It’s a Midi World

Scrolling through my Twitter feed, it's full of fashion related crap, celebrity news and I have to include other serious BBC updates to prove I'm a grown up. I can sometimes find myself immersed in politics and I think that's what gives me a minimal, conservative kind of style, or as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman said "boring". The fact that I'm a little older, little more grown up (but not that much, I'm still obsessed with Disney) a little rounder and more womanly, I don't feel like I can have a debate about the NHS in a baby pink mini skirt, it just doesn't seem right. I happened upon a post from Topshop, a little assortment of seasonal pieces befitting the current weather status and I wanted to buy it all! I've linked some of my favourites from my wish list.

Ruffle Mensy Trousers

Bridgeless Sunglasses

Denim Midi Skirt

My style in one word is 'covered'. Arms covered, boobs covered and legs covered at least to the knee. I don't want any of that on show for the world to see. In recent years that kind of style has crept back into fashion if it were gone only long enough for me to notice that I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear in stores for a while. I was a bit fed up with shopping. I used to find things that were long but had short arms, I found pencil skirts which were great but when I wanted another they were scarce, long sleeves but too short on the bottom. I almost lost hope until Topshop suddenly seemed to stock everything 'midi' length, WIN!

Wrap Dress

Red Shopper Bag

That is how it became my go-to store, that and the simplicity, plain things looked good (instead of cheap) like they never had done before. Some stores (I will not name here) went crazy with the patterns, animals prints and florals, you'd walk out seeing spots from the insult to your senses. Topshop was the direction I wanted to be headed, simple items as a base but also the occasional quirky piece that you seem to keep for years because it's fabulous!

Orion Cross Body Bag

Stripe Cropped Tee

Nude Heels

Midi, black+neutral, trousers and denim all the way!

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[images source: all images Topshop.com]

To Dress Or Not To Dress

According to Topshops size guide I have a size 12 bust with a size 14 waist and I’m in between size 16 and 18 hips. Err… what?!

Basically the website may as well prompt me when I click on the dresses section ‘no hope, don’t bother’. I love how easy dresses are but none of them fit me, it’s a fact I need to come to terms with.


So what is a girl to do when she is too small on the top and too big on the bottom for conventional clothes sizes? Not wear dresses I suppose, unless the 1950’s prom style suits and I don’t know about anyone else but I feel rather like a pleated teepee and I don’t like the fact that if you sit for too long you get to look like a creased trash bag for the rest of the day. There is very little choice around.

So, I’m thinking about this because I have to go to a wedding at the end of July that I’ve been trying to find a dress for since March and with just under 3 weeks to go, I’m quickly running out of time, and it doesn’t help that I don’t have time to physically shop, I have to order online which takes ten times as long.

I had been frantically checking cheaper high street stores first as it’s friends of my fiancé I didn’t really put too much value on my dress code. With these kind of weddings I tend to linger in the back ground because nobody really knows me that well so a plain dress from H&M wouldn’t have attracted any scrutiny. I couldn’t find anything that looked like it would accommodate my large hips and small shoulders so I gave up on that quite quickly and have now opted for a dress from my favourite. Topshop.


I’ve bought Broderie Midi Dress in a (coughs) 14 for £65 just now. I love the textures of it but unsure of the colour on me, but I feel that it’s outdoor wedding appropriate. I’m pairing it with these very open and airy Gold Leather Sandals (I’m a size 7, shhh) as I am so clumsy as it is and can’t be dealing with conquering the great outdoors with any kind of heel.


Wish me luck!

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[all images from topshop.com]

My Zara Jacket vs. My Age

I look around at glamourously fashionable girls in the city centre, strolling along with bagels and fabulous hair. My fringe just whacked me in the eye. Hair bands suit me, better wearing one than constantly end up brushing your hair off your face until it looks greasy and gross. Hats too, they’re good for me and my obstreperous hair. It’s all about knowing what’s good for you. What suits you.

That being said, I cannot help sometimes being a little obstinate and buying things that I just plain want to buy. Mom jeans fall into this category spectacularly. I feel that I look dreadful in them, I’m not going to lie, I feel fat. With my already large legs, clothing them with jeans that do not flatter and/or suck everything in an inch or two does not do my self esteem much good. 

It was one of those things that I saw everyone wearing and thought, yes! I want to try those! And it took me such a long time to talk myself into buying them. I found a pair that looked great on a slim model and thought that maybe they wouldn’t look so bad. Real stiff denim I have established does my figure no favours but I’ve worn them so many times because they are so spacious. I’m conflicted with feeling awful and comfortable simultaneously.


They make me self conscious in my local shopping mall which I like to call ‘Marks & Spencer central’ because it’s full of middle-aged+ men and women dishing out the dirty looks when I walk by with my intentionally mis-matched handbag and shoes. It ruins fashion for me when so many people stare, nobody has said anything yet but there is always a chance of them picking up on my attempt to feign youth by following trends.

