldn't resist a Katrantzou digital print monochrome jacket, a quirky cat hat and what else but a pair of latte & black studded Valentino's. So it's high necks ahoy for if I ever need to look like an artistic smoking black cat.

Old Lady Book Club Sundays - Soiree Deux

Cat Eye Shaped, Turtle Shell Peepers Are Go! It's that sleepy day again where it's okay to adorn silky pyjamas at three in the afternoon, crochet blankets, wonder without care through museums, stroke soft kittens, play scrabble, sup from china cups, visit food markets & doodle pictures of macaroons (maca-swoons). A excuse for all us Early Grannies to escape the throws of crumbs on public transport, cold toes & loud leggings.
With Wish Magazine getting a fondle this afternoon, Carrie's piece on early grannies unashamedly felt like putting on an literary old velvet jacket. Put as followed-

Early Granny
noun (pl. -nies) informal. shortened to EG

a young person with premature preferences, pastimes and tendencies similar to those commonly found in an older individual who is actively at leisure in retirement with grandchildren. An Early Granny usually does not have any children, may be in education, and leads - at times - an almost unidentifiable life from their more mature counterparts.

ORIGIN circa 2010: from Old English (as an adverb), influenced by Old Norse arliga and grannam (representing a colloquial pronunciation of grandam) + -y 2.

Lula is always a delight for a flick for an Old Lady Book Club. It's my papery crush, and I'm a smitten kitten.

Another example of how adorably magical Leith Clark is. Lula is said to be "The kind of girl you'd have a crush on. Or be intimidated by. Her style is all old-fashioned cameras, 70's dresses, patterned stockings, heavy mascara. She'd live in an apartment where the wallpaper is peeling off but it would be held lovingly by a litter of poems and polaroids. Her CDs would be all over the floor, but she'd know the name of every one". A saucepot goosey gander that has some serious TLC and love etched into it's oodles of fairytale celebrations of femininity. Lovingly constructed for the girly wirly's of the land who buy pretty underwear just to be able to lounge in it alone listening to The Four Tops, enjoys high fashion but get's giddy over whimsical 50's dresses & not only appreciates fashion but finds the stories behind the garments part of the journey.

It's became my biannual bunting laced companion. Part of it's allure is it's precious nature, with a new issue every 6 months and the exciting frenzy of cat ladies punching fellow curled calligraphy & contemporary art appreciators in the kidneys in a bid to get the marshmellow gooeyness you get when you embrace it, accompanied by a glass of red wine. Sprinkled amongst the witty interviews with folk you need to listen to are shoots with garments like an Orla Kiely monochrome dress, violet 50's Peter Jensen coat, checked Margaret Howell mid-length 40's skirt, bug-eyed Louis Vuitton sunglasses, pretty ringlets in their fawn like hair, creamy collared APC coat and a princess like rosy, frothy flowers Chanel dress to make any grown up inner princess feel like she has the ability to back-flip over the moon. One of the best pieces of styling in the issue came in the form of the navy and purple checked Miu Miu jacket with 60's lapels shown above, my favourite of the three available front covers.

But apart from it's stylist approach, what does Lula give that other magazines don't?
It treats the reader like the delicate individual they are. They give the reader the gratitude in knowing how wonderfully imaginative and intelligent their readership are, which is the best gift a publication can give. It's expansive, thinks outside the box and indulges every bit of the fluffy, cushion filled corners of the soul. There's nothing better than the good side of strange and bewildering. Moonrise Kingdom cutie pie Kara Hayward who plays sock wearing, Francoise Hardy loving Suzie Bishop appears in interview in sky blue Marc Jacobs ankle socks and matching hair bows & chit chat with director of a favourite film of mine, The Virgin Suicides. When in Paris I visited a breathtaking book shop named Shakespeare & Company, upon which I would thoroughly recommend a cute visit to. I didn't know that the lovely Clemence Poesy's father is the owner of the bookshop until reading the article about it in Lula. I got a little few hairs raised on my arms remembering how lovely it was.

Whether it's scribbles of quotes with men who've photographed Twiggy in pop socks, interviews with ballet dancers, theatrical fairytale tales of Alice In Wonderland based plays, perving on & learning how to make origami, it has everything for the girl who cares about deeper elements and inspirations other than just pure high fashion or trend prediction. Everyone's current "Ooh have you seen that programme everyone is talking about" girly & Golden Globe rapist Lena Dunham's interview was my favourite Old Lady Book Club Sunday Book moment today. Being a Girl's fan, I found some her remarks very poignant.

