Pay Day Wish List (featuring ASOS)

I’m addicted to ASOS as you all know. Most of what I buy is from there as, personally, I think their plus-size range which incorporates lots of different labels is generally a good one.

Sure, it can be hit and miss and sometimes you can be hard pressed to find anything you really love, but doesn’t that go with all shopping?

Anyway, I’ve got my eye on lots of nice things at the moment, some of which could be considered solid basics which pleases me. I’m a sucker for a good black dress or t-shirt I can just throw on some mornings and feel good.

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Block heeled sandals, £14.50 ~  Retro print smock dress, £18 ~ Cut-out shopper bag, £22

I don’t know why I’m so attracted to those heels as I rarely wear them but they’re so cute! I may have already bought the dress… and the bag would add just a delightful pop of colour!

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Spot print t-shirt, £12 ~ Skater mac, £65 ~ Skirt, £18

The skirt really looks like the school skirt I so hated as a kid but I think it would look great with a block colour tee tucked in (maybe coral?). I love the polka dots and the mac is a bit of a lustful piece but I can image myself spinning gleefully around in it during a (light) April shower.

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Round neck body, £12.99 ~ Inflatable Swan pyjama set, £24 ~ Jersey dungarees, £27

Those pyjamas though! IMHO ASOS Curve do the best pyjamas ever, and I’ve already got two pairs. Will I make it a hat trick?

I really love the neckline on this body suit and have definitely already added the dungarees to my basket. I like the cuffed legs and the fact they’re made of soft jersey.

So these are the items on my radar for this pay day. I will allow myself a couple of pieces!

What are you digging this month?

Also, do you like to treat yourself come pay day – and what’s your favourite pay day treat? ❤

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.

Hand-Me-Downs: The Red Shoes

My red shoes looked nothing like these!
My red shoes looked nothing like these!

Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life. Via The Daily Post (10th September 2014)

I coveted those red shoes for what felt like years. To my childish heart, it felt like forever but in reality it was probably just a few weeks. Those shoes, though, those pillar box red, stiletto heeled mules; they epitomised glamour, making me think of women. Of the woman I so desperately wanted to be.

I must have been about ten or eleven and I was already daydreaming about who I would become.

My aunt owned those shoes and I insisted, every time we went round, that I get to try them on. One day I will buy my shoes just like these, I would think to myself as I trotted around like the perfect cliché of a little girl, except less cute.

I was a tom boy (I think) with short hair back then (not my choice) and my aunt Sine was glamorous to me, with long hair and lashes. Looking back I never saw her wear these shoes herself, and she always seemed to be doing something practical, with two sons it was just the way it was. Still, that’s how I saw it; I wanted to walk in those shoes and be just like her.

I could draw you a picture of them right now if you asked me to, their shape and how they felt is still etched on my heart. They were The Future and when my aunt finally handed them over, I thought my tiny heart might burst with happiness.

I wore my shoes the incredible day they finally became mine and then, as quickly and as childishly as I had fallen for them, I put them away in favour of The Millenium Falcon. I still think of them to this day though and of what they represented to me.