. . .

I put on a multi coloured Zara jacket, fished from the depths of the summery side of my wardrobe from a collection sourced during the dull winter, I felt fantastic! Combined with blue skinny jeans and a pale grey cami, I saw myself parading down the street swinging my handbag to the rhythm of my internal soundtrack (come on, we all have one) but just before I left the room, I changed for something understated and more suited to my age – what does that mean?


How old am I in fashion years and why do I feel afraid of wearing a colourful jacket?

I’m 29 in October and still feel as immature as a 19 year old me tottering around in heels and short skirts. It’s not fair for it to stop being acceptable for a person to wear what he or she wants to at whatever age without judgement, because in the confines of my bedroom I feel like I can take on the world and probably could if it would let me, but as I leave my confidence stays to hide in the wardrobe and leaves me defenceless.

I walked across a supermarket car park in ripped jeans once and the comments from the elderly would keep you awake at night. I couldn’t believe that so many sweet looking little old ladies had so many horrible words to say about jeans, what could they say about an experimental combination of colours fabricated in a vaguely artistic stupor, where my inspiration usually resides? A lot. So I wear what could be considered socially acceptable when really I want to fly out the door in a prom skirt with pink in my hair and run away to find some kindred spirits!

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Love Thy Sister

I was thirteen and just about coming to the end of my childish staring faze, you know the one that causes offence to anyone. When you’re a kid you stare, you just do, when you like something or when you find something unusual. You haven’t learned not to gawk at people and how rude and sometimes upsetting it can be to them. It used to be cute when you were really small, aw look, she’s trying to figure me out, bless.


So, one day I was shopping with my sister as usual, we were laughing and talking about everything as always. Harmless to anyone the both of us, having already gone through that awkward gothic stage and as a result less judgemental of any one who presented themselves differently. Mouth wide open mid cackle at a joke my sister made, I suddenly locked eyes with a beautiful girl… My gaze and laughter was received with an uncomfortable expression. I’m afraid I had accidentally offended her with no intention of doing so. She was a red headed stunner with a painted red lip, wearing an emerald green tailored jacket, I envied her model look and style, she was a vision. She was one of the first girls I found inspiring, this was a time when red lips weren’t so fashionable, it was all nude gloss and lilac eye shadow back then, so she truly did stand out!


I wish that I could’ve said to her then that I thought she looked amazing but unfortunately it’s not normal to do that and now I’m older I really don’t know why. I wish I could’ve boosted her confidence and reassured her that my laughter was not aimed at her but she was just that striking she caught my eye and I may have looked for longer than necessary. I’ve seen many women since who I’ve been itching to walk over to say that their shoes look fab or compliment their hair colour, because you don’t get much positivity from women for whatever reason, you see it so much in the celebrity world in particular those comments on Serena and her ‘man-ish’ figure that kept circulating, which of course were hurtful and plain f***ing stupid, she looks amazing in a dress! 


The Kardashian/Jenners get a lot of abuse and most supermodels with protruding hip bones. Recently I’ve seen trolling of a shocking nature on the social media accounts of my favourite bloggers that could leave permanent scars, especially the comments aimed at their children. Horrific.


Having looked at life from both sides (cue Joni Mitchell solo) and experienced hate from being different to a low level of jealousy from owning something enviable. I was educated on the suffragettes, I was raised to value and respect human life and although women may not be equal to men and will eternally fight that war, we damn well should at least be equal to each other and unite. Grab a paddle ladies and we’ll get out of this creek faster!

Happy Valentine’s Day

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[image sources: Isla Fisher, howtobearedhead.com – Jennifer Lawrence, thebroccolijuice.tumblr.com – Serena Williams, bellanaija.com – Tippi Hedren, HBO.com]

Feeling Red


It’s February and I’m twitterpated with the colour red! 

My hair has an auburn tint that looks fab with a slick red lip. My new Topshop bell sleeved top from my previous post, next to my pale skin brightens up my winter blues. I’m truly feeling red this month, of course I have nothing in my boring wardrobe. 

I’m coveting a new colour palette and style in preparation for spring, reds with white or cream, tailored jackets, crisp lines, and retro cuts. I go through my fazes of classic style at least three times a year. 


It’s the time of year when, for some reason unbeknownst to me, in winter I get in the mood for black and white movies mainly from the fifties but I can bend to forties and sixties. My favourite movie of all time stars Audrey Hepburn demonstrating one of my favourite styles, a trench and LBD. Once watched I feel like reinventing myself every time. 

I get into these grungey periods with rough hair, jeans and a t-shirt and that’s my limbo between style and laziness but I’m getting right back on it now and the fashion is moving from constant sales of out of season stock to SS17.

Bring me spring!

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[images: Vogue.co.uk – Selfridges.com]

I Did It!!

I survived January! 

