Don't listen to them. They're just jealous of your shoes.

Tuesday, 23 March 2010


I thought I liked English Lit. I thought I enjoyed it. At one moment in time, I thought I was good at it.
How foolish of me. This 1500 essay is certainly proving me wrong.
Ive been watching Quadrophenia over and over this week. Its a guilty pleasure because a) I love the mods b) I love the sixties and firmly believe I should of been born then c) There is at least one Fred Perry polo shirt in every shot- my fave staple wardrobe item and d) phill daniels. nuff said.
The only down side to this is that I am now craving another fred polo to add to my ever increasing selection...


Monday, 22 March 2010

pitter patter

Its raining outside, the sky has suddenly turned a moody grey and the faint bit of sunshine that was tickling the pavement this afternoon has since been bullied behind a cloud.

Weather report over I think I'll comment on the relevance of this, as I mentioned a while back Mumford and Sons' album was my sundtrack to all the snow we had a few months ago. Ive decided to revive it as my rain song, Im sat here with my knitting, The cave blasting out, watching the rain fall and I feel oddly chilled out. This is nice. Havent felt like this in a while.
I really shouldnt be this relaxed as i have a 1500 English Lit piece in for tomorrow which I have yet to start, and I have band practice at 8.

oh well. im too chilled to move.


Sunday, 21 March 2010

My names Victoria... and Im an addict.

As it is Lent, and therefore as a (good) catholic i have given up something I normally do a lot- in my case drink coffee, I am sufferring immensly. At the start I thought I was fine, didnt need coffee, "I can go withouth my daily cappucino", and afterall, who really needs that Grande Cafe Latte every time they walk past Costa, Starbucks or Cafe Nero?

Me. That's who. Me.

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS. Im in agony, its actually hurting me, Ive learnt alot about myself these past few weeks and that is, mainly, I am an addict. Coffee, although a milder substance is actually my addiction and to be quite honest- after evaluating my random spazms every time I pass the coffee houses on Bold Street I have come to the conclusion that I am a caffine junkie.

However, seeing as it is a Sunday, and apparantly you are allowed a little bit of what you gave up on a Sunday, I have consumed a glorious Cappuccino and one medium roast of good, rich coffffaaay. And i have to say, after my likkle fix, I am feeling much better- if a little guilty...

Anyways, concience cleared.

I was looking for a jumper before,after I'd finished music practice and seeking nothing that pleased me in my own wardrobe I ventured into the parental boudoir. Normally i just grab an old jumper from my dads workwear pile, but as i was looking, something caught my eye. I often have these little epiphanies when Ill suddenly see something rather ordinary and suddenly it will flash across my mind as part of an outfit. Not claiming to be on par with the likes of Karl Largerfeld like, that would just be pretentious, however what Im eluding to is that when I saw this little tatty tan-brown fleece weeping in my mother's wardrobe, I had a birrof a brainwave.

Wadda ya think? Its pyarrr warm and cosy, so even if you are repulsed I do not care. Im in love....


Friday, 19 March 2010

Hello Oxford. Goodbye Cambridge. (and my life)

After my recent Oxbridge conference (yes, thats right folks, I thought I'd try my hand at being an itellectual for once) I have decided that I no longer wish to attend Cambridge. The A A A* requirements made me feel a wee bit ill. Instead, I have decided to acknowledge Oxford as a possibility. CALM DOWN. I wont actually get in, but seeing how you can only apply for either or, I have come to the decision that Oxford's A A A requirements are less likely to produce a heartattack.
For most people, the chance to attend a prestigious Uni such as Oxford would be a good kick up the arse to be motivated and start doing some work. I on the other hand seem to be dwelling in a paradox, where the best way to achieve success is to waste my life on facebook, blogging, music or shopping. Sure-fire way to get into Oxford. Deffo. Ofcourse. Without a shadow of a... oh WHO AM I KIDDING?

Meh, whilst I wallow in self pity heres some photos for you to scran on...


Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Writing seems to be taking a lead over Blogging. Such is the life of a 17year old sixthformer.
I think the other reason this Blog is slowing to an unsatisfactory halt is due to the fact that i have NO money with which to purchase clothes which i can then blog about. Fair enough i should stop being lazy and Blog about current fashion etc. but i much prefer writing about my own little goodies or something which has effected me personally. Selfish i know, but its my blog so I'll do what I want ;)



Okay, il stop now, its not your fault im bankrupt.

p.s- cash bundles or free clothes would be very much appreciated.


Sunday, 7 March 2010

No no, im only window shopping...


As if i wasnt going to buy anything.

I did have more photos, but i had a disagreement with the camera and it deleted them.

I hate technology, from now on i shall post only oil paintings of my clothes...


Tuesday, 2 March 2010

One Day...

One day, I will have pretty hair, and a nice nose, and either two or no dimples rather than one random one on my cheek.

One day, i will own a gorgeous house in either New York, London, Liverpool, Austrailia, Paris, Spain...Or all of the before mentioned.

One day, i will have gigantic bean poles for legs, and eyes as big and blue as deepest darkest ocean.

One day, i will be graceful, charasmatic and full of wit,charm and elegance.

One day, i will have achieved everything i ever though of doing, no matter how small its significance or relevance.

And seeing how i seem to be living in a dream world, One day i will own this

The Alexa Mulberry. *sighs*

Yep, my newest bag crush is this little beauty. Although ive never really been into the "it" bag thing- The chloe paddington banaza amongst WAGS never really caught my attention. But this is different, this is mulberry, and a satchel, and brown, and ofcourse, its called alexa- my four favourite things...

Seen on the arms of many a trendy London night owl, this new "must have" bad- (yes im determined not to use the word "it") seems to be making quite a splash on the fashion scene.

However, as with most "it" (eugh, lack of vocab forced me) bags, the reason they are so popular is because they are sooooo unattainable. With the crem de la crem of fashion society having to put their names on a waiting list to simply sniff the luxurious leather. However, i have a theory. The reason the new Alexa bag is seemingly unavailable to even the important (yes, sorry guys, thats not us) people, is because a CERTAIN SOMEONE seems to have nabbed one in every colour...

Fair enough, it was inspired by and named after her but if you ask me, that's just greedy.