IT’S NOT YOU IT’S ME

IT’S NOT YOU IT’S ME

Why I’m done with dating. I’ve never been one to date, I find the whole thing ridiculously awkward. From the handful of dates I’ve been on I’ve either had to take a shot of vodka to force myself out the door or simply make a quick exit halfway through. It’s always baffled me because I’m not a shy person, I can pretty much talk for England so why is it when asked on a date I freeze like a bunny in headlights waiting to be run over. The last date I went on I cancelled dinner reservations and told him…

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STATEMENT STRIPES

STATEMENT STRIPES

– A WORKWEAR LOOK – Statement dressing in the office is just as easy as choosing something boring to wear, so why not opt for the different approach. From my early school days I was never one to stick to a uniform, my skirt was turned into a cute pencil and my jumper somehow was a loose cardigan hanging off my shoulders. It got my teen self into trouble many times but it didn’t stop me from creating new looks to keep getting me into trouble. The bloom sleeves create a different silhouette than I’d worn before and when I…

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THE STATEMENT BLAZER

THE STATEMENT BLAZER

– MASCULINE LINES – I used to think I had to wear tight clothes and short skirts to be ‘sexy’, I was so wrong. Sometimes giving just a glimmer of skin can do wonders to the imagination, a lot more than serving it all on a platter. That’s why these days I often opt for oversized clothes with just a flash of shoulder, or a hint of cleavage, paired all together usually with my faithful skin tight jeans. A masculine silhouette is one of my favourite things to rock – male shirts being my favourite secret purchase! Tying the whole…

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LUXURY FOR LESS

LUXURY FOR LESS

– HOW TO ADAPT THE THIGH HIGH – The thigh high boot, usually known for it’s staring role on the night club dance floor. A nightclub outing is a rare occasion these days, out of fearing the week long hang over that follows a sip of alcohol. Once a trooper, these days one shot of vodka is enough to send me into a week long coma where Gossip Girl and SATC are the only languages I speak. So where do I get to wear my beloved thigh highs that make want to strut the catwalk like Julia Roberts in Pretty…

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