Just A Girl

My absolute teenage icon, and anthem.

P.O.L.O

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My current garment du jour. For me, it’s all about dressing like Alain de Botton, or a sixties beatnik or with a dash of retro futurism. It’s the ideal garment, effortlessly sleek, stylish and intellectually sexy. Horribly undervalued and demonised for it’s nineties and neck ruining reputation. A ribbed poloneck…what more can a girl need?

Good Weekend

Nom, nom, nom Root Beer...
I think I may have discovered the recipe for a perfect Saturday, trip into Manchester, shopping for books and wool. Finished off with a delicious bottle of my new top favourite drink: Root Beer! It's like drinking fizzy, vanilla-y  deep heat...Or liquid cough candy.

Vintage dress and Primark Cardie

I love this dress, its a wonderful seventies/nineties cross. There's something about the shape and colours that make me feel like I'm in a Pulp song. Just the dress for clinging to the end of summer!

Bonjour Tristesse

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It may be pretty much the rainiest summer ever, however I can pretend I'm enjoying a languid, hot summer, doing nothing but sunbathing and coming of age. In a haze of whisky and philosophy studies. I've just finished reading Bonjour Tristesse by François Sagan. Admittedly a film version featuring Jean Seberg was a bit of a clincher in my decision to read it. Whilst I have to admit I found the majority of the the characters highly dislikeable by the end, I can't complain about being transported to a pine needle filled south of France, full of romance and social manipulation.

This is what my yoga is like...
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Sculpture obsession...

Anthony Gormley, Another Place

Sugar Cube Castles...

Currently I'm enjoying a nice summer break, which has so far involved a trip to my lovely south coast home town. Ah, Eastbourne, so much to answer for. Like the reputation it has for grannies, which is harder to shake than a lingering smell of moth balls...Seems unfair really when there's such treats as the pier (nothing nommier than a little polystyrene cup of prawns and vinegar) and the awesome Towner gallery. Last year there was the unmissable Mapplethorpe exhibition and now there is the ace Compulsive, Obsessive, Repetitive which is running until the 18th September. Once you have seen it you will never ever be bored in the presence of till roll again. Personally I plan on building a whole pink sugar cube castle in my living room!

Jill Townsley, Till Roll, 2011

http://www.townereastbourne.org.uk/exhibition/compulsive-obsessive-repetitive/

Navy Stripes and Ice Cream Nails

 An embarrassingly entirely Primark outfit.

Nothing says I'm feeling French like Breton stripes and dark denim, and nothing says I really, really want some sunshine like yellow tights...

Ice cream drip nails.

I'm beginning to think that words cannot express how excited I am about spring being on its way. By my first lamb sighting I may explode with joy, in the mean time I shall just have to wait and console myself by guzzling Jarlsberg!