I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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Jacket Reiss Samplesale | Top H&M | Pants Zara | Shoes Nine West | Bag Gmarket

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Today’s photoshoot would be me swaying violently from side to side and headbanging my ponytail, whipping the walls and Ellen going all beserk with the camera screaming WOMAN STOP MOVING!! I think those two cans illustrate our emotions rather perfectly. Did you know, mid-headbanging, one can look like The Hulk?

I’ve come to a point of exhaustion where I got all confused with a spam email titled ‘Last night was fun, thanks’. I spent about half a minute too long thinking who the heck was I with last night? and I’m not even like that.

Meh anyway. Have yourself a merry little weekend, let your heart be liiight.

(edit: Yes, I realise the second photo looks like I need to pee, and the first looks like I’m yawning. What do you do first when you wake up? you peee, so it’s only logical)

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Denim Shirt Mum’s | Dress Zara | Shoes ALDO | Bag Gmarket

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I had my eyes on these MUJI acrylic organizers for a while now – my drawers were starting to look like they were doing their own DIY with all the necklace chains tangling and getting attached to jeans and bracelets snagging and shredding tshirts. I might as well throw in the half-done Rodarte knit dress, maybe it’ll reproduce while it’s in there. What, you didn’t know half-knit dresses were asexual?

Anyway this is me procrastinating. Unfortunately my Prioritizor machine broke down and the warranty expired a week ago so I can’t get that fixed, hot dang. So after blogging I plan to take a bath, then get into bed with the laptop to ‘work’ into the lights of dusk. Yes, I think that’s a good order for this evening.

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Winklepicker boots from Underground Cybershop

Can you see my clear obsession for straps and buckles? They make me grab hold of the nearest lamp and shake it violently just to create a disco effect because it’s worth one celebration at least. Thanks to Queen Michelle of Kingdom of Style for posting about this.

Not sure how I’ll cope with the pointed toe but oh who the crap cares, I’ll deal with it when it gets to me. I didn’t get all three btw, they’re not that cheap – Price ranges from £68.90 to £79.90.

Oh btw, one more day to go to win 100€ by signing up in Modepass! Details here.

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Pullover Uniqlo | Scarf Vintage | Jeans H&M | Shoes, Bag Gmarket

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The shoes finally arrived! Someone rang the doorbell in the middle of the night, or so it felt like at 9am, and if it weren’t for the lovely shoes I may have locked the dude in the gas & electricity meter cupboard. NO ONE messes with the sleeping beast. (For those just tuning in, I bought these two from Gmarket, a Korean webmarket – here’s the post with guidelines for how to get around that crazy place) (For those just tuning in, also, I do not like waking up at double digit AM hours. Just because I go to sleep at single digit AM hours)

I must say, one of my biggest pet peeves is when shoe makers other than C.Louboutin paint their soles red. Not only are red soles Christian Louboutin’s artistic signature, but today they’ve come to represent women of certain financial status, occupation or style. It doesn’t bother me greatly that high street retailers ‘replicate’ trend designs to make them more affordable, but it does bother me when they replicate a signature, a supposedly timeless factor for any designer.

So… for those who skipped the above paragraph for any reason including illiteracy, I sharpied my sole black because the pretentious red annoyed me greatly.

As for the quality of the shoes I wore today, meh – 3 out of 5 maybe – the heels are wobbly, like most Asian-made heels (remember that the next time you’re buying). I guess I got what I paid for, but the design is satisfying so I guess I will have to grant them entry into the shoedrawer without a visa.

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Jacket, Bag, White Dress Gmarket | Crop-Tee AA | Shoes H&M | Leather Harness All Saints

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Just because I was convinced that the colour was draining out of my life spending all day in a bat-ridden cave I decided to take Ellen’s invitation and crawled out today (AH SUNLIGHT, IT BURRRNS!!). I believe the best thing that brings the colours back to your life is dodging sales assistants in John Lewis while taking covert pictures of, you won’t believe it, fabric. I don’t get why it’s not allowed – what, am I going to use the photos to replicate the art of sorting zippers and ribbons? Or do I look like I don’t have enough of a life to plan a terrorist attack on a floor full of rich housewives? Actually the last bit is quite intriguing. BOOM go the annoying Chihuahuas.

I’m just JOKING for those with any allegiance to John Lewis, rich housewives and the art of ribbon sorting. I would also gladly take the photos down if you wish, just email no@not-really.com, and mind your manners please.

With all that said, I love John Lewis, rich housewives and sorting ribbons!