Oh my freaking god! I’m head over heels, stupidly crazy in love with the Julien MacDonald Autumn/Winter 2014 collection. His designs are absolutely incredible!! With an unhealthy obsession with dresses and all things sparkly anyway, seeing this has sent my addiction spiralling into another dimension.
I’ve never really been a massive fan of MacDonald, not because of his designs but for his sense of character. There’s just something about him that I don’t think is particularly warming or inviting. Seeing him on Britain and Ireland’s Next Top Model just totally threw me off, however, I’ve got to give the man credit, he knows how to fit the female form beautifully. Oh to own one of these out of this world dresses one day…
I can’t believe it. The day has finally come where I’m no longer an intern, well actually that day was yesterday but I had so much adrenaline pumping through me I just didn’t know what to do with it all. The excitement and shock of actually having a job with a proper grown up title, had me pivoting around the house Swan Lake style! As of next Tuesday, I’ll officially be a part-time Digital Marketing Executive for </fasttrack>, a creative agency based not too far from home. Oh, and that’s another thing, I’m moving back to Hertfordshire again! I really have become the real life suitcase kid (minus the ‘kid’ part…).
I’ve never been so excited in my life to start working with such a bubbly and creative team! And having the other two days off gives me the perfect opportunity to freelance! Exciting things in the pipeline, what a great start to 2014!
Clichéd as it may sound, this would never have happened if it wasn’t for a very helpful friend of mine, Sam! If it wasn’t for her, I’d have never known about the position. So, a ridiculously gargantuan thank you to Sam for putting the feelers out for me and prompting me to get my CV in pronto!
My ass is now fully in work mode, hoorah! Now to find the perfect work wardrobe…
Happy 2014 to you all!!
7 days in and I’m feeling excited. I don’t know what it is but there’s just something about a brand new year that brings optimism and a sense of motivation and determination. You get to put everything from the last year behind you and start completely afresh. It seems pretty strange that another year can have that effect on people, it is just another day after all. I guess if it was just another day in 2013, everything prior to that day still lingers on your mind and doesn’t seem as easy to erase, yet the new year brings a sense of hope and everything before this is rapidly washed away.
Usually I’m hating on January, the cursed month of the blues, the cripplingly low bank accounts and the dreaded Blue Monday, however this January feels different. I’ve no idea what has come over me but I feel like I can bounce along all over the place, nothing putting me down or getting in my way. Step aside people, a new Alix is coming through. Holla.
I’m not one for resolutions, I’m absolutely atrocious at making realistic ones and even worse at sticking to them. I’m just going to bop along with the belief that everyday is good and has something incredible in store for me.
I’m my own worst enemy, letting my fears get the best of me and psyching myself out of every possible situation. 2014 is the year I get out of my own way. Fears are there to push you back and make you afraid of the things you want the most, it’s a lack of self-esteem and self-worth that make you cave in to these fears and let them consume you. In reality, fear is just a false representation, it’s not even real so why should I let it bother me. It’s just one of the mantras I’m going to keep telling myself each day.
So technically we’re already into the first 7 pages of that book but you catch my drift. Each day should be about making yourself happy, going after what you want, seeking out what makes you well, you. A wise friend of mine told me this year she was setting herself exciting tasks/events she can look forward to each month and spoil herself with. She does after-all deserve it more than anyone else I know. Taking the time to appreciate yourself should be a big deal and a priority but often we’re too consumed in others to realise this for ourselves. Make sure this year is about YOU. You don’t want to be looking back on 2014 having regrets now do you?
Forgive me for sounding clichéd but make 2014 an unforgettable one: Dream Big. Love Big. Live Big.
Happy New Year’s Eve!
Tonight is the night to wear a knock-out outfit, something that stands out from the crowd and is a little different. You want to push boundaries but not be too OTT. I for one am notorious for buying black dresses for all occasions, I just can’t help it, black will always be the most flattering colour and chicest of all in my opinion. However this New Years I wanted to try something majorly out of my comfort zone: a jumpsuit!
I used to think jumpsuits were seriously old school but this year I’ve had a change of heart. They’ve come flying back into fashion in an array of different styles and fabrics, some more flattering than others mind you. It was when I came across The Dolls House Fashion designs that I fell completely head over heels in love and just knew a jumpsuit would be the way to go.
I cannot get enough of the lace and the beautiful embellishment used in the designs. They’re real show stoppers! As much as I’d kill to own one myself, I hunted for a similar design on a budget. That is where I came across this little beauty from MissGuided for £44.99!
