Sky Hooks and Tartan Paint

I'm writing this as I sit on the floor of Heathrow Airport trying to work out what the HULK is going on with my flight. I was meant to fly out to Montreal today however due to the crash at Halifax this has become quite a kerfuffle. Fingers crossed I don't have to have an airport sleepover.

ANYWAY!

So, if you've ever been a 12-16 year old, you've probably had your share of cringeworthy looks. And now I've said that, you're probably having some terrible flashbacks to them. We've all been there. It's that period of time where we're all trying to figure out who the hell we are and trying to fit in, going from phase to phase, but to no avail. I still remember feeling so damn cool going to the school disco in my baggy pink flared corduroys...ahem.

There is however one phase I don't think I ever grew out of. My goth/emo/wannabe scene kid phase. Yes, I was the one with the stupidly backbrushed hair and the slicked down side fringe at underage gigs, dressed in all the studs, black, leather and tartan you could find. I was actually recognised at an underage gig under my scene-donym, Kitty Kapow. Yeah, I'm dying inside at that too.

I may be all grown up now (well, kind of not really at all), but studs, spikes, black, leather and tartan still basically make up my entire wardrobe. I love the grungey goth aesthetic, and probably always will. Some old habits die hard I guess!

The outfit post this week covers 4/5 of that wardrobe criteria. I love this dress' contrasting silk body/tartan skirt. Plus, this jacket, without fail, always makes me feel like a T Bird.


(Update: I'm flying out tomorrow, jubilations!)

What I'm Wearing:
Dress: Motel Rocks (you can find more Motel tartan treats here)
Jacket - Criminal Damage
Earrings + Necklace: Ebay
Boots: Irregular Choice (these have now sold out D: but this Spring/Summer version of the boot is BEAUT!)

And thanks again to the lovely Ray James for this week's photos.

Bad to the Bone

This is not any new information to those who know me, but to those who don't, I am a crazy dog woman.

I'm one of those people who looks at dogs the way broody women look at babies, and my life is a constant struggle of wanting to stroke every dog. My lovely housemate is pregnant at the moment, and whilst our house was discussing baby names, I realised I had picked out names for my future dogs but not my future children (Penelope for a girl, Jabba for a boy, if you were wondering).  If you've watched that crazy cat lady dating video and totally understood where she's coming from, you'll understand my struggle. 

So, of course, a t-shirt with a portrait of a majestic pug on it is the best t-shirt I could dream of.

I love a good graphic tee - I've been wearing them since I was an angsty emo 11 year old. I find it pretty hard to dress them up though, but I found pairing them with a black skater skirt can class up a good tee. This one from Boohoo has a fabulous shape.

What I'm Wearing:

T-shirt: The Hundreds (similar and equally as majestic)

Skirt: Boohoo

Necklace: New Look (more lovely statement jewellery from New Look here)

Bandana: Topman
Boots: Irregular choice (these are sold out! But Irregular Choice have lots more fab boots)

The pug ring is a particularly special accessory to me - it was made for me by the brilliant Catherine Faulkner, illustrator, craft-maker extraordinaire, one half of the dynamic The Almond Kitchen + Studio duo, and not to mention a great friend of mine. She is wonderful - check out her links!

Thank you to the awesome Ray James for this week's photos!

Queen of the New Year

Um, since when was it March?! This year is going by way too quickly for my liking. I feel like January was 0.3 minutes ago.

This week's post is a little throwback to January - the time of year where everyone feels that it is absolutely imperative that you change yourself or, at least have the intention to. It's almost like we're not enough on our own. We live in a culture where we must always be doing something, becoming something new, working toward something, and standing still is not an option. My sociology lecturer once put this perfectly - 'we are taught that just living is not enough'. And so, when January rears its optimistic head, it's an excuse for  a fresh start for most. I've lost count of the amount of 'New Year, New Me' statuses/tweets I've seen.

It can be a lot of pressure, especially when social media has the tendency to guilt trip you into thinking that everyone else is working 10 million times harder than you. Everyone puts up their highlights, their achievements. But what we don't see is the true amount of hard work that goes into these achievements. We also don't see the times where they're sitting at home eating Ben and Jerry's in their pyjamas at 3pm, scrolling through their newsfeed feeling like they're not doing enough either. It's easy to forget that everyone has down days, when you feel like everyone around you is working non-stop. The key is to be kind to yourself. You can be a boss ass bitch and take a pause for a bubble bath too. Go at your pace, take your time, and make sure you take time to care for yourself. Bey's empire wasn't built in a day.



To go with New Year-y mentions, this is the outfit I wore on New Year's Eve. This jacket from Beyond Retro is everything I've ever wanted in a jacket, ever. Also, fluffy shoes? So much fun.

What I'm Wearing:

Dress: Miss Selfridge

Jacket: Beyond Retro
Shoes: Irregular Choice

And a huge thank you to Lyathara for this weeks photos!