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LUST: Shop Dixi Stackable Rings Picks

February 1, 2014

dixi-ring-collection-ss14If you have a little scroll-y on down, you’ll spot my first ring ‘LUST’ post: Accessorize. Dixi is a bit like Accessorize’s grungy older sister, and she’s a tad more expensive too. However, when I’m feeling flush, I will definitely be treating myself, painstakingly one-by-one, to these gorgeous pieces to add to my budding stackable ring collection. There is nothing better than disguising stubby fingers with a slick of grey/black/burgundy nail varnish and some distractingly purrrdy rings.

Moonstone Poison Box Ring – £32 | My Little Moon Ring – £26

Silver Wishbone Midi Ring – £8 | Kingdom Turquoise Amulet Ring – £16

LUST: Accessorize Sterling Silver Ring Picks

February 1, 2014


This year, rings became my super-duper, #1 jewellery priority, after spending pretty much the entirety of 2013 lusting over perfectly decorated hands following the 90s goth trend. Now, I’ve already started my mission to collect a number of stackable and mix-‘n’-match-y rings – you can find that post here. However, after buying a moonstone sterling silver ring from last season’s collection, and watching as the other cheaper ones discolour around it, whilst it remains shiny and new – it’s got me hooked on buying more. I mean, if I’m going to be wearing them everyday: they should be of good quality, right? These are my favourite picks of the current season:

Sterling Silver 3x Bands Ring Set – £12 | Sterling Silver Sirocco Mop Ring £12

Sterling Silver Mandarin Turquoise Ring £12 | Sterling Silver x2 Ethnic Midi Rings £10

Discovering a Goldmine: New Look Generation 915.

June 15, 2013

You’ve got to be ‘kid’din’, right? Yes, I am talking about the child/teen section of New Look and yes, I am raving about it – at the disgraced un-teen age of twenty. A couple of weeks back, I was eyeing up the influx of denim trend in the regular section, particularly the denim dungaree dresses, and randomly got the brainwave to have a quick gander at the kids’ stuff – on the premise that, if – with my pathetic size 3 feet, I fit in the shoes – surely I’ll fit in the clothes? And I do. And the range is pretty damn good. There are nigh-identical teen-size alternatives to almost every staple piece from the adults’ section, without VAT, so at a fraction of the price. And here’s another bonus: you can still use student discount on top! Here’s an example of some of the things you can buy:

g915 sports luxe crop t-shirt £9.99 | g915 high-waister denim dungaree shorts £15.99

Par examplé, the average price for a dungaree style piece in the adults section, be it shorts or a dress style, gravitated around the £30 mark, whereas, the kids’ versions were only around £22.99. I’d recommend the line to anyone under a size 10 on the whole – I’m a size 6 and have bought an age 9 crop t-shirt, age 13 high-waisted dungaree shorts, age 14 skater skirt and an age 14 baggy sports luxe crop. And I think all of those combined came to approximately £35 – wowzers. One thing I was a tad disappointed with, however, was the thinness of both shirts that I bought: totally see-through for ultimate bra exposure. Great. Annoyingly, for the first time in my history of New Look perusing, the website is down, so I can’t show you any examples of the g915 offerings, but I’ll be sure to update the post with pictures once it’s back in business.

Now I’m going to be scouring the high street to see if anyone else offers the same versatile sizes!

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NEWS: Primark Comes To ASOS.

June 12, 2013

And after finally checking out the hype – YES, I’m bloody happy about it. I saw the endless tweets last week, which caused a stir about the bizarre news that Primark was to finally be available online through everyone’s favourite online shopping portal: ASOS – but I was not convinced. The first thing I posted went along the lines of ‘OH shit, let me guess: the prices are horribly inflamed and have rendered Primark/ASOS into something completely alien to Primark, which is marketed heavily on its affordability’, so I didn’t bother having a look. And then I got tonsillitis. Probably karma for being a presumptuous cynic, but there you go – until recently, I hadn’t checked the line out. But hot damn, hats off to you guys: it’s impressive, and most importantly, quintessentially Primark-priced.

The main trends that I’ve noticed are sport/varsity, denim and florals (oh, and an odd array of random onesies – bit weird for summer), which all seem to be aimed at a younger buyer: I could quite easily see the entire range on the post-sixteen-year olds wreaking havoc on Leeds/Reading Festival, which’d be a nice change from the bum-revealing shorts that we ended up dubbing ‘womb-lining shorts’ by the end of the weekend last year, due to their lack of leaving much to the imagination. Anyway, the line is definitely young, flirty and really quite damn cool. Here are some pieces that I’ll be hoping to snap up:

1.Polka Dot Cut Out Denim Shirt Dress – £15 | 2. High Neck Cold Shoulder Crop Top – £6 | 3. Floral Print Prom Dress – £17

What do you think of the new collection?

