Monday, 31 July 2017

Ragamuffin

Dress: Madewell, Tee: Muji, Cap: Topshop, Shoes: Birkenstock, Bandana: Vintage

Hello there! Seems I went on an unintentional blog break. I wasn't actually wallowing in depression about being friend-dumped, I was doing an instagram challenge. The 10x10 - ten items, ten days, ten outfits. And weirdly enough, that just killed every desire I had to blog stone dead. It made me kind of annoyed with myself, that in this short window of time that the UK summer lasts, I was focusing this much on just a few pieces, instead of just wearing summer dresses and frolicking around in them while I had the chance! 


Anyway, out of my 10x10 outfits, this was one of my favourites - I just love wearing this dress with a T-shirt tucked inside it, '90s style, but normally I'd use my brown tee. This grey one that I'd bought just days before the challenge turned out to be a pretty good buy. It literally goes with everything, is super soft, and doesn't absorb sweat. Read that last bit back and see if you can actually believe it. I barely can, and I'm the one wearing it!


Anyways, this street art I spotted reminded me so much of the character Ragamuffin from Lenore. He's a deadly vampire who's been turned into a plush toy. And still tries to bite people. It's pretty damn adorable, and Victor loves this character so much that for a while he actually tried to make that my pet name. LIKE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I steadfastly refused to answer to Ragamuffin, and just to make things clear, this was in our early days of cohabitation, while we were still testing out various pet names. Those are like paint swatches, you gotta find the right one. And Ragamuffin wasn't it. But anyway, I couldn't not copy his pose here, could I?

Friday, 14 July 2017

White shorts, white rabbit


Top: Lindex, Shorts: Madewell, Bangles: Thrifted, Necklace: Museum gift shop,
Sandals: Birkenstock, Bag: from a hipster coffee shop

 So you may have noticed my last blogpost didn't contain my usual verbal diarrhoea. Fact is, when I was putting it together, I'd just been friend-dumped - again. Seriously, these past couple of years I seem to do nothing but tick people off, for the - to me - weirdest things. This time, I was lucky in that Victor was home when my breakup package arrived - a huge cardboard box full of books I had previously given to this friend. (Ironically, the one book I would have liked to get back was not in there. Oh well, there's always Amazon.) So when I opened it, he was right there, and snatched out the breakup letter on top of the pile before I could get to it. 


"Do you want me to read this for you," he said. I mean, how awesome of a man is he? I said yes, because I knew right away this was nothing good -  the literal pile of books aside, we're talking about a person who'd normally write on nice stationery. Only this had been written on a page ripped out of a lined notebook. 
"Is it a breakup letter," I asked, while I shoved the books into plastic bags for donation. 
"Yeah," he replied, curling it up and heading for the kitchen, where the recycling bin sits. 
Without getting into gritty details, I had told this person that she'd hurt my feelings. Rather than say she was sorry, she decided to end the friendship - although the word "sorry" did appear in the letter once, apparently. She was "sorry things hadn't worked out". 



The two friends I've told about this (before, you know, telling the internet as of right now), think this is all completely nuts, and that none of it was my fault. But then, all three of us are Norwegian, born in the same year, and grew up in the same little town. Maybe it's natural for us to agree. Maybe it really is all my fault. Cue some nice angsty music like, I dunno... the angstiest song I can currently think of is Ground Control to Major Tom, but then my taste is pretty weird.  

Anyway. This was supposed to be a post about how I lusted over these shorts for most of last year, ordered them and then went to Hong Kong, where I randomly walked past a woman wearing these exact shorts. Not quite as crazy as that woman I saw walking an OCELOT on a leash, on a previous trip to Honkers. ("My ocelot could totally eat your dog. Wimp." etc.) What can I say? Regular programming will resume next week. 

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Summer Rain

Trench & pants: Banana Republic, Tee & backpack: Madewell, Shoes: Superga. Bandana: Vintage


Somehow this outfit, with its striped pants and trench coat, felt very French to me. But then, any outfit that features Old Baguetteface (yes, I named my T-shirt) feels a little bit French. Mais Non? 



These photos were taken during a bout of mild summer rain back in June, before all the flowers started to fry to death... 



Coincidentally, it rained today and I wore these trousers today. I'm starting to feel like maybe I need to hem them down, or whatever it is you do when you lengthen trousers. It feels like they're just a tad... short on me.  #amazonproblems, right?


Friday, 7 July 2017

Cool Door

Bag, skirt & top: Madewell, Necklace: Anthro, Scarf: Springfield,
Sandals: Birkenstock. All of them are old.  

When you've been blogging on and off for a while, you start to look for cool backdrops. Almost subconsciously. So when I spotted this door on one of our walks a few weeks ago, poor Victor had no choice but to photograph me in front of it. This door is attached to a church - a really old church near Euston underground station - that has an actual crypt you can visit. My inner goth is very eager to do that, but we haven't found the right time yet. 


I wore this to eat out at a fake French bistro place where I found a human hair in my food - but they still didn't take money off our bill! Not going back! And afterwards, we went to the Welcome Center to take in a free exhibition about electricity. Also, I feel this is another one of those "new style" outfits of mine - it feels less fussy, somehow, than how I used to dress. I felt super comfortable in it, and was very happy with how it turned out. Also, there's that colour palette again - blue, blush pink and black, with a green necklace thrown in, because why not.  And no, I'm still not pregnant - this is just a very billowy shirt. But it hides a food baby very well, hehe.