What I’m Digging: My Internet Wish List

Clutch & Nails illustration via Elle Liberachi blog
Clutch & Nails illustration via Elle Liberachi blog

I haven’t done a post like this since January and that’s a bit poor frankly. I’m a great consumer who’s always shopping, usually in the sales and usually within reason, but shopping none the less.

I always have a wish list on the go, even (and especially when) I’m trying to be good. Maybe writing about the things I have my eye on will be enough to satisfy my cravings? Here’s hoping.

Like before I’ve lobbed these beauties into categories. Plus, I’m going to look beyond my ASOS Saved Items list this time, though it will definitely appear because, well, ASOS is life.

Sweet Treats (under £10)

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The Trillest nail polish, £9 – WAH London @ Boots (I am OBSESSED with WAH products)
Check Print Smock Dress, £7.50 (SALE) – River Island via ASOS (love this print clashing)
Gold & Silver Foil Flakes, from £2 – ebay (for results as above)
Fuck This Shit notebook, £5 – livinginlalaland.co.uk (this site is the shit)


Think About It Splurges 
(under £25)

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Tropical Leaf Print Jersey Trousers, £12.99 – H&M (LOVE)
Reclaimed Vintage Floral Dress, £16 – ASOS (I’m always drawn to florals, not sure why)
Copenhagen Curve T-shirt, £16 – ASOS (Clean and comfy)
Fringed Necklace, £14.99 – H&M (Yes)


I Wish Wonders
(the pricier end of the scale)

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Kika Ring, from £65 – bloodymarymetal.com (this ring is stunning)
AALIYA Open Toe Boots, £42 – ASOS (YUMMEE)
Pippa Shoulder Bag, £169 – modalu.com (What a babe)
Honovi Earrings, from £30 – bloodymarymetal (honestly, the best jewellery)

Now all I need is a new job that pays me more so I can treat myself to all these things because I deserve them. Um, I mean, I don’t really need any of these things so I’ll stop thinking about them immediately.

What are you digging this Spring?

What I’m Digging: My ASOS Wish List

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Illustration by Garance Doré (Incidentally, this is how I look in my daydreams)

Now that I sit next to a bona fide fashion blogger (go check her out for yourself: tattyfrankland.com), I have started thinking more seriously about my own wardrobe.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I shoved on decade old jogging bottoms and neglected my overall appearance before (love sweats, nothing against them at all), it’s just that I had hit a bit of a wall, personal style wise.

Now I’ve been thinking a little more about breaking a few of the unwritten fashion rules I had set myself (and what are they for anyway, if not for annihilating completely?) and it’s been fun. I’m damn cute actually, when I want to be.

While this is definitely not a fashion blog, I love clothes and thought it might be fun to mix things up with a little What I’m Digging post. I have an ASOS wish list the length of my entire head, shoulders and body, so why not share eh?

I’ve broken them into handy sub sections: Sweet Treats (under £10), Think About It Splurges (under £25) and I Wish Wonders (the pricier end of the scale). Fun, eh?

Sweet Treats

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All clothing by ASOS

NB: I actually succumbed and purchased two items from this list while writing my post. Last expenditure for a while, I promise.

Button shoulder T-shirt, £8 (love the Magenta colour pop)
All over Burger socks, £3 (I need socks all the time to wear with my DMs)
Cath Kidston Cops and Robbers coin purse, £3.50 (Super cute handbag treat – bought!)
Sweatshirt with raw neck edge, £10 (I love a grey sweatshirt, very Flashdance)

Think About It Splurges

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All clothing from ASOS Curve, except tee and scarf, which are by ASOS

Hoes Before Bros long sleeved top, £20 (want)
Faces scarf, £18 (so chic!)
Yours Sincerely boyfriend T-shirt, £14 (an unusual shape for me but I love khaki and have a soft spot for slogan tees)
Navy sweat pants, £18 (despite the above comment re: sweats – I just bought these!)