What inspires you?
"I feel like I need to read Proust because what inspires me are the memories that spring up from the feel of an old itchy sweater or the taste of some specific canned soup or the smell of an elevator in summer. Really emo sense-memory stuff. And also New York, my parents, music coming out of other people's cars."

What books do you love?
"I love books by and about women. Not exclusively, but mostly. Lolita. Poems by Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. Eloise. How Should A Person Be by Sheila Heti. Cavedweller."

In other flabbergasting news my ASOS pointed pumps arrived my doorway and I've spent a silly amount online at Beyond Retro. Hoping they hurry their little bums up and deliver my egg yolk yellow 70's blouses.

I've just also bought the Grace Coddington - A Memoir book this week, so watch this space for future Old Lady Book Club Soiree's! excited to wrap my eyeballs around it.

Pre Fall 2013 Creme Brulee With Celine Inspired Raspberry Coulis

WHY HAS PRE FALL 2013 CHANGED MY ENTIRE PERSPECTIVE OF PRE SPRING/FALL COLLECTIONS?

Because (in the words of my inner Beyonce), this is the year that shit got real.

Pre Fall (Particularly Celine) has completely changed my perspective of the importance of Pre-Fall Collections. Previously Pre-Fall/Spring collections have been like my equivalent of having parma ham and melon balls as a starter. It was the bitterness you felt if Daniel Bedingfield was the support for the Rolling Stones (Not true Daniel, I still love your facial hair fashion). Like the horror of gritting your teeth through episodes of Montell Williams whilst waiting for Maury to start. It was like the guilt of promising yourself to wait for the special HD televisual gift of Season 2 New Girl & ending up when feeling weak, watching 5 episodes in a row on a teeny netbook screen. Just one more episode won't hurt then BAM! I've watched them all, I'm writing my own New Girl fan-fiction, drinking bro juice every Saturday and finding Justin Long more attractive than is ever necessary. In my head it had the importance of the stupid Land Rover adverts you see in the cinema before the film starts. 1. I don't drive. 2. I'm not a cast member of Geordie Shore. And 3. I'm not the arrogant Sir convincing his wife that cobbled streets count as heavy terrain, so they are most definately wasting their advertising coins barking up the wrong, over-sized, needless tree.
That's another thing with Pre-Fall collections, it makes people (me), do wacky things, like panic buy Burgundy, Pre-Snuggle thunderous-cloud shade boucle, panic, worry about F/W 2013 whilst it's still still like a arctic slush puppy yonder, pre-pre layer greys & PANIC!
It's a soiree of instant chilly Periwinkle without a even a teeny fondle of toasty solstice burnt Tangerine.
Season addictive scheduled Fashion Week's twice a year are normally like the Bubble Tea's of the beverage world - tasty, exciting, colourful, new & untouchable as oppose to the-filler-before-dinner pre-season own-run milkshake shack frozen beverages with shoddy blender's and floating Oreo's at the bottom of your melted Ben & Jerry's. Before it's barely given you a blase brain freeze your concentrating more on your Street Peeper flicking and less on your moist liquid biscuits.

Indulging my inner Wednesday Addams, Phoebe Philo has indulged everything I want from any Pre-Fall. After falling helplessly in love with previous confidence exuding smart-cut Celine, the oversized and simplistic nature, horizontal stripes and unavoidable print tees, it has always brought out a hunger for a slice of life I didn't know I ever craved. A vision of the future that both scares & excites me in equal measure. It's hand drawn visions of the kind of Catherine-Anne Frey-esqe ensembles I aspire to recreate. Since 2008, Philo has turned out dark horse, cool new age corkers that have made me want to grow up faster than Heidi Montag's cup size. It made me realise that it's not important to dress for men, but dress for yourself and dress for the person you want to be. Like the sub-heading of Lula Magazine - The Girl Of My Dreams, that always inspires me to go on to do better, the whimsical vision & the mythical power that comes from wearing working woman Celine shades, there's nothing stopping you from playing the part, even if you don't feel it, hoping that the powerful seductions of your shoulder pads will eventually soak into your subconcious power (here's praying).

