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In the spirit of a WIWT post, here’s what I wore on Friday to the local Rockabilly band-night. The band were hot, from Down South, playing super cool rock’n'roll classics – I think they were called Paul Ansel’s Number 9 or something.

Adam took the photos, so we had to put a high ISO on… thus the pixelation. He’s still in training.
Dress: £13 primark
Tights: £2.50 for 3 pairs, also primark
Shoes: £4 primark (seeing the trend here?)
I also had a small brown shoulder bag from primark, which was £3. I’m not expecting these things to last very long, but for an entire outfit for the sum of £22.50 I’m not that bothered.
And finally, Teapot necklace: £6.99 FinestImaginary.com

A severe guilty pleasure of mine is the purchasing of fashion magazines, alongside a subscription to Elle, I sometimes pick up Vogue or Harpers just for more eye-candy kicks. Unfortunately my house isn’t quite big enough to store a full back catalogue of all my magazine purchases, and let’s face it, do any of us really sit down and re-read them?

Instead, I’ve started ripping and snipping my favourite bits from the magazines and sticking them in my big scrap-book-type-thing. It’s therapeutic, here’re some of the pages in progress, who knows if a page will ever actually be finished, I tend to just go back and see which things fit. The pages are nice to flick through for some instant inspiration.

How’s it going? Here are a few tasties from the week past.

• I wish all dirt-tagging was like this. Via ohjoy
• Very sad to hear the news about Alexander McQueen yesterday, he was a true British talent.

• Amazing laser light show at Brighton Pier, sponsored by Tiger Beer for the Chinese NY (it’s going to be the year of the tiger!). Via CRblog
• Failblog, I love you.

• How to make raised beds, via pioneer woman. We’ll be putting a couple of these in the garden in the next month. Woop!
• I went to an interesting conference in Leeds last night, Speak the web. Interesting for the Northern UK digitari!
• Not sure if you’ve been following the latest giant-company-steals-from-indie-designer scandal that hit this week, but one of my favourite etsians, hidden eloise, has had her work seriously ripped off by paperchase. Read about it on her blog.
• Glittery unicorns and shit, cornify.
• I’m now reading the first Wheel of Time book, Eye of the World, which is going to be the start of an epic almost million book journey. Ffs.

Dear Ugg Boots,

I thought it was time we cleared a few things up, I mean, the air between us hasn’t been good for a while now… and I feel like I owe you an explanation. Where should I begin? …

I remember when I first saw you, wow, that was a long time ago. You weren’t as popular back then, or as colourful! heh… You were cute in that short and dumpy way, I’ll give you that — I guess in your own little way you still are. I remember those stories you told me about how you used to hang out with the surfers and swimmers, I’m sure you fitted right in there!  I don’t know whether it was your homesickness from leaving Australia and your attempt to fit in, or some wish to be thought of as ‘cool’, but ever since you started hanging around with that Paris girl, well,  you changed — you never used to wear pink for a start. Then I started seeing you with all her friends too, that crowd of people… why did you do that? I guess I can’t lay all the blame with you for that, they knew you were different… paraded you as some kind of new toy. Even when they dropped you that time for Mukluks? when they came running back to you I watched on as you greeted them with open arms.

Yes, looking back that’s when things started to change. I think it got worse when I saw you hanging out in those cheap high-street shops, you’d really let your standards drop… you’d turned so synthetic, half the time you went by some weird pseudonym or something, too. What happened? I think you might have started to spread yourself too thin, wanting to be ‘in’ with as many people as you could.

And now? Now I don’t even know who you are anymore, one day you’ll be wearing wool, the next you’re covered in laces…and some of the colours… oof. I see you more than ever now, sometimes I think you look like you’re doing ok, other times I really wonder what went wrong. Like the other day, you were hanging out with this girl who was wearing baggy sweat pants and a baggy pink hooded sweater, and she wasn’t even at the gym. Wow. I thought you had a bit more class than that. When I saw you in Australia last year you looked so well! Like your old self again! You’d got your colour back and looked homely again.

Anyway, I’m babbling, I just wanted to let you know my reasons. I hope you can understand. Don’t get me wrong, I still think you’re so lovely, warm and cosy… I just can’t be seen with you anymore. I hope we can still hang out around the house, though.

Yours,

Kim

PS. I don’t know if you’ve been in touch with Crocs lately, but I’ll be writing to him at some point. We also have a few things to clear up.

I loved Betsey’s show last time, held in her studio and peppered with leopard print and heavy makeup. This time we were bombarded with ruffles, dark lipstick, chintzy prints and flashes of neon. Betsey’s shows always look so fun, appearing messy and disorganised with models that actually crack a grin, they’re a total breath of fresh catwalk air! My picks…

The lady herself!