WRAP IT TIGHT, WHAT DELIGHT

On account of my hair crisis at the moment (my teen angst moment where I proceeded to chop off my semi - long tresses so that they then resembled a Coco Chanel bob if in fact her hairdresser happened to be on a hallucinogens, or was maybe just was really really really bad at cutting hair ) in other words my hair looked grrrrrreat, then I cut it.

Anyways, I can literally do nothing with my hair without the support of (I'll just guesstimate...) 742 bobby pins. And whilst I was trawling the depths of lookbook as I do because I am an angsty teenager with no friends (in the same country as me at the moment, mind) at isn't that where they all go, so they can title there look with some deep/inspiring lyric, yeah?

Ok, done with my pity-party/bitterness now. I usually go on lookbook cos most of the best people on there have good blogs to go with it, so I waste my time trying to find more blogs to waste my time with... BUT I did find this one girl's blog. She was Swedish, so ozzley blonde, tan, tall and thin, and owned the entire contents of my dream wardrobe, I can't remember her blog name now but I'll post it if I find it again. So, in this particular look she was wearing this nice silk scarf but as a pretty sweet head turban.

INSPIRATIONAL RIGHT? REVOLUTIONARY, RIGHT?

um, yes, and no.

So out I pulled my 2 euro Penney's McQueen imitation scarf and decided I would boldly go where thousands have before.... the results being...

To be honest I'm just thrilled I have found something that can take attention away from my lack luster hair. And I'm pretty sure that I've found yet another thing that I can pre-plan to wear to Electric Picnic, because I'm bored and this is what I do when I'm bored, PRE - PLAN, but usually just procrastinate, or maybe it's taking vain photobooth pictures of myself... hmmmm, it depends...

Plus, it kind of makes me feel like axl rose, only even he has better hair than me... damn.

SOUTHERN BELLE//SOUTHERN BEAU

meh. meh. meh. OUTFIT POST, yay! (ignore the smug face in every single photo plz, k, thanx)

I'm not gonna lie though. (cos I'm such an honest person and would hate to hurt my readers like that, duh.) The belt, which is ridonkulously long, was giving me a bit of a situation that could theoretically be likened to a desert animal with two humps and interestingly two eyelids and knobby knees to help it in the sand... ANYWAYS, so I took it off. simples.

much better

Anyways, the whole outfit felt a bit masculine and tomboyish, and since I was kind of channelling the whole "I'M A REDNECK" in a not-so subtle way, I thought that some nice girly shoes would do the trick...

Alexa Chung approves. (it's her thumb, duh)

Got these beauties of a shoe in France this summer, and shall be dedicating an entire post to them later, because they're nice shoes, and nice shoes deserve a post all to themselves.

//OUTFIT COMPLETED.

BACKLOG MEGAMIXXX

Apologies for being a bad, bad, bad, blogger, and not being very, um... punctual? Anyways, I've developed this insane backlog of vain little photo-booth sessionz that I had planned to share with you on separate blogging occasions, but because I am such a shit/smelly/inconsistent blogger, I am presenting them to you in this super-amazing-mind-blowing MEGAMIXXX Y'ALL...

//FIRSTLY//

Thanks to a Christmas money fueled Wallmart shop, I made my own necklace. Just bought a packet of coloured feathers and hot glued them to a piece of black felt, then glued them to a spare chain I had. Pretty sweet, non? It reminds me of like Zelda or something. Anyways, I let my sister wear it out to dinner, and I wore it the next day, so by now like literally all the feathers except the two orange ones have broken in half. What a bummer, so easy to just keep replacing them though...

//SECONDLY//

I'm confused, blatantly.

Got a new red lipstick, this one is super bright, so I think I'll be wearing this more in the day than my other deeper red one. It's from the new Maybelline line of the pigment stuff, I bought the matching lip liner as well, just cos I'd never used liner before and I wanted to see if it made a difference. The only difference it does is making me feel like a Mexican Lolita before I put the lipstick on!

I also went into this hippie store the other day, came out with this sweet 'healing' necklace, I just got it because it's cool quartzite, I think you can just see it in the first pictue. I don't really believe in the 'powers' or whatevssss, but here's what it says on the back anyway, and I quote...

"This stone has strong mystical powers of healing and is excellent for unblocking negative energy. A deep soul cleanser, energy amplifier, enhancing physic abilities (yada yadaaa)

Use this gemstone as it has been used in ages past to aid you in focusing on your dreams and goals"

Oh Lolza.

//THIRDLY//

Went to see Avatar in 3d today, it was pretty sweet, although the two guys in-front of us smelled SO badly of weed! My mum even said, "Does someone smell skunk?", like literally meaning the animal, no slang, just a small critter, it was funny at the time... anyways, just wanted a chance to show off my new Docs, although it isn't great quality, I was wearing these white socks poking up above them as well. I think the next picture is a bit Lady Gagz remeniscent, no? The crotch shot TOTES is, wot? wot?

//LASTLY//

New year's resolution, you ask?

Trying to learn to do my eye make-up like this babe at chicheroin

think. wink. peace. pout.

It has come to my attention that I have recently (more like ever since pictures have been taken of me) become a victim of an all-too-embarrassing pout. For reference, see pictures from my last blog. I can honestly say I do this subconsciously, I'm pretty sure it just evolved from me trying to smile with my mouth shut because I was super self-conscious of my teeth when I was smaller. The famous case is at a line up for a photo at a party, and my so-called "friends" screams at me to "stop fucking poutingggg!" and my comeback to this is the ever original, "I'M NOT POUTING THAT'S A SMILE..... I think....." But I have finally admitted to my denial, and realized, I am an unapologetic pouter/poser.

But in times of trouble (I need to pick a new default pose now ahhhhhhhh! jokes bruv) I always look to my inspiration for a pout that borderlines on cute, embarassing, mysterious...

who else? MK Olsen, ozzley.

picture imnotobsessed

Just as I idolize Zooey Deschanel for possibly the coolest hair ever, I think 'lil MK would have to win in the pouting stakes, how does she pull it off?!

But now, what will me default pose be....

perhaps a faux pas Lyndsay pose..?

nah... the peace sign only belongs to..

A) Models in ID.

B) Hippies from the ACTUAL era of hippies (now grown up either in the form of top businessmen, my father, or both).

or c, my fave..

C) MILEY CYRUS BITCHES!

Who usually attempts both the peace sign and pout simultaneously, still never beats MK though. When I google "Miley Cyrus peace" I almost had too many to chose from, well; 413,000 to be exact...

MK 4EVA