But 2013 is the year of change. I turned up to the pre-F/W 2013 picnic expecting egg mayonaise but got a moreish minature taste of the March Fashion Week's tea parties before serving! ladel's of swanky fashion gumbo, dollops of gladiator sandal flavoured jambalaya and tasty looking high slit, pleated skirts. It's my first time of cheekily tasting before dinner like a love to hate rascal character in the Beano without the Pre-Fall tasting of disappointment. Although I'm thoroughly still anticipating the next course, the quick delicious, energy boosting starter was enough to give gratitude for. Compliments to the chef.

Pre Fall is the ding-a-ling for extreme proportions. I may be a teeny gal but by god I can wear a ankle-length skirt, So when a sweet marriage of ankle-length, leather, pleats, innocent pilgrim buckles, oversized neoprene, double breasted caramel fur coats, straw hats & metallic flatforms seranaded my green eyes with their leather clad nymph-like voices, it was like the breaking of a creme brulee (please see Amelie). Real feminine androdgny at it's best. I like my coffee how I like my Pre Fall/Winter - Dark with buckles.

Upon other Pre Fall/Winter observations have developed a trend & wishlist minefield. Short Capes, Pleats, Wide Leg Trousers, headbands, stripes, oversized knits, high skirt splits, a delicious brown leather cape at Givenchy, lots of fur - especially on bags, military armour platse, low hem dresses, bubble skirts, texture contrasts, boater hats, chunky flatforms (whoa Prada, whoa), off shoulder, pyjama pants, gladiator sandals (2005 MKO?), olive shades, metallic cigarette trousers, halters, bubble capped sleeves, opaque hoisery, full length leather gloves, futuristic metallics, the return of the tuxedo?, even bolder boots, lingerie-wear at Missoni, aquamarines, mid-length shorts, high necks, super duper layering (florals for Spring, groundbreaking) and jacket lengths rising back up the back from long boyfriend to short. Such a lot of information in 30 seconds. Particular hot spots :

                                         Super sexy tuxedo inspired high slits at Givenchy

                                                  Fish Tank Metallics at Proenza Schouler

Print clashing animal print neo-grunge at 3.1 Phillip Lim

In other news, the continuation of the milky matte ground dandruff is glorious for an English lady who's skin resembles the similar shade of the vanilla ghoul of Boy George circa 1983. This is a well earned age for a girl who is forever anti-St. Tropez, powered bronzer, any foundation labelled "Jaffa Cake" & the cringefest "here come the girls" sorry excuse for an advert by a supposed chemist. If it was up to myself I would live in a Moomin skinned world and stay so Chanel winter white I'm practically as transparant as their AW 09 clear handbag. Also I checked instagram today after a large unavoidable hiatus after losing my phone like a gin fuelled scoff. Whilst promising my mam I would help with filing and ending up skiving and getting tipsy on my collection of liked and forgotton photos, I scampered across this beauty. Don't think I could begin to pull of Celine like everyones favourite Sunny Delight coloured feisty feminist.

Old Lady Book Club Sundays

Ode to the Sabbath. I'm writing this blog post from the fireside in the riveting company of cable knit socks, Sunday lentil soup, tea filled crockery and The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart 

Sunday, you are constantly underrated, mostly due to usual fragile alcohol fuelled noggins or uninspiring lulls of dreading the Monday blues. This isn't just a blog post, this is a intervention. It's time to change the opinions of the Sunday smackers and inspire the none believers to embrace Sundays like a soft kitten. Being Saturdays hairy mole is never an easy feat but with some imagination, reading material and perhaps a poached egg, my very own cosy old lady book club Sunday has grown into Saturdays Chanel SS hula hoop inspired bag (hello quarter life crisis). 

My current hibernation venue is around the size of a matchbox, is a gawdy shade of brother's choice of blue and has the storage space enough for Polly Pocket but aside from this I'm putting my cosy interior arranging fedora on and attempting at making it pretty with my tea rooms worthy crockery, car boot sale trawled house shaped teapots and porcelain cats (hello quarter life crisis x2). 

I hope I can look back at the end of 2013 and see how adorably organised I got this year with the help of my newly acquired Frankie Diary via the beautiful people behind the adorable must-read Frankie Magazine 

I can't stop flicking through the purdy illustrations

Definitely just made acquaintances with my daily diary. Howdy papery companion!

