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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Bag – Furla

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Coat – Zara. Knit – Goodnight Macaroon. Jeans – James Jeans. Sneakers – New Balance. Bag – Furla. Sunglasses – Celine. Watch – Daniel Wellington.

I’ve gone and dug my own grave this past holiday, I think. I played in the same chair I sit to work in, for like, ten whole days straight. We’re in a fresh new year on self-declared clean slate and all I can smell is 2013 wafting from the leather of the wheely desk chair because as we all know the entire year was peanut butter cookies and pizza, in a nutshell. Especially the last few days during which I successfully transformed my workstation into a food-smeared playstation. I got up early on the first working day of the year, got dressed, hosed down the chair with a febreeze and sat down, ready to do an honest day’s work and found myself clicking on the Call of Duty icon without thinking, then proceeded to tour Mother Russia in a tank to defeat the Nazis. Hooray for stupid. Well, to start with, it took several attempts to get dressed because I kept putting shoes on before any pants, and had to Youtube how to tie shoelaces. It’s like when you sit on your hand for too long and it goes so numb it forgets how to be a hand. Except I haven’t set a foot outside the house for the past two weeks and have forgotten how to human. Anyway, back to the grind, shoelaces flailing and all.

Speaking of cookies, I baked a whole new batch last night for some reason. Screw the new year, I’m staying in 2013 until they’re gone.

One piece, Three looks: Uniqlo broadcloth check shirt

Look 1:  Floral jacket, Zara. Checked shirt, Uniqlo. Fluffy skirt, Topshop. Scrunched Navy Pencil Skirt, H&M. Python pumps, Alexandre Birman. Watch, GUESS Rose-gold. Clutch, Chanel
Look 2: Moto-jacket raincoat, H&M Trend. Checked shirt, Uniqlo. Shirt as skirt, vintage via Beyond Retro. Platform Booties, Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony. Bag, Topshop
Look 3: Candy Bag, Furla. Clear pumps, Chloe. Check skirt, Paul & Joe Sister

Yup, it’s that time of the month and I have here for you three dodgy ways to wear a picnic blanket (Uniqlo broadcloth check shirt). In fact it’s so perfectly gingham that if ever we play hide and seek in the park I promise you’ll never know where to find me while all that time I’ll have been right under your nose scrunched up next to the lemonade and sandwiches. What can I say, one of my many talents.

Pants – Uniqlo, Shoes – Topshop, Bag – Furla, Nail Polish – Chanel Peridot

I’ve actually been in Warsaw since Sunday, been passing it like a true headless chicken, you know – no pecking, mostly running around. For some reason, after that Hurts post I’ve been pushing away the lace and pleates, so my luggage so far has been untouched save for these boyfriend chinos from Uniqlo I peeled off the top of the pile and black Topshop heels. The rest of the contents are being pickled and I guess when I’m leaving on Saturday all I’ll have to do is throw my cosmetics bag in, zip it up and go.

Wool Coat – Mum’s, Dress – Vintage, Shoes – Salvatore Ferragamo (via ebay), Leather top – Vintage Topshop, Bag – Candybag courtesy of Furla; Thank you Flora for the photos!

When I was young I wished I could sprinkle gummy-bears in my cereal, in my mind it would taste like… well, gummy-bears with milk – I’d say ‘the rainbow’ but I was also born with the sarcasm bone lodged snug in my brain. That bone only warrants me to smirk, but with me that’s the equivalent of bursting out in a Disney song in the street. At the sight of Furla’s Candy bags from SS11 I smirked, and the inner child in me did the whole discography of Disney. I think I will actually pour milk in the bag and drink out of it. Isn’t that a perfect ‘bread soup bowl’ logic or what.

So welcome to the garden party! Well, not strictly garden, but I promise there will be a party. I’ve got SIX Candybags (colour of your choice) to give out, isn’t Furla amazing, and here’s all you need to do: Follow me….

 

…. to a dark alley and see what I need from your wallet.
No.

That’s all. And please, don’t be super clever and leave multiple comments under different names, the web wasn’t born yesterday, there’s a simple way of knowing :)

Two bags will be given away to London & UK participants. Winners will be announced at the London Furla collection launch event in mid-April, to which everyone is invited (the party! 20% off, ‘spiked’ lemonade and DJs).

Four bags for the rest of the world!

Deadline for participating is 10th April 2011, 23:59 GMT

Here’s the voluntary somersault bit. Obviously Furla has so generously given six bags to be handed out, so it would be nice, out of respect but not requirement, to show support by liking their Facebook page.

I’m shamelessly attaching my own Facebook page and Twitter too, for the hours and hours I will dedicate in managing this giveaway just for the love for my readers.

USBs in the shape of miniature candybags by Furla

We all know how I feel about giveaways – I know how a lot of you feel about giveaways. I don’t like holding the hoops up as much as you probably don’t like jumping through them. BUT I think you’ll like this, and I promise, no hoops. Maybe a few somersaults but only because you want to, and I’m rolling with you, grass stains and whatnot. Heck, how about a garden party with Candybag prizes, lemonade and pizza available!

Watch this space!

Do you like my hand as model? If you haven’t noticed, it’s nude, rawr.