Archives for the month of: June, 2014

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Dress: Peacocks

Belt: Next

Hairpiece: Asos

Shoes: Office

Bag: Aldo

 


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It took me ages to find a way  of wearing my hairpiece that I liked but I got used to it by the end of the day and actually quite enjoyed it. I was also relieved that no one else was wearing the same one. My friend bought a black fascinator from Accessorize and saw fifteen people in the same one. So for future reference, I would definitely recommend customising your hat, even if it’s just sticking a couple of flower brooches on it or something..


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 Is there anything more British than bunting?

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My friends and I were very taken with this hat, I’d have liked to see it even simpler though, the bow was unnecessary. 

 

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 We saw The Queen!!! 😀

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 There she is again! 

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 Photobombed by a hat… 

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 Posh nosh, innit… 

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 An excellent money making scheme, women were wandering around barefoot from about 2pm onwards… 

 

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 An ingenious woman who wouldn’t let a little thing like mud and grass stop her from wearing her stilettos! 

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 I pity the person who had to clean this up… 😦

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 I decided that sunglasses under the veil didn’t look as stupid as I had feared.  Thankfully, as it was a gorgeously sunny day!

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 The aftermath… 

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The gloriously British sing-along at the end was my favourite part (horses are actually pretty boring), although if I never hear “Land of Hope and Glory” again, it’ll be too soon! (They played it FOUR times!)

Love,

The Styletterie

 

NB. I wrote this post last night. This morning I went to a friend’s citizenship ceremony.

Where they played “Land of Hope and Glory”.

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Basil alone

– Little basil pot decoration, they were hanging all over town! So sweet 😀

On display in my room:

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Clothes

 

 

Floral skirt (left):  Tally Weijl

Polka dot black tee (right): Ruly’s

Scarves: Suite Blanco

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Turns out Lisbon has some really cute shops! I especially enjoyed Suite Blanco and Ruly’s. Tally Weijl was fun too, in a way-too-young-for-me-but-I-so-don’t-care kind of way ;-p

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I tried on this poncho from Ruly’s as a joke and it turned out to be my favourite thing! I’m really looking forward to wearing it.

Floral Bershka jacket

Floral jacket: Bershka

 

Turquoise jewellery etc

 

Gold necklace: Bershka

Turquoise necklace & bracelet: Suite Blanco

Pom pom earrings & keyring: Suite Blanco. I also bought a doughnut necklace and some sweetie hair ties for my nieces there 🙂

They also had some adorable wicker bags, but I restrained myself! (They wouldn’t fit in my suitcase… 😦  )

The gold word stud earrings are from Tally Weijl, there are 9 which I thought was a weird number for a pack of earrings. Also the words are things like  “yeah”, “oh”, “ok”, “good” etc. and one of them is “hoot”, which also struck me as an odd choice!

The “mermaid tears” necklace is also from Tally Weijl and just made me laugh so much I had to buy it. Everything was super cheap too!

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I bought this teal cardi from Massimo Dutti. I know it exists in England, but for some reason I always thought it was mega-expensive so I’ve never been in. It’s not cheap but it’s Zara style prices, so I was pleasantly surprised.

Speaking of Zara, the faux Chanel headphones necklace is from there.

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The sunglasses (which make me look like a big bug!) are from Tally Weijl.

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My Suite Blanco scarves, which I’m obsessed with:

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Ice creeeeeeaaaam!

Pineapple scarf

  How cute are the pineapples?

All that (and a lot of jam/cherry liqueur/fridge magnets!) and I somehow managed not to burst my sister’s suitcase (which was already full when I set off for Lisbon!) – go me!!!

Have a great weekend everyone! 😀

Love,

The Styletterie

 

shoes and fascinators

Having made the executive decision to wear flats to Ascot tomorrow (and having been assured that I will be literally the only one!), I decided to spring for some new ones to make me feel a bit better about it. The idea was to take one pair back once I’d picked a colour (I’m leaning towards the blush), but that might not happen… 😉

How adorable are these colours?!

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(The green is much mintier in the flesh.)