Don’t get me wrong I had some serious fears over purchasing one. The last thing I want is a giant camel toe and a major butt munch, just a few of the terrible fashion faux pas that could come along with a jumpsuit. And the handful of celebrities and those alike that have already unfortunately stumbled across some of these. I however did not want to make this mistake.
I will admit it’s definitely a strange feeling wearing one, I feel very sucked in and body sculpted which technically could be good…but in hindsight after a few glasses of bubbly I could get the dreaded bloat and be a walking faux pas myself. One can only hope not.
Here’s to severely sucking in all night and praying that my unfortunate bubble butt doesn’t split a seam!
Christmas is officially over. I can’t believe how quickly it has flown past but it was definitely one to remember. I absolutely adored having everyone I love around me and being able to introduce my mum to the usual Christmas Eve traditions of making Bailey’s truffles and home-made mince pies…They went down a real treat! In the words of Ross Geller ”I’m still carrying a little holiday weight”, and no doubt will be for the next month or so. Let’s call it winter chub #festiveflab
Thanks to films like The Holiday and Love Actually it has become that one time of the year you expect miracles, great gestures of romance and all that jazz, yet that never quite pans out. Expectations are always high and you grip onto that little bit of hope that it might just be your year to experience that miracle, the one thing that seems impossible yet because it’s Christmas it may just come true. This still hasn’t quite worked out for me. Not that I have anyone in mind at all but it does give you that sickeningly fluffy feeling in your tummy that maybe one day it could happen. I’m still waiting for that someone to stand on my doorstep holding those irresistibly cute signs declaring “Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect.” God, what a line.
As much as I am a real sucker for films like that, I think if I was ever presented with a gesture like that I wouldn’t quite know what to do with it. You want one thing, you get it and you don’t quite know if you want it. Hmm, no wonder men are completely lost when it comes to women. It’s bad enough trying to figure our own minds out let alone men being able to understand a small proportion of it. Anyway, I’m much more of a Bridget Jones girl anyway- rolling about the spinster for life, writing down the million and one ridiculous thoughts she has on a daily basis in her diary, or as the case may seem this blog.
And true to my jibber jabbering ways, it appears I’ve gone off on a tangent. No shock there. What I’m trying to say is that although these films may sometimes contain scenes that seem a little too good to be true, they always highlight what Christmas is meant to be about: Love. Be that love of friends or family, going out on a limb for a total stranger or taking time aside to appreciate the people and things you might have let slip your mind, Christmas is that time to make it all right and to embrace one another with big open festive sweater arms!
Hope you all had a good one!
(image taken from freeonlinefitting.com)
Having mentioned in my previous post my quest to find the right size bra, and not quite believing the size it was coming up as, I decided to take it upon myself to do my own experiment today. I went into Oxford and traipsed around the bustling cobbled streets in search of stores that do bra fittings. I narrowed it down to Ann Summers, M&S, Debenhams and Bravissimo. My aims were to discover how they go about measuring (by tape, trial and error, or just from plain sight), all of which I came across. But to also see whether there is any solid foundation to how the fittings should be done. These were my findings:
Ann Summers- No measuring tape was used, apparently it’s something they don’t believe in there. Therefore, it was all about trial and error. I truly felt sorry for the girl helping me, bless her, she must’ve tried at least 10 different sizes/styles to fathom my size. It was only her second time fitting too so I could tell she was just as anxious as I was feeling. She really put her foot in it by stating that the bra I’d been wearing ‘reeeeeally doesn’t give you support or do anything for you does it?’…ahem I was already aware of this, can’t help that my Primarni special circa 2010 was no longer working for me. I’ll give her credit though, she kept it all very light-hearted and entertaining, making the process more fun and less tedious. She tried everything from a 32D, DD, E, to a 34C, D, DD, E. It was time consuming to say the least and after inviting her colleague in for help they came to the conclusion the 32E worked best. Eek. For keeping the humour, telling me what I should be looking for in a good fit, experimenting with different options and finding something I found most comfortable, I give them a *8/10*.
Bravissimo- Again, no tape was used. The woman instantly looked at me, said I was a 30 in the back so gave me 30E’s and 30F’s to try on (don’t even get me started on how ridiculous those sizes sound). She was training a girl too so it was all pretty intimidating having them both glare at me, though they were just doing their job and were very insightful. They determined I was a size 30F, though she wanted me in a 28FF. Holy hell. For an inviting and relaxing environment, quick determining and finding a bra that fitted ideally for me, I give them a *9/10* and would definitely recommend their bra fitting services.
