Surely, the formula to success is not one of working hard, or involving great brainpower, but of simple fashematics. And what does patent, androgynous shoes + a 1980's vest + a utterly vivacious EDT combining notes of raspberry, rose and vanilla equal? Why, a frickin' queen of the 21st century, of course. The auctions end just five and a bit days from today, so make like Speedy Gonzales and bid on these pieces of awesome over here.
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Queen of the 21st Century
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1980s,
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edt,
fashematics,
golden silvers,
kelly brook,
patent,
perfume,
shoes
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Today's Lesson
Today marked the climb of the Eastbourne charity shop count from 19 to 20. Did I mention I'm in heaven? Definitely in some kind of heaven. Whilst I found very little on the clothing front (only a white blouse. Albeit an awesome double-breasted white blouse), I bought more shoes than I have in the past year. TWO pairs. I know, right? Don't laugh. It's far more difficult than one might think when you're a size 41 veggie lady who's heart won't let her buy new leather goods and refuses to get a proper job. Life is hard. Today's lesson, straight from charity's mouth to my attentive ears, is that vintage men's shoes hold the future. So expect much of them as I tot around in androgonous patent things and second-hand leather. Along with the shoes of today, I'm also very much in love with the backpack. And the owls. And everything.
From left to right: Patent shoes, £1. Handbag, £1.50. Owl vase, £1. Pearl necklace, 50 pence. Back pack, £3. Little owl (he packs a punch, such a heavyweight little guy), 50 pence. Blue sectioned shoes, £1.
All together, I came away with change from a tenner. Rather, Bobby came away with change from a tenner. The English are yet to give me a bank account (apparently, what with the recession and all, having me stimulate the economy by spending my foreign money in the country is a BAD thing). Oh well, who cares? Where are your two pairs of shoes HSBC? On my size 41 feet, that's where.

All together, I came away with change from a tenner. Rather, Bobby came away with change from a tenner. The English are yet to give me a bank account (apparently, what with the recession and all, having me stimulate the economy by spending my foreign money in the country is a BAD thing). Oh well, who cares? Where are your two pairs of shoes HSBC? On my size 41 feet, that's where.
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Bobby six,
eastbourne,
england,
nick cave and the bad seeds,
shoes,
vintage
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