I Wish Wonders

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Dress by ASOS, Coat by ASOS Curve

Midi-length Wasted Denim T-shirt dress, £19 (I adore this) (and just realised I placed it into the wrong category, oh well)
Real Leather embossed backpack, £55 (this is gorgeous and practical)
Vivienne Westwood Anglomania Africa Star Duffle bag, £126 (had my eye on this for a long time!)
Hooded Camel coat, £65 (love the colour, very un-me)

These all look very ordinary to the un-trained eye, but I am pushing back against my own Grab a Skater Dress and Throw It Over Leggings styling. I’ve decided to love that look but style more bottoms (skinny jeans, joggers, skirts) and tops (the aforementioned slogan tee, cute knits) together. Also get the hang of smart layering.

I hope to report back on how that’s going soon, but until then, I’m just going to sit on my credit card and be sensible about future purchases.

What are you loving this January?

 

 

Go Baby Go Go

Not actual DMs, or legs for that matter
Not actual DMs, or legs for that matter

I have five minutes and I want to post today, so I thought I’d freestyle a love letter to my favourite thing in recent times. My Cherry Red Doctor Martens.

Dear Heaven in the Form of Footwear,

Yes, I made the mistake of going out in you the other night in just one pair of socks, foolishly believing you to be ‘broken in’. I’m still paying the price. The thing with you is you’ve been worth every single blister; even single irritated Achille’s heel.

You’ve been in my life for about two months and I already forget what life was like before you. I have dry feet all the time (except in the shower, where alas we cannot go together). My feet are warm and comfy, if I remember, always to wear two pairs of socks, the thicker the better.

In you, I have found the power to stomp like I believe I was born to do. Up, down, up, down and all the way back again. I feel like there is nothing I can’t do, no terrain that would defeat us.

In you, I feel like part of an exclusive club, coaxing discreet nods of approval from other DM wearers. I have a ‘DM Twin’ at work who looks like Bette Davis, if Bette Davis had a bleach blonde crop. Our bond is stronger, I swear, because we share a love of the same footwear.

You go with everything, from jeans to tea dresses. Especially tea dresses. You’re a miracle, a dream and I will never go back.

I love you.

Love, me xoxo

Are you a DM lover? I’d love to hear your ode to Doctor Marten.

To Thine Own #Selfie Be True

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Here’s one I took earlier

What is it about the cult of the #selfie? It has to be one of the most interesting and baffling things to come out of the 21st century and specifically off the back of this cray social networking phenomenon.

I am the worst culprit there is, posting several a week. I am sure my friends are sick to death of my stupid face.

I can’t tell you why other people do it but I suppose I can try to explain why I do. Why I can’t go into the bathroom at work on a school day and not take a picture of the nice outfit I’ve chosen to wear.

For me, it’s not because I think I am the bomb. I do not think my latest #selfie should appear underneath the definition of sexy in the Oxford English Dictionary (I’d be at least 100th in line).

I am not the most confident in my looks as a rule. Sure, who is? But I have been horrified in the past by pictures of me caught unawares at weddings and parties. Horrified. So I think part of the #selfie thing is about control. I can delete, delete, delete at will and chose my best angles, my favourite environments, lighting, etc. Horribly vain, isn’t it?

It’s only just now that I have allowed people to capture me au natural in the wild and tag me on Facebook which is why there are pictures of me now that I haven’t taken. *gasp*

I want to record what I currently look like, how I looked before I found exercise, how my body has changed since I started fueling it with better things.

I feel a lot better these days (20lbs down and counting) but I think it’s confidence that has made me look better. For me confidence comes with weight loss, I wish it didn’t. I’m also coming to terms with the fact that even Angelina Jolie takes a bad picture every once in a while†.

As for the #ootd toilet mirror snaps? Sometimes a girl just wants to show off a cute dress. Where’s the harm in that?

So there it is: for me it’s about #control, #cutedresses and #recording #change. Maybe I’ll cut down. Maybe I’ll get worst, who knows?

Incidentally, the other day when encouraging my nine year old step son to get in shot for a family #selfie, he shouted “Nooooo! I don’t want to be a hashtag selfie on Facebook!” and ran away. Sign of these modern times?

Where do you stand on the #selfie? Are you a fan or do you abhor them? I would love to know!

†Yeah right!

Old Girl

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What does getting old mean to you? (via Writing Exercises).

I feel old often. I am 36.

