the white stuff.

The English can never be pleased. The quintessential weather is generally watery. Very watery. And it is just plain dreary. Rain is the death of hair, not only hair though. Make-up and any luxurious fabric also fall victim to this moist monster. The landscape is monotonous, after a while it all gets quite tedious. When participating in three years of retail work roughly 88% of my conversations with customers was a discussion about the weather. Us English folk love a climate chat. When all else fails, talk about the sky. On the odd day of sunshine and warmth? OH GOD! Is anyone happy? NO! Now it’s too hot. Never satisfied. I for one, quite enjoy the blighty weather. In my bizarre mind it keeps me on my toes. Yes, maybe a pain when one attempts to dress weather appropriate in the morn. At the beginning of the day there may be snow on the ground and flakes in the sky, but by 4:00pm there’s a good chance an Indian summer may have broken out. I love the eccentric nature in this country. During my childhood, snow was a rarity. Therefore, if the white stuff ever arrived, dear god was it exciting. And fun. We English may encounter any and every weather condition under the sun, but are we ever prepared? Snow equals chaos. Snow also equals good old English moaning. Why does ANYONE wish away the snow! For one, it is better than rain! It isn’t quite as mean to hair or make-up. There is no possible way to look slim in 30 layers of wool, therefore it doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t fret pet, everyone looks a little bit chubby in the snow. Above all, snow is pretty. The world is transformed into, quite simply, a winter wonderland. Darkness is no longer, well… dark! The evening glow is enhanced by the reflective power of the snow. Yes it is BLOODY cold, but the pro’s outweigh the con’s. I do wish people of the world would cheer up. In Southampton there is currently a thin coating of ice, none of that elusive powder here. And believe me, moaners of Kent, that when the magic melts away the world is a dimmer place.

Cornwall 2009

Alice in Winterland

I just couldn’t pass up any prospect of freezing to my grave in weather-inappropriate clothing. I LOVE this dress. OMG Topshop SS is looking goooooooood. Begrudgingly I chose the pink apposed to the flowery dress so I could wear it with my Doc Martens. The best shoes in the world. Accompanied by my D&G AW09 style lace bolero (also a Topshop purchase), bargain Primark spotty tights and black and gold heart socks. “That be gurt lush.”



"There is no use trying, said Alice; one can't believe impossible things. I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." Lewis Carroll