A journalistic Victoria Sandwich of organisational fun, overflowing with cutie pie illustrational whipped cream and strawberry jam worthy lists and secret pockets. If anything is going to inspire me to be organised its 

jottings of charming hand drawn cakes, powder blue floral backdrops and lots of space for rambling. It's the simple things that keep simple heads smiling on an old lady book club Sunday.

During the head weary weekdays and confessions of a moody looking commuter there's nothing I enjoy burying myself into more than lurking around other fashion blogs, reading the rambles of the chic witty folk of the online world and pigging out on the outfit posts of the casually coiffed, but my old lady book club Sundays were made for a mini technology hiatus and warm paper publication simplicity. Over time there's been many a discussion and a underlying hoo-haa as to whether fashion blogs are killing the fashion publication industry but in my opinion it's merely enhanced it. Any blogger and garment appreciator worth their bread and butter know the gentle, hair raising art of getting lost in a physical paper bewitching. A subtle stroking of the glossy corners, the vivid bolt of the co-ordinated colours piercing your retina and the rewarding clarity your get with each turn of the page makes girls like me fall back in love with every aspect of my favourite publications each issue. It's just started snowing outside and the icy nature of this house is making my fingertips a nasty shade of cerulean but there's not a thing like the literary hot porridge heat of reading the newest issue of Vogue on a Sunday evening running down your throat. For me, it's a lovely cycle of treasuring, discussing, storing and re-remembering which I'm far to fond of to let go to swap for my need for constant internet quick fix fixating. The delicate and enjoyable merge between street style, designers and blogging has been flaunted by British regular Company Magazine and has totally changed the dynamic and the readership of the publication for the better, especially with last months superbloggers special which I thought was one of the best issues by an off the shelf publication for many a moon.

As you sassy cats may have seen from my last instagram update posts Santa was kind enough to accommodate my book club fetish with this Susie Bubble creation I've been cooing my eye upon for book club Sunday. I'm an unashamed Style Bubble fangirl and have been prying on her blogging outputs from a wee age. This book club flicker recounts the tales of the headstrong and realistic stories of how fashion blogging came to be with a mezze of the stand out posts from the influential big hitters like Vanessa Jackman, Anna Dello Russo, Style Rookie, Garance Dore  & Hanneli over the industries short lifespan. A fond read.

Interesting how the fashion industry found it difficult to understand in the early years, feeling like a growing unexplainable skin tag on the face of the industry in comparison to around 7 years later becoming the quirky and fully embraced beautiful and expressive beauty spot.

I've blogged since the age of 16 and being the annoying perfectionist that I am have been in a dizzy cycle of being underwhelmed with my creative output, getting hot under the collar about it, deleting everything and starting a fresh which is a filthy habit. This hardback goddess really plays on the factor that being able to do this and enjoy it gives the under resourced creative souls of this world a voice, even if it is a sheepish murmur.

let's party like it's 1992, sweetie

IT'S A UFI! Unused Fashion Inspiration!
Inheriting fur coats, 50's dresses and maroon print pussy bow blouses from long distant relatives is always a fun little treasure. Imagine if Patsy was a rarely seen auntie donating her cat eye sunglasses, PVC leather skirts and alcohol addiction on to needy nieces pestering for the biggest punk white lapels or shoulder pads possible.

Patsy is the original Cocaine Kate, veteran of the bohemian beehive, partner in crime to ensembly challenged Eddie and all around darling of leather clad undergarment smut. She practically escaped from the womb with punchy red lips and wearing oversized costume jewellery. Sin is in, sweetie.

With the seemingly never ending dark evenings and the expanding tumour of wearyness I'm growing from constantly seeing cheap sickly shaded peplums on the high street (GO AWAY), unnecessary button placements and gawdy embellishment sicking up on me, I want to channel my somewhere inner Patsy and restore some David Bowie-inspired, liver damaged, snakeskin lined, shoulder padded girl power.

Cast your fragile minds back to the demon decade some call the 90's. Televisual fashion inspiration jumped into your eyeballs via early Sex & The City, perhaps some grey shaded tailored fun times on Ally McBeal, cardigan central on Dharma & Greg (ew) or matching outfits denim migraine on Sister Sister. Early Ab Fab Patsy was like the hot fudge in a sundae of tie dye, hot pink and "the Rachel".

She always managed to balance her long lean silhouettes in addition to having lapels as big as her bottle of Stoli. It was a drug fuelled tapestry of mannish suits, big big pearls, using underwear as outerwear, snakeskin, print clashing, Chanel inspired boucle jackets, transparent mesh, long legs and leather clad everything.