Sometimes I refer to myself as “Almost 40” and I get told off for that and rightly so because that’s just wishing life away in a negative fashion. But I do, I feel exhausted sometimes from the effort of it all. Do all people feel that way sometimes?

When it’s hot like it is this Summer and oppressive outside, I start thinking I am too old for all this, can’t I just go to bed for a week? Maybe it is just the heat but maybe I am also going through a transition; no longer young and not yet old.

I’m surrounded by young people. In the pub, at work and although there is no bridge between us, no gaping void between my age and theirs, I look at them and I feel different. I’m not bitter or jealous, if I was told I could go back to 20, I would say no thank you very much.

I’ve done my time there on the precipice of adulthood. If anything, I embrace the fact that I know myself finally. I know my limitations, my likes and dislikes. Myself.

Getting old is not a bad thing, despite my grumbling (and for the most part I am joking). When I really think about it I am at peace with the idea. My thirties have been my greatest yet, the ‘This is me, suck it up’ period. Sure, I could always be more assertive, less diplomatic, more honest; but it is within this decade that I ‘grew a pair’.

I found freedom. I found, and finally understood, real love and I stopped letting people walk all over me.

I broke the Broken Bird cycle, in which I collected damaged souls one by one and wondered why, in the end, all I got for my troubles was heartache. The strength to change these things came from experience and from learning my lessons.

It came from getting older. So imagine how wise I will be in my forties, fifties – seventies. (I shall take that nap throughout my sixties).

Growing old to me means relaxing, no longer having to be judged on the things that in the end won’t matter. I will be so set in my ways by then that nobody will dare to change me. I’ll be sure of who I am, comfortable in my skin (hopefully) – gloriously, spectacularly eccentric with no fear.

And I’m going to wear a lot of high fashion pieces, like Iris Apfel.

 

I ♥ Sundays (and Other Things)

Welcome to my Sunday Appreciation Series, or SAS!

Though the title would suggest an ode to the Day of Rest (hence the addition of ‘and other things’), this is a series of stuff I am currently digging. I love these types of posts from other bloggers and was inspired by Audrey Kitching‘s 20 Things I Love Saturday series.

And while I do love Sundays and have a minor issue with people who don’t appreciate them for what they are (a day off FFS!), not all these things are appreciated on a Sunday.

You with me? Cool.

And so to a few of my  favouritest things…

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My Mad Fat Diary

This amazing comedy drama ended recently and I am already missing it. Based on the true life diary of writer, Rae Earl, it’s the most accurate coming of age tale I have ever seen. Overweight and troubled Rae gets to grips with making new friends, college, family life, self-esteem and first love to the back drop of the best 90’s soundtrack ever.

Since Rae and I grew up in basically the same era, I feel like this could have been my teen life being broadcast. And although my adolescence wasn’t quite as dramatic, I can certainly identify with Rae’s feelings of inadequacy and perpetual awkwardness.

Rae is played by the incredible Sharon Rooney who makes me feel things I thought I had left behind a long time ago (or rather I wish I had). MMFD has everything going for it, makes me laugh and cry in equal measure and features lovely Fit Finn. What more do you need, eh?

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This Hair (Above)

OMFG. Just look at it! Pretty pastel up dos from the Dolce & Gabbana Spring/Summer 2014 shows. I want them all for myself.

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Jameela Jamil

Not only is Jameela a total fox, she has also impressed me lately, first with her blog (especially this post) and then in this interview she gave to The Guardian about female empowerment and the reaction she got on Twitter for daring to criticise Miley Cyrus.

New hero.

Running

I am the worst runner right now. Terrible. Embarrassing.

Yet, I feel like a flipping GODDESS for doing it anyway. Sometimes I run for 45 seconds, sometimes 30, sometimes even less. My shins hurt. But so fucking what? It’s still my arse running and my flabby bits flapping in the wind.

I think I’m becoming addicted to the buzz I get after I’ve been out, whether it’s been a short run or a long walk. The times they are a change-ing…

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Game of Thrones Season Four

Winter is coming… and the rest! I cannot wait.

A weekend of recapping Season Three has proven that I’m terrible with names and remembering plot lines. But boy do I love this show more than any other show that has ever been before it. Even The Sopranos.

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So that’s if for my first SAS post.