I attended the most beautiful wedding over the weekend, for which I had been saving all of my energy for, and now I can finally get back to doing what I do best… shopping. In fact the weekend wasn’t over before I began browsing again – I know I have a problem.

I’ve gained a little weight over the past week, not a major amount but just enough that my jeans have become slightly uncomfortable around the waist. It’s just the wonderful hormones kicking in and making unhealthy food smell so good and chocolate so appealing. 

One day I stayed inside and ordered everything to come to me, and when the food arrived and I was packing it all away, I sneaked a Twix, then as I saw that the garden was frost bitten I thought to myself that a hot chocolate would be lovely. My whole week was the same, oh I’ll just have one, maybe two, maybe the packet. 

The wedding food completed my week as did two full English breakfasts and more chocolates when I got home. I felt like a balloon stuffing chocolate brownie with a dollop of clotted cream down my neck following on from a beautiful lentil soup starter and roast beef main, by the time the coffees arrived I was close to throwing up but I was so fantastically satisfied by that feeling of well and truly having my fill of food.

Sadly, I’m back into the not so sparkly real world where I have to cook for myself and it’s not as fun as having a smartly dressed waiter serve me my favourite meals and top up my glass whenever I take a sip. I’m going to have to be nice to myself and buy myself some jeans for the sake of comfort until I drop that extra weight.

MOTO VINTAGE BLUE MOM JEANS

Topshop vintage blue Mom jeans £40

I bought these during my online browsing Sunday evening and thought they looked so super comfy and I had never bought any Mom jeans when the style was re-released. Now felt like a good time.

As I am the way that I am, I cannot buy only one item, I must make it worth my while by having at least two, so with it being the month of luuurve very shortly I found myself a plain red long sleeve top with bell sleeves (my new favourite detail on tops and blouses) and thought I’d love to wear a comfortable tee to our Valentines meal as we don’t make too much of a huge deal out of it but we always go for a meal some time during the Valentine’s week, no candles or sweet nothings whispered, no gifts just a simple meal. I thought it would be nice to wear a casual top but unlike my usual black/white/grey colour scheme. Red it is.

LONG SLEEVE PIE CRUST FRILL NECK TOP

The BELL SLEEVES! £19.

I cannot wait to try these on as an outfit and apart, I just have to wait for my confirmation of arrival and I can go pick them up! 

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[both images: Topshop.com]

On My Wish List…

From Decembers Payday to Januarys, the long road through sale heaven is an excruciating journey. It’s so hard to resist buying every fantastic deal you see, and there are some great ones around. My way of coping with a distinct lack of funds is by creating my little wish list of the first things I will buy once that glorious day arrives to take away my winter blues.

  1. I’ve recently fell in love with Pandora jewellery as a more affordable alternative to my usual Tiffany & Co ultimate bankruptcy splurges. The rings are particularly lovely and I’ve zoned in on this Delicate Sentiments ring for the reasonable-ish price of £125, plastered in cubic zirconia with a pretty bow, I couldn’t make myself consider a cheaper one once I saw this baby!
  2. My skin needs help in winter, I’m very dry, flaky and achey throughout the whole winter season and at the moment I’m slapping on a whole lot of Clinique Moisture Surge Intense, which I’m pretty sure that means it has become inaffective in assisting with my flaky battle so I’m opting for a brand I’ve not yet tried but have been dying to! £50 is a bit more than what I’d usually spend but I appear to be running out of reputable moisturisers to try. 
  3. I’ve had my Too Faced Chocolate Bar palette for a few years, it’s still going strong and so well pigmented it’s lasting forever, but I can’t stop my wandering eyes from gawking at the Urban Decay Ultimate Basics palette for £38.50. This one comes and goes from my wish list because I have one palette with all the colours I need and only buy another when the current runs out, so I’d be breaking my rule by buying this. 
  4. I wouldn’t call myself a Topshop fan if I didn’t covet at least one item from the store. Truth is, there is always something I ‘need’ every pay day and this month it is this prom skirt for £80, simply because I have to go to a wedding at the end of the month (which makes me uncomfortable fashion wise, I don’t do fascinators!) and I feel like I could be content in a prom style skirt in the cold country weather of the season. Praying it doesn’t snow because I’m fresh out of snow boots that match formal wear! 
  5. And finally, it wouldn’t be a wish list without something utterly unaffordable for the time of year (Christmas spending recovery time) and mine is Dior floral cat eye sunglasses. The sun is bright and low and piercing my delicate pupils, yes I buy my sunglasses in winter and these beauties caught my eye on Selfridges.com and I couldn’t help but desire them to brighten my winter, but for a whopping £310 for the shelter of my precious eyes of course I can’t justify it, but I can still stare at their beauty. 

What’s on your wish list for the first pay day of the year?

Happy New Year!

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[image sources: pandora.net – debenhams.com – selfridges.com – topshop.com]