Knock knock.. "Whose there??"

WE ARE!! Thats right, five beautiful girlies have just moved into their new house on Milton Road, Southampton, and absolutely love it..

Although I've only been here for two nights, I can safely say the antics have not been ones to dissappoint. Well, if you include climbing out your window ledge and drunkenly greeting any passer by within a 5 mile radius through such lung capacity. And I suppose chucking cigarette butts into next doors garden, unbeknown that they are sitting behind the fence also counts. Obviously after the mortifying realisation that they are in fact right there, one can only act instantly pissed (despite the mere single glass of wine previously consumed), and therefore be chanted at as a lightweight for the rest of the year.. FABULOUS!

Ok so the house isn't perfect at a first glance, and believe me Posh Pads have certainly been informed their pads aren't really so posh with the toilet refusing to flush as the doors refuse to lock, butttt after much persistence I can now inform everyone to give the purple door a knock and come see for yourself!

I will definitely miss halls, especially some of THOSE antics (shopping trolleys in the hallway included), but am loving the fact we have somewhere to call our own, and am embracing the new responsibility it brings.. and if by putting on a pair of pink rubbers and scrubbing the grime from the previous tenants shit hole, I WILL embrace it, yes yes, I will.. hmmm??

Something amusing upon arrival would have to be looking out the window to find our garden consisting of: an apple tree, table and chairs, and other standard gardening items you would EXPECT to find on ones lawn. This, of course, in great comparison to next doors 'gardening items:' 4 shopping trolleys, five stolen signs, numerous broken chairs, and womens underwear victoriously displayed on the washing line.. bare in mind, all tenants are guys!

Note to self, house parties, messy nights and (the odd) shopping trolley on the landing will be embraced weekly, especially if number 120's house party was anything to go by!


OH and remember, the guy next door with the bright green mohecan with snakes and ladders PJ's.. well, just remember him.. :)

Im a Barista!!

"I'll take a skinny, decaf, double shot, extra hot Latte with a sugar-free vanilla shot and one pump of Hazelnut, please.. to go.."

WHAT!??

So after weeks of non-success in the employment business I get a call for an interview - two days later I go for a trial shift.. and TA DAAAAA, I land myself a job as a barista at Costa Coffee!!

When asked mid interview "Why Costa after five years in food retail?" I responded along the lines of wanting to try something new, and I feel that I'm a quick enough learner to take new challenges onboard.. something I totally believed until I learnt the facts of coffee making in all its glory! WOW there's a lot to know, considering I didn't think some things ordered yesterday even existed, (see above) and with not being a huge coffee lover myself. Butttt it's something to embrace and hopefully I'll get there soon enough!



I wish I could say I created such an elegant cuppa as the one above.. but my first cappuccino was pretty good, so I've been told.

This really is going to be a storm in a teacup - so fingers crossed!!

Definitely worth the wait..

So after three failed Personal Training sessions - and no, I'm not just talking about cancellations and rearrangements. I do believe the only way to describe Sundays no show, was in fact that.. a no show. Its bad enough getting stood up on a date, but by someone whose supposed to help you work through your body hang-ups.. I have to admit, it didn't exactly work wonders for my self esteem. To be fair the gym was incredibly professional in offering me an alternative trainer (pretty, skinny, blonde.. I could go on) however, I thought it only right to stay true to myself and continue with the man that promised 'incredible outcomes,' this of course has nothing to do with the fact he is everything you could ever want.. and more! The perfect piece of eye candy to work me through the motions.

BUTTTTT after todays work out I can confidently say it was defiantly worth every penny.. and the wait of course! Despite aching in places I didn't even know I had, I feel one step closer to a whole new me (may sound a little cliché' and for that I apologise, but its genuinely how I feel). It's funny just how much further you can push yourself with something, or someone, visually motivating you :)

And so I shall carry on with my personal program, and hopefully a few months down the line will be thanking Mr yummy in more ways than one.. alright, perhaps not, but a girl can dream!!