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Hey It’s Okay…

June 5, 2013

Not to be a-ok super-duper girly positive 24/7, everyday in a globe-turn. If you’ve ever read Glamour magazine, you’ll recognise the titular reference (god damn, that’s a good word): they have a page in each issue upon which they list a number of everyday things we have to deal with, that we often have to pretend to like. Basically, it’s a collective admittance that we’re not all 100% perfection goddesses, or Karlie Kloss – which is a good thing, sure – until you see Karlie Kloss. So yeah, given fashion/beauty blogs often revolve about the pizazz and sparkle of our favourite products, styles and events – I thought I’d inject a little much-needed mildy cynical realism into the Barbie Dreamworld we seem to be making of the blogosphere. Here is a selection of things that grind my feminine gears:

temp (2)Fashion’s latest ‘IT’ model, notorious onesie-rocker and undeniably Britain’s hottest gurner – Cara Delevingne is the shit right now. When I first discovered her, I was totally on the ‘OMG guiz, it’s so nice to have a model who’s down to Earth and relatable!’ bandwagon – but now I’ve realised: no, oh no son, it is not – give it up. Models are supposed to be beautiful clothes-hangers who possess an attractiveness that ascends the sort of girl next door/girl on Page 3 look your average bloke goes for – not a) avid wearers of tiger onesies b) socialistas who hang out with their celebrity ‘wifeys’ (may I interject and say that I could write an entire post on that word alone) c) on cooking shows with other models. Just when we were already feeling grim enough that we had to make that third microwave meal in a week: we get to watch two beyond svelt models cooking recipes  on YouTube. 

I’m usually  not one for the objectifying of women myself, but the incessant barrage of Cara pictures in which she’s pulling a hideous, downright childish gurn face is just getting a bit much. I’m sorry, but you can’t pose like this:

And then pose like this:

Don’t even get me started on her tattoos. The fact that she’s the same age as me angers me in two brutally honest ways: a) bouts of disgraceful jealousy at her face b) the fact that she acts like an absolute berk and thus, makes fellow 20 year olds seem like berks of an equal measure. Within a couple of months, doing a ‘Cara’ face will completely and utterly be a universally understood term, if not entered into the Collins dictionary. P.s. Cara, you’re still fit.

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This summer we celebrate and embrace representing the colour scheme of the Red Light District. Dressing like a fluro stripper sign does not make me want to jump up brandishing my Visa Debit (I’m not going to pretend I’m either brave enough or old enough to possess a credit). Maybe this is something that the naturally tanned should stick to – and no, I’m not talking about you over there, reeking of Fake Bake – it’s something that can only look dire on our generally melanin-deprived skin tones, thanks to our good ol’British weather, surely.

I’m just imagining the tweens of my hometown falling out of Primark with bags laden with top-to-toe neon – think shitty industrial town and you probably already know where I’m referring to. If you really, really must insist on incorporating some of this bizarre trend into your #OOTD, maybe just stick to one piece – like a cool fluro jumper with a crisp white shirt, or a bright green neon satchel. I’m only going to be touching pastel neon with a tentative bargepole though: I’m too white ‘n’ nerdy for anything more potentially garish.


Already touched on this in the last point, with the passive aggressive Fake Bake dig – but oh lordy, I am an ardent disliker of fake tan. Just – why? Okay, the appeal of something like a Garnier gradual tan can be appreciated – granted, it doesn’t smell particularly marvellous and it can often still make you look like  the love child of Pamela Anderson and a zebra, but at least it looks more ‘I’ve just come back from: Portugal – honest’, than ‘I’ve just come back from: Africa – I forgot the suncream’. If you’re naturally pale, embrace it: instead of lathering yourself in mushed up Cheetos in a bid to look healthier and slimmer, why don’t you just stop being a lazy shit and go to the gym? Or hey, just be happy how you are – you probably look damn good anyway.

I have only ever had bad experiences with tanning, or the furtive handful of occasions that I’ve flirted with it. These have only occurred, as a rule, because of peer pressure – or often, best-friend pressure. First experience: sneaking into the sunbeds when we were only 15/16 for the first (and with no sliver of doubt, my last) time, with my best friend – without being instructed to turn the fan on and, consequently walking like I’d starred in an anal gangbang porno and resembling a packet of Frazzles crisps for the following week. The others generally revolve around the aforementioned gradual tan, which I tried again more recently in March when I went to Marrakech with the same best friend – and predictably ended up a streaky bastard.