M&S- Good old M&S, always a trustworthy source for lingerie, however I was most disappointed with this fitting experience. Having arrived for my appointment, I was met by a rather elderly woman which made me feel slightly uneasy as I instantly thought her tastes and styles would be different to mine. Nonetheless, I thought I’d better not judge and just roll with it. After explaining to her my frustration of being told several different sizes from all the places I’d been and had not been given just one solid size to go with, I was expecting some kind of reassurance, however I received a lecture instead. I was told in quite a patronising tone that that would indeed be the case, all stores have different manufacturers therefore you’d have to be measured in each place you go. This seems pretty irritating to me, though I guess bras are like jeans, they come up in different sizes and it’s all about finding the right fit.
The lady proceeded to measure my band size, and after being handed some questionable bra options, she gave me a 32DD which she firmly stood by as my size. However I felt this was quite restricting and just pushed everything in too tightly, making the cup size look too small on my frame, she thought it was just the style that was wrong (even though this is the style I’d been told in several places is right for me, confusion and frustration setting in…). She came back with a new style, apparently she must’ve thought I was a 14 year old girl because she handed me a midnight blue cotton bra covered in large white stars. It was hideous and SO shapeless, yet she believed it was perfect, before taking all other bras and leaving me be glaring at the prepubescent girl staring back at me in the mirror. I continued by myself to try different sizes as I wasn’t overly confident the woman knew what worked for me. Overall, a highly disappointing fitting with lack of conversation and clearly no interest in getting to know my preferred styles and tastes either. Complete dragon-lady. *2/10*
Debenhams- The measuring tape was used yet again. Having explained to the fitter that I was coming up different sizes everywhere, she took one look at me and believed I was a DD cup and definitely not an E. However she measured me up, calculating all sorts in her head before determining I was a 32 back size for definite and that I was to try a DD and E cup. She came back with both options (again not the most sexiest or aesthetically pleasing styles), though I gave them a go. After a second opinion from her colleague they both agreed I was a 32DD. I hit the shop floor and brought in several options for myself, all of which were epic fails. They all seemed too tight, too restrictive and damn right uncomfortable. I’d reached my tolerance for the day by this point so have just had to deal with the fact that I’m ranging anywhere between a 30F-32E. Because that’s not confusing…
Though the lady seemed to know what she was doing and made me feel very comfortable, I’ll give her a *7/10* however still feel that size was not the best for me.
Though the initial quest was to establish a solid foundation of what my size is, I think I just have to face that it’ll be different everywhere I go. Personally, I think the measuring tape method is a load of ball, though it might figure out the back size, it certainly doesn’t help with establishing the cup size. Yes the trial and error method may be rather time consuming, there is no denying it definitely whittles down the options and allows you to see the difference for yourself. Besides it gives the fitter the chance to get to know you and work with you so you’re satisfied with the final result.
The key things I learnt today to bear in mind when searching for the perfect fit; The bra has to sit horizontally across the back and front, the cup has to sit behind your breast bone when turned to the side, the back has to be tight enough that you can only slide your finger underneath and the straps have to be as tight as you can bear them without hurting so you can hoik those bad boys up. Finally, apart from the obvious feeling of discomfort and spillages, the bra should be worn on the first hook as the more wear it gets, the more it’ll stretch.
I apologise for the long-winded, detailed and very personal post but I felt that if anyone gets as frustrated as I do with finding the right bra than maybe this can help a little. Yes, it can be a little embarrassing and cringe-worthy at times but at least you can walk away with some kind of idea of your size. Besides it can provide you with a few laughs along the way…
(Image from biggerbras.com)
Apologies for my lack of posts recently, I’ve completely lost touch with the outside world since temping and have become even more sloth-like than usual. I’ve become so tired that I relish the chance to launch myself into bed as soon as I get home from work, cocooned within my duvet, dead to the world. Not a stranger to temp work, having done so on and off for the last 5 or 6 years, I’ve always been up for anything thrown my way. My most recent role is a receptionist, a pretty simple and self-explanatory job, yet one I manage to make a right caffuffle of (or at least I did at the beginning). So far I’ve managed to accidentally hang up on people when trying to transfer calls, apparently I even transferred someone to a hospital, how I did this I’ll never know. I’m yet to find out if this was someone winding me up as I have become quite the cullable candidate. I’ve got peoples names wrong, forgotten names on the spot (hello 3 second memory span), got my chair stuck in the flooring grout, printed upside down and spent ages laminating to then only go and cut too much off. Oh, and I can’t for the life of me work the scanner. I guess this is all part of starting out somewhere new, making little mistakes until you get the hang of things. Thankfully, I’ve now got everything down to a tee…I think.
