Saturday, 25 September 2010

Alberta Ferretti S/S 11.

I hold my hands up, I am a failure of a fashion blogger. 

Until now, I have completely ignored the new season. It just feels so wrong to be thinking about spring and summer and cloudless skies and bare legs, when it's six degrees outside and all I want to do is pile on my cashmere sweaters, pull on my (gorgeous) new, furry, platform boots, curl into a ball and not emerge for a good few weeks. And it's not even October. 

But I have to say, this show inspired me. Despite the temperature and the fact that I am actually wearing ski socks, I did not find it at all difficult to imagine dancing around in a grassy field and soaking up the sunshine. The floaty shapes, sheer, weightless fabrics and muted florals are so romantic. The stars of the show were, of course, the beautiful, floor-length skirts and dresses. Which are, essentially, princess dresses. The kind of fairytale garments that every little girl dreams of wearing, and every grown woman still wants to wear.

The best thing about this show was what a change it was for Ferretti, whose previous shows I have always found so prim and proper. This new imaginative, fantasy femininity has transformed my opinion, definitely for the better. I do love it when a designer surprises me, and I would also like to thank her for stopping me from going into hibernation.

Monday, 13 September 2010

But I was thinking of a plan to dye one's whiskers green.

I get bored very easily, if that hasn't already come across. And that coupled with the fact that when I want something I become utterly obsessed until I have it, I have become a woman possessed.

Yes, I'm talking about dip-dyed hair. And no, I won't blame you if you're about to make a noose because you're reading about the "ombre" hair trend AGAIN. But I have gotten desperate. And when I say desperate, I mean beside myself.

I have never felt the desire to try a brave hair trend before. I've always been a grow-it-a-bit-longer-cut-it-a-bit-shorter-just-maybe-try-a-side-fringe-if-I'm-feeling-daring kind of girl. I've only admired from afar. But now everything has changed. I google "dip-dye hair" more often than is healthy. I'm past the point of caring that I've already looked at every picture I can find on the whole, entire internet. I'm bored when I look in the mirror because who wants hair that's all the same colour??

And now I've written about it, I can't back out.

So I'm going to stop moping around like some ombre-thirsty weirdo and book an appointment. Tomorrow.

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Ragnhild Jevne, Dioni Tabbers and Margaryta Senchylo photographed by Azim Haidaryan for Velvet, October 2009

It's getting a little colder and I'm feeling distinctly autumnal and forest-y. 

But other than that, I'm also feeling guilty. 
Once again, I've been horribly neglectful and inconsistent with posts. But this isn't exactly unusual, is it? I am neglectful and inconsistent. Always. It's like being born ginger or getting a really bad tattoo. I'm just stuck with it.

When I was little, from about the age of six, I loved the idea of having a diary. I wanted to be that girl that writes every single day about all the exciting things that have happened to her. Of course nothing hugely exciting happened to me when I was six, and if anything remotely interested came up, I wanted to be off doing it rather than writing about it in a pretty notebook. And I had a million pretty notebooks. All with about two diary entries in them, before I got bored or gave up and wanted to start over again in another pretty notebook. 

And evidently, not much has changed. Now I have a pretty blog, instead of a pretty notebook. 

And I manage to sit still and write just about as often as I did when I was six.

Thursday, 2 September 2010

So I finally got LOOKBOOK. Enjoy :)