If you own a tanning glove: I do not understand you and your kind.

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Nights on Twitter where every other post contains a #BGT are my least favourite nights. Yeah, I’m a bit of a pop-culture scrooge: I rarely even watch TV – but if I do, it most definitely doesn’t include: #MIC #BGT #TOWIE etc etc #killmenow. The appeal in these shows is quietly apparent, I know, people do often watch the for the ‘OMG’ factor over the real ‘X’ factor, but in all honesty, I think they’re just a bit pile of crap and I’d much rather watch a bit of The Office US (RIP) or Modern Family. Gotta level with you though: bitches love Snog, Marry, Avoid and I am so one of those bitches.


So there you go, a little insight into the less rainbows-and-butterflies inhabited side of my brain. I’d really appreciate it if this caught on and somebody else wrote a similar post, to alleviate me of the ‘youngest old person ever’ feeling and remind me that we’re not all super girly girls, with our virtual pompoms, all the time. P.s. I’ve finished university for the year now – second year: complete. That means I’m going to be way more active on here now, so get following and anticipate much more!

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First OOTD.

May 30, 2013

I’ve done a couple of dodgy ‘OOTD’s in the past, usually just a iPhone Instagram collage of bits of clothing that I’ve been wearing – but today, you’re in for a treat: here’s me in all my ‘glory’. The outfit I’m wearing is a mismatch of mine and my sister’s wardrobe as she’s recently been visiting me (and took the photos, bless ‘er) and we’ve been doing a little bit of swapsies.






Oversized sweater shirt – H&M

Skirt – Independent store in Manchester

Beanie – Topshop

Studded creepers – New Look


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NOTD: Pretty Polka Peach Sherbet Nails.

May 16, 2013


It’s been so, so long since I actually sat down and bothered doing anything even remotely funky with nail art and, given that my English Literature exam’s in three days, it’d never looked more appealing. After writing my earlier review on Model’s Own varnishes, I decided to adopt the ‘Peach Sherbet’ colour as a base, with their white base ‘Snow White’ on my thumbs for something a bit different. I really like contrast nails so try to put a stripe on one nail and invert the colour scheme when I can. You’re going to need all the desk/tabletop you can muster with this one – mount it if necessary – slippy hands are a bitch.

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Review: Models Own Varnish (Peach Sherbet/Juicy Jules/Pinky Brown Beetlejuice)

May 16, 2013


Recently I was sent these lovely Models Own polishes to review and today, I finally got a minute to try them all out – though I have been sporting the glittery ‘Juicy Jules’ for the past few days. I’m quite a fan of Models Own; they’re reasonably cheap, they stay on pretty well and they come in a brilliantly vast range of colours and styles. I need to get my hands on some of their nail art pens now! Also, apologies in advance for my grim 6-year-old hands.

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Pretty Little Thing’s Manchester Bloggers’ Dinner.

April 29, 2013

My word – where to start? Despite the fact that I don’t harbour a complete wealth of knowledge surrounding bloggers’ events (I’ve sheepishly ventured out to one or two, thus far), I’m going to boldly put this out there: This could’ve arguably been the best blogger event that the North West has seen in a long time. I’d just like to say a quick thanks to Zelta, Hayley, Umar and Adam, a) for inviting me and b) for putting together a brilliant afternoon – and ahem, a free bar.

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S/S 2013 Beauty: Hello 60s, Hello Edie Sedgwick?

April 13, 2013

I’ve got to admit, about 75% of trends that I read about either leave me despairing for the powers that be of the fashion world, or proclaiming a sighed “Is that it?”. However, Spring/Summer 2013 seems to be changing that with an eternally stylish nod to the ‘Swingin’ Sixties’. Now, if this is drawing up blanks for you here, I recommend a bit of background reading, or watching rather, in the guise of Factory Girl: a biographical film about Andy Warhol and his ill-fated muse: Edie Sedgwick. Sedgwick IS the 60s. Think heavy black lined eyes, pale lips and a tiny injection of heroin chic and you’re there quicker than you can say ‘Campbell’s Tomato Soup’ (please get the reference, guys).

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Ebony. 25. Manchester.
Marketing Manager who likes to mouth off on here about stuff she cares about. Expect mental health, Borderline Personality Disorder, and reviews - from restaurants, to books, to fashion. Talks to cats more than people, but seemingly has a lot to say.