I have mapped out some Patsy inspired S/S runway looks for some attempts at the appearence of the minx. Lacking in pre-Winehouse beehives, smudged make-up, falling out of taxis and chain smoking but jumping on her large collared punk aesthetic, loud prints, sheer rich fabrics, folky bohemian trickles and clean, long, organic lines. Particularly in love with the Balmain S/S 2013 canary yellow print tuxedo with thick gold hoops.


The Row

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3.1 Phillip Lim

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Michael Kors

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Marc Jacobs

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Peter Som

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L'Wren Scott

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Stella McCartney

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Jean Paul Gaultier

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Balmain

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Carven

So go forth Patsy's and wallpaper your life with a leather love in, pickle your liver and dress like a satanic sweetheart.

purr purr purrr

NEED NEED NEED
PURR PURR PURR

 

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How incredpurrible is this cutie pie headwear! $240.00 via Eugina Kim More felt cat ears on everything

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts

      Gianvito Rossi, Kenzo, Roland Mouret, Peter Pilotto (via Net-a-Porter)

Since The Sound Of Music has been on an average of twice per week over festivites and sodding detoxing is getting me sodding down all sodding ready (TETCHY) I thought I would spoil myself with some high end ready to wear nourishment and swooning so here be a few of my favourite things (see what I did there, whiskers on kittens, etc..). Pathetically I'm already planning my Valentines Day plans. So far I have the plan to watch bambi, have a girl date to yo! sushi, hiss at lovey dovies and lots of pre buying rouge delights! I've caught the crimson fever, which is a tad odd for a girl who has wrestled a love/hate relationship with the shade like members of B*Witched irish jigging away from their denim acid wash wallpapered subconcious. This hasn't been helped with my years of heated love with noir. I picture red and black together and I cannot shake visions of me probably resembling Gerard Way circa 2004, especially with my dark hair (I'm not okay, I promise), teehee. I will post about all the adorable Valentines Day-ness closer to the time but for now I've been daydreaming about these Gianvito Rossi PVC red pumps. I'm in desparate need for a jaw-dropping set of pointed pumps and these are cute as a button. Alongside the smooth rouge I have forever had my cooing eyeballs on the Kenzo jumpers since every lovely bugger was flaunting it during fashion weeks, including NEE NAW GIRL CRUSH Miroslava Duma. With current weather conditions and hiding after my NYE making a silly fool of myself a fishtail striking cobalt garment is exactely what my tired self desires, I need a princess moment whilst matching the blue blue weather and damp attitudes, oh Roland Mouret you swine, this dress makes my sad mouth smile. Before Christmas I delved into the asos sale with apprehensions but I virtually raked the rails and was dumb founded when falling in hapless love with a pair of jewelled tucked cigarette trousers with similar shades to the prints on show in the Peter Pilotto skirt. Yummy. So as January rolls it's no food, a lot of shame but lots of clothes perversions sweeter than toffee. Who needs pizza and carbs right? (me)

sh-sh-sh-shenanigone

 

 

Ho! Ho! Ho! Hope all you adorable cherubs have had a delicious christmas and a silky smooth new year. Now that normality has finally been allowed to resume from tomorrow, theres nothing im more excited for than the next year dandies. Hate be one of those deluded pricks who claim that their nnew years resolution is to be the next "Charlie Bit My Finger" but 2013 is finally going to be the year I get organised and sort out this slur of activities that I call a life. Santa has been a pleasant little so and so to me and got the most adorable Frankie magazine diary which is most definately inspiring me to make lists, which may be a devilishly grand experience. I bloody love lists. Anywho, here are a few snippets of photographs from my shenans over tinsel-ember from my instagram which has been a trifle of lounging about with feline Oliver, wearing tangerine, having christmas afternoon tea with gal pals, supping from china cups, sneaking around vintage boutiques in York, reading fashion blog booky wooks (Kudos Susie Bubble), feeling up tassled lamps, dressing like Rupert Bear and having far to many a tipple. I'm having the sit on a cushion because, like the drunken lout I am, fell and bruised my coccyx. Having a dry ethanol free January and hopefully a creative, happy and productive one. Here's to 2013, the cheeky slut, hope it's hip hopping for all your lovely pups. Also tiptoe up to the top of the page, press the cute little instagram button and give me a follow.