Oh neglect.

Just a fleeting visit to blogspot world and then I'm off again.. if this blog were my child I would be done for neglect and it would grow up with a mountain of problems all steming from it's upbringing.. but I digress, not sure from what exactly, nor am I ever sure!

I am off for 10 days to Croatia for a much needed summer holiday, you London folk can sympathise with me when I say as great as it is that A/W collections are hitting the shops they seem to have tempted fate and brought with them A/W weather. Yuck.

So here's to what felt like a fleeting summer..
and here are some images from US based swim-wear company Zelda Sweetwater who's vintage inspired swimsuits are a dreaaaam..

I've got some lovely little one pieces i'm taking with me (actually, in total i think i have 4 different swimsuits- always be prepared right?) I doubt my hair and make-up will look quite as perfect as in the above images, you know with wind and salt water wreaking havoc.. but who cares when you're on holiday!

Au Revoir!

Tattoo club.

Tattoos, not to everyones taste and amongst some, still hold the reputation of being 'soo white trash'. Well with Chanels fake tattoo's last season and more and more 'classy' celebrities getting inked think Lily Cole, Jen An (not Lindsay Lohan et al). Hell, even Barbie had a butterfly on her stomach!

I myself, have just the one tattoo which I had done two years ago whilst my family were living in Beijing (risky getting it done it China, I know!) In the run up to my wanting one i had many people telling me I'd regret it in a couple of years when I'd 'matured a little'.. namely my parents (actually after my dad found out about mine he gave me a long lecture about how people will assume i'm a slut and bad news because of it- I didn't have the guts to tell him that it was actually his colleague and good friend maggie who put me in touch with her tattoo artist!)

The picture quality is pants i'm afraid but it's a delightful peacock feather with more detailing than my pain thresh hold could bear! It doesn't have any meaning to me per-say but it was pretty and uh.. i guess you could say (as my mother always does) that a peacock represents how bloody vain i am!

Anyways, I promised myself that after one that would be it. No more.... but oh, after spending another lethargic morning trawling t'internet and stumbling across the blog Tattoologist I became inspired by all the beautiful, creative body art I saw on there.

I am madly in love with the paper crane tattoo, it's simple, graphic style and bold outline and just subtle enough to sit on the back of my neck..

Or how about two lovely little hearts on my otherwise ugly pair of elbows?

This one actually reminds me of the adorable illustrations by the talented Caitlin

 

I got the design of my tattoo from a rubber stamp website, you may laugh but they have some of the most intricate and beautiful designs and I'm now considering this delicate birdcage 

Or... if i'm feeling REALLY bonkers...

I know, it's a toy plane... but i just love the illustration and the shading, is that reason enough to have a plane tattooed on to myself, permanently... forever?

Or perhaps a more sensible option (no, not the merry christmas or the candy kane sillys!) a lovely little teapot. 

Well, I'm going to mull it over for a while and probably chicken out like i have done for the last two years!

Da End.

Culottes.

Ooh times have been busy busy busy. But i'm back baby and ready to delve into the mysterious world of Culottes.. In actual fact the afore mentioned 'world' of culottes is really just a picture of myself wearing a pair that i fell in love with many moons ago but i don't wear them much because I'm not sure if a.) i can pull them off or b.) if they go with anything in my wardrobe.
Pretty simple outfit really, by no means a stretch of my imagination.

The photo's were taken in some long grass in our wonderful local park- it kind of looks like i'm chilling in a field of hay. Oh to be a farmers wife.

Look away if you hate the sight of happy couples- i know i do(!) Apologies for inflicting this on you; here is a photo of Jack and myself being soppy. Self timer is bloody G.

Ps. Saw I blame Coco play last night, at a glance I thought Coco Sumner was Alexa Chung. They have a similar look going on. Stoked.