One thing i miss about The UK is THE HIGHSTREET!!! Seriously, the British highstreet is such a good place to go shopping, especially women. i found this article today in the guardian online outlining ten great party dresses for xmas.
Of course, if you're thinking in terms of fabrics and quality, then obviously they are going to pale in comparison to a high end brand. That said, the high street designers should be given merit as they are on the ball with design, print and cut. Why shouldn't the average person be denied what's going on in Vogue?
here's the article:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/gallery/2009/nov/22/fashion?picture=355890679
i especially loved the Primark dress. And it is only 15 quid!!!
Friday, 27 November 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
I don't know how to feel about the last few days and the events that have gone on. Both here and away, it's like a domino effect of negativity.
To be sat at home with my friends now, in my local pub away from the big cities, the vibrant, extravagant looks, the wannabes scratching and screaming to be seen as the most original, inventive and creative. Sitting amongst real people, with nothing to hide, who have real stories etched on their faces.
To laugh and be understood instantly. To come home and have my parents glance round when I walk through the door. The usual joke about what I had been doing or who with or what was I thinking when I chose to wear what I did. I suppose that is happiness to me. As much as I usually tell myself it isn't, I always seem to fall back on it when I don't feel the best.
To be sat at home with my friends now, in my local pub away from the big cities, the vibrant, extravagant looks, the wannabes scratching and screaming to be seen as the most original, inventive and creative. Sitting amongst real people, with nothing to hide, who have real stories etched on their faces.
To laugh and be understood instantly. To come home and have my parents glance round when I walk through the door. The usual joke about what I had been doing or who with or what was I thinking when I chose to wear what I did. I suppose that is happiness to me. As much as I usually tell myself it isn't, I always seem to fall back on it when I don't feel the best.
Friday, 20 November 2009
Daul <3
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