I finally managed to get some Christmas shopping done last week having taken a trip to Westfield in Stratford for a girly day out with my mum. The two of us together was always going to be lethal. I couldn’t wait to get there, not only had I never been but I was fully aware that my favourite store of all time was there; Victoria’s Secret. Having spent crazy amounts of money in there over Summer in the USA, I was dying to drag my mum inside. We spent nearly 2hrs in there and boy was I in for a shock (see below). As part of the growing up ritual, you’re expected to have your bra size measured professionally, I however had been avoiding this for at least 7 years. The first time I was measured I was about 12 and severely flat chested, which would probably explain the fact I used to stuff my bra with socks, a tradition my best friend followed alongside me. We felt grown up and thought we looked ‘cool’ too. All was going splendidly well until the day my sock flew out in the middle of the road in front of my then boyfriend. Words cannot describe the mortification and humiliation I felt as I looked longingly at my non existent left breast. Thankfully my friends fantastic distraction skills enabled me to scamper and retrieve the sock before my cover was blown..
Anyway, I finally plucked up the courage after all these years to have my size measured in VS. I cannot thank the assistants enough for all their help, I would highly recommend their services. They were incredibly friendly, very attentive and made me feel completely at ease. I honestly felt like I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman having different styles, designs and colours thrown my way. Having found the correct size and shape for my body, I was then handed a cute little card with both my size and the most flattering styles ticked. That is where the fun began! I was let loose on the shop floor and used my card to ask fellow VS assistants to direct me to the best bras for my shape.
After all the years of putting this off, it turns out I’ve been wearing a back size too large and 2-3 cup sizes too small this whole time!!! I’m still in shock, but apparently up to 70% of women are wearing the wrong sizes, so go and get measured ladies!
Here’s to walking around with my head held high feeling like a new woman and trying to get used to what look like helium filled knockers!
You know it’s nearly Christmas when the Kardashian clan release their annual family Christmas card for the world to see. This year is no exception and is definitely their most captivating and controversial yet. The chaotic lifestyle of the family is fantastically reflected in the high-fashion images, shot by David LaChapelle. An absolute god-sent in the photography world, he really knows how to work with colour and often conveys social messages throughout his work.
I studied his work in university and absolutely fell in love with his photographs. Every image he has ever created depicts some kind of story or message, one I’m addicted to figuring out for myself. And it appears these images are no different.
(images taken from e!online and Daily Mail)
They scream glitz and glamour, money and fame; all mirrored in the fantastic use of on set props and styling. Enormous flashing dollar bills and gossip magazines scatter the ground with the likes of Kendall and Kylie walking all over them. Perhaps this signifies their view on today’s media, that no matter what is publicised they will never be knocked and will always remain on top. Everything about the photographs emulates the lifestyles of the rich and the famous, how everything evolves around their looks, their gossip and their money.
I think it’s quite interesting that the images are dominated by the females of the family, clearly showing who wears the pants in their household. I do wonder why the other men in their lives haven’t been included this year, very strange and unlike them not to put them to good use. Although Bruce has been included, you’re not automatically drawn towards him, in fact he plays a rather insignificant role by the looks of things. He’s cast so far to the side and encased within a perspex tube, he’s pretty much irrelevant. It almost looks as though he is trapped, trying to escape. Could it also represent his view on staying out of the limelight?
You could literally spend hours trying to figure out the symbolic messages within the series, but I won’t bore you by doing that. I’ll let you come to your own decisions on what you think the family are trying to portray. Enjoy de-constructing!
PS. What do you think of it as a Christmas card? It’s definitely different, that’s for sure…
Pinch, punch, first day of the month! December is finally here, which can only mean one thing…Christmas jumpers are now totally acceptable to wear, right?
I’ve always been intrigued by the festive jumper; a tacky trend for some, yet a tradition for others, it undoubtedly spreads the Christmas-y spirit, one I blimmin’ love. I see them popping up year after year just in time for Christmas, yet I’ve never actually indulged in buying myself one. This year is different! I’ve seen far too many cute designs that I can no longer resist the urge to purchase. Cue the search for the perfect Christmas jumper…
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Which festive jumper do you usually wear?