LetMeRollIt

You Gave Me Something, I Understand,
You Gave Me Loving In The Palm Of My Hand
I Can't Tell You How I Feel
My Heart Is Like A Wheel
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You

I Want To Tell You
And Now's The Time
I Want To Tell You That
You're Going To Be Mine

I Can't Tell You How I Feel
My Heart Is Like A Wheel.
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You
Let Me Roll It
Let Me Roll It To You

SandraDee

Carrie Bradshaw knows good sex. I know good socks.

 Ankle socks, not just for 5 year olds

Fearne Cotton is a fan, even if she is ever so slightly annoying in real life. At least she has good clothes. Swings and roundabouts...


I have these exact shoes. Corduroy platforms from Office. Comfiest heels ever. Not to be petty or anything...but I had them first #jussayin'

Despite some of my nearest and dearest being massive Radiohead fans I've never really had much time for them. I was definitely residing in the 'Radiohead = slit your wrists music' camp of thought until I was introduced to a few songs I'd never heard by my friend in work. I like nice songs with nice lyrics, to me its as important as the overall sound and why I don't have a particular genre of music that I really really love.
I can tell you some I really really hate though - heavy metal (its just shouting) and whatever dance remix crap scallies play on the back of the bus (think Scooter - logical song abarr a million times faster)

Where was I?..Radiohead...I like this line in particular;

Immerse your soul in love

How can such a line possibly be depressing?

AND for you lucky people who have read on this far here's another musical delight for you,

I first heard this guy when I was at Uni in Manchester, upstairs in a tiny little bar called Trof.
His voice was just as clear and amazing live as it sounds on this. I've been looking out for him ever since and discovered his you tube channel after reading an article about the debt album in this weeks Metro.

Like I said, the genre doesn't matter, as long as the music's good

x

ToSleepPerchanceToDream

I wish I had more time to blog...that said I wish I had more time to do a lot of things...sew, learn how to use my camera properly, learn Spanish (or 're-learn' should I say), read all the books I keep saying I'm going to...the list, quite possibly, is endless.

In the last few weeks I have mostly found myself moving between three states of being; In Work, Drunk and Asleep.
Its a common phenomenon that usually occurs around this time of year, and has been well known to me and whoever I happen to be working behind a bar with at the time for the past 5 years. However, as I am soon to be moving to London to become a Real Person this may be the last summer I have the freedom to stay out drinking after work till 4am with no worries about the impending daylight or less importantly the 12 hour shift that looms on the horizon...safe in the knowledge that there will be unlimited coffee and some sort of free hangover snacks.

But heyy! who wants that when you can work in an office 9-5 and photocopy things till your hearts content?

I have also managed to fit in some (hilarious) salsa dancing, sweaty yogaing and (very limited) job appyling. But mainly the first three.

God its exhausting having a social life...

As the BIG MOVE draws ever nearer I have decided that this here blog will serve also as an account of its progress.
So, update #1 - new bedding and cushions have been purchased (red and cream in case you were wondering) but so far no accommodation sorted...got my priorities in order, obvs.

Thrilling so far isn't it? Stay tuned.

BBC weather tells me that 'summer days' are on the way, if they finally do appear I'm going to buy a hat like this, wear prim summer dresses and dance with Fred Astaire.

 Considering the likelihood of the latter (as Fred Astaire is dead, for those of you who didn't know) shows my confidence in the Great British Summer.

But now that my hair has grown past porn star proportions*, fake moustaches I can do

Annnnnnnd here's one more just because I love her

x

*i.e past the nipples

MyPrecious

I've had a bit of a Gollum-like obsession with rings for a while now, which means I don't leave the house without at least two fingers being adorned with rings in various shapes, sizes, colours, animals etccc

(see my previous post here for my latest purchase)

So when I was visiting friends recently who were sporting some laarvely ornithological inspired rings, I had to sacar some fotos* and share them on here.

 Over sized owl ring bought from Brick Lane market - I cannot bloody WAIT to move to London

















3 (previously 4) little ducks went swimming one day, over the hills and far away...giving the 'knuckle duster' style ring a cutesy pie edge..

x

* I speak Spanglish

Hit&Miss

What's wrong with you H&M? do you not want my custom? my hard earned cash that should be saved for a rainy day but instead I choose to squander dangerously in your haven of neon brights and playsuits?

So I saw a bright pink floor length skirt complete with an Angelina Joile esque thigh slit in a well known magazine's fashion shoot and thought 'I.must.have.it'. You may be forgiven for thinking it sounds like something from My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, but it wasn't. Honestly. And best of all it was from only from H&M. huzzah! there is a God.

Woah, woah, woah woah Lois, this is not my batman cup.
Off I toddled to said high street store to purchase said item. At least that was the plan. They didn't have my size so I asked if they had it in the other H&M round the corner,

'No they don't have this collection in that store.'

Hmm. Could I order one instore maybe?

'No we don't do that'

Hmm. Perhaps it would be available online?

'We only sell a limited selection online, and its mainly just bikinis and summer dresses now.'

Hmmmmmm.
I hate to bad mouth you dearest H&M, especially after you served me so well when living in Spain by being the only decent clothes shop IN THE WHOLE COUNTRY but, seriously, sort it out.
Why can't we order in store? Why not have all the clothes in all the shops? Why not put stuff on the internet?!
Its like they were making it difficult for me on purpose. I do not care for this whilst shopping.

I had the perfect outfit planned and everything...bastards.

Howev's they have redeemed themselves somewhat by providing me with this faux leather skirt. I wore it at the weekend for a friends birthday with a simple grey tshirt and spiky silver necklace; so 'rock chick'. Not at all like Dorien from Birds of a Feather...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I'm a sucker for a good slogan tee and this one was too good to miss.

There's something quite satisfying about wearing your heart on your sleeve (or chest if we're going to be anatomically correct, but lets not split hairs) to quote a good friend 'It's even better because you didn't actually say anything.' 

And that, my friends, is the beauty of the slogan t shirt...

Let us live wisely, let us live well. And let us each chocolate. Much much chocolate. 

x