Feeling Kitschy

Definition:
* Work in any of the arts that is pretentious and inferior, or in bad taste
* Art, literature, fashion, dismissed as being of merely popular taste or appeal, sentimental or sometimes pretentious
* Objects that are so bad they're good in an ironic way

"Kitsch pretends to demand nothing of its customers except their money -- not even their time" - Clement Greenberg

I have always been a huge fan of kitsch, especially in fashion. It's no surprise that the run-way seems to have more and more garments that influence the argument of tacky versus tasteful!?

This summer nothing seems bigger with anything from candy coloured dresses to elaborate jewellery gracing the shelves. Accessorize have a huge selection of cute pendants I intend to pick up on tomorrows trip into town :)



With designers such as Emma Bell presenting creations worthy to those with a passion for fashion.. anddd food, its no surprise her brand has recieved international press in publications such as 'Dazed and Confused,' 'Cosmopolitan' and The Daily Mirror.

* SUGAR RUSH * CANDY LAND *




Jean Charles de Castelbajac is my favourite kitsch designer with his many overstated garments that portray such outrageous creations. This season block colour is everywhere..




Celebs have certainly been rocking this look, Katie Perry being no exception..



Because life's too short to blend in..

Flip-flops just won't cut it..

OK so today I'm finding it somewhat depressing looking out the window.. what happened to our 'BBQ' summer!? Buttt if I'm completely honest, it has given me a perfect opportunity to share with you some photography from the Magazine Design assignment just passed.

I chose 'Festival Wellies' for my spring/summer comeback.. as with the festival season fast approaching, you'll need quality footwear to keep those toes dry!

The days of green wellies have long gone with the vibrantly coloured and highly patterned taking centre stage. Making a splash last winter, and continuing that trend into 2010 - those muddy fields will never look dull!

Here are some photo's from the shoot at Ashurst New Forest with my lovely models..








It almost makes you wish for rain.

From pain to perfection..

I can safely say I've had a fab first year at uni, but have come to the realisation that there's only so much partying you can endure before your purse and figure begin to suffer! I know I’m not alone in standing on those dreaded scales each Sunday night, fingers crossed Tuesdays chocolate indulgence hasn’t cost me too much in price, and pounds of course.

I’m not afraid to admit that I have an eating disorder.. I LOVE to eat!! After all, its only half a life without food.. however, this in mind, it can also be half a life WITH food as well. Hence my decision to re-join Fitness First today! Yes, thats right, i've got a four month contract and a rather yummy personal trainer to keep me motivated, and hopefully get me a little closer to that bikini bod!

It doesn’t help when we’re surrounded by celebs that make it look all too easy. For them, cosmetic surgery equals quick-fix, and a trip to a world-class surgeon is our equivalent of a visit to the local supermarket. Earlier today I looked at such surgery junkie celebs and found that for every successful before and after image, came a hideousness that can only be described as a serial surgery fuck up. In the words of Miss Moss ‘Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,’ but if skinny means crash dieting, I’m screwed! It’s amazing how a number on the back of a dress can severely alter your sanity.

Nope, there's only one way to go about this, and have therefore given myself an ultimatum – remain a fatty, or get on a treadmill!

It’s true what they say, you always want what you can’t have.. I'll let you know how my session with Mr yummy goes :)

.. or should I say storm OUT in Stiletto’s

So I’ve finally got around to starting a blog after weeks of following other exciting posts. I suppose this is my way of sharing with you a few interests and thoughts of my own, be it in the fashion industry, or just day-to-day life.

You’re probably wondering about the title, and that can be easily explained. I’ve always been a shoe lover, particularly of ones I can’t walk in. YES, I’m the girl staggering home bare foot, heels in hand, at the end of the night.. but who says shoes are just to walk in! Yesterday I had the torture of selecting those few pairs that, well, I really will never wear again, and so they found there after life in a charity shop – there’s only so much wardrobe space for beauty once you’ve hit the 30 pair mark!

If the shoe fits.. enjoy :)
xxx