Dreaming...

Why, oh why, do I not live here? I think I might never go out. I think I could daydream endlessly until that book I always wanted to write emerged.

From Kitschy Living.

July was a lovely year.

My new favourite shoes - I had a lust going on for these ever since they first came out, which I managed to resist on the grounds that I didn't need another pair of high heels which, to be honest, aren't the most appropriate footwear for climbing up six flights of stairs with heavy bags full of books in the University library, which is one of my most frequent past times. But... £10 in the sale! Who could say no to such a lovely mischievous green? Feels like my feet are winking at me.

Also. I have the black flared dress in a similar shape to this from Zara, and love it, so I was very excited to find this very similar but much cheaper one in stripes - always a favourite - at Missguided. Happiness.

We're all mad here.

I love this t shirt - a bargain in the sale at Orphans Arms, who are my favourite unusual-slogan quoting outfit, because their clothes contain lots of literary allusions that I love - and definitely think there should be more of! Even better, I got this one in the sale, and the skirt was an H&M buy from Ebay that was only a few pound. So a brilliant way to dream of chasing white rabbits for next to nothing. And that's all I've been doing today - reading, dreaming, clearing out old things, rediscovering old books. Perfect. Now time for a cup of tea to go with that teapot...

Ice and fireworks

Now, it's an ironic fact about my brain that in the dead of winter I'm always complaining that I haven't seen sun for months, and in the summer I long for huge jumpers, autumn frosts, chestnuts, scarves, and curling up on the sofa with my DVD of Tess of the D'Urbervilles (that lovely series with Gemma Arterton that was on the TV a few years ago).

So, the previews of the autumn/winter fashions that are emerging have got me longing for burgundy wool jumpers, purple tweed pencil skirts, scarves, enormous coats, mustard coloured tights, and frozen fingertips far too impatiently. It is lovely to see some colour on the winter runway...

These photos are from Topshop and Primark - I usually hate to jump on the Topshop bandwagon, as I usually don't see what all the fuss is about and generally think that the clothes are overpriced because of the label. Having said that, I might make an exception for those silver shoes and that purple hat. But as Primark's styles look like a country secretary on acid too, I have high hopes for the season in general! Think I might need to start saving now - sigh...

I'm back, after a crazy spring, you'll have noticed. Hope to do a lot more with this blog now. I missed it...

The kings and queens of England

Now, I really want some of these, and the voice that says big pants may not be the easiest thing to wear for most occasions does not seem to quite be winning over the one that says, I just want them. To buy and love or to admire from afar?

As a student of history and a bit of a feminist, I do love Elizabeth the First!

Sweet nightmare

I'll have my lace with the dark dreams of the forest captured in the web. I'll float with spring blossom in the breeze, but my eyes are sharp and my grip strong. I don't want your fairytales if I can't run with the wolf in the forest and follow the axe-man to a seedy motel. I want ice and a cold bite, a dress made of moonlight that casts its own spell. True heroines are only part sugar, and the rest is sharp spikes.

(Dolce and Gabbana, Marchesa, Marios Schwab, Coco de Coeur, Alice Kipps, Australian Vogue).

Futuristic cyber love.

That white ensemble = the best outfit ever, full stop. I can't even say how much I want that orange hair... I love the look of the whole thing.

Why do people not dress this fun in reality?!