Shoes: Office

Veils/fascinators: Asos

I’ve never been to Ascot before so I’m excited! I’ll try and take lots of pictures (curse my current phonelessness!!)

 

I’ve also never worn a veil-fascinator-headpiece-thing before either. Slightly concerned that:

a.) My make-up will rub off on the veil and smudge all over my face.

b.) I’ll need to wear loads of make-up so my features aren’t completely washed out by the veil and then it will rub off on the veil and smudge all over my face.

c.) How do I wear sunglasses (squinting doesn’t become me)?

d.) What if it’s super sunny and I tan through the veil and end up looking like a maths book?

e.) How do I eat or drink? Do I just lift the veil and leave it sticking out visor-stylee?

f.) What if I forget and smoosh a burger against the veil and then look really weird and dirty all day?

g.) What if it really annoys me??!!

 

Gah, the tribulations of poncey pretentious horse events! Any advice would be welcome!

 

Have a great weekend! 😀

Love,

The Styletterie

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Here is a Fact Of Life: Once you start blogging, everything becomes fodder.

Last weekend, I was fortunate enough to be invited with a friend’s family for a long weekend in Lisbon. The weather was hot and sunny (we’re talking 36 degrees, and just as lovely at night), the sights were beautiful and the food was amazing (cheeseboards can change your life. Fact.)  I took pictures of everything, starting with what I wore to travel (flying themed earrings, just in case) through 4 outfits and 2 days of sight-seeing, shopping and exploring. Through some gorgeous bars and hilarious English football fans and right up to an impromptu stop at a street party- possibly the first time my life has resembled that of those cool, spontaneous people who accidentally find themselves at awesome local parties surrounded by music and beer and dancing and attractive Portuguese men. Two days and I had probably taken about 400 photos.

And that’s when some bastard stole my phone.

Like the idiot tourist I am, I held my phone high up to take pictures (and even a video) of the decorations, the colours, the lights, the band, the stalls, the hordes of people of all ages dancing together, then put it in my bag. I usually rest my hand on my bag but for one song, I danced with a student from Porto whose friend was busy romancing my travel buddy. At the end of the song (defining lyrics- chichirichichirichi), I looked down to see my bag wide open and my phone gone.

 

Gutted.

 

And while I was distraught to have lost all my contacts, all my notes, all my reminders, it was my photos that upset me the most. First of all, all the nice ones of me were on my phone and I confess to being kind of jealous that my friend gets to put up all the funny ones of herself larking around with canons/looking romantic on bridges on Facebook, while I look like the boring friend who was barely there.

But mostly, I was upset about the ones I’d taken for this blog.

I had been writing what I was going to say about each photo in my head since we got there. Everything cool or pretty or funny I saw, I was already figuring out how to phrase it, how to caption it, how to explain it just right to include anyone who may read this in my holiday.

My friend, bless her, let me have free reign with her phone afterwards so I could take pictures and I’ll include some of them, but other than that, I’m afraid I shall just have to try and paint a picture using words (and old photos and the internet!) and see what happens.

Some things I wanted to show you:

–          My travelling outfit. (The same maxi-dress I wore in this post, but with angel wing earrings)

–          The beautiful restaurant (with the life altering cheese) that we went to for lunch, where they presented us with a velvet footstool for our bags. I will never travel without one again.

–          The incredible furniture at The Museu Nacional de Arte Antigua, where we all acted as though we were homeware shopping, not soaking in culture.

–          The floral 50s-esque Joy dress I wore to go out to dinner that night.

–          The funky red sweet wrapper-esque chandeliers in that restaurant, that my travel companions thought were “gaudy”. This was also where I learned that Lisboan men can be a tad sexist, as a man in the unisex bathrooms tried to chat me up by asking me for laundry advice! If only he had known that despite being a girl and everything, what I know about laundry is even less that what I know about cooking (which is nothing).

–          The beautiful square overlooking the river, where they showed every football match to hundreds of avid fans

–          What I wore the next day (my Rachel Roy for Macy’s playsuit from New York, as we were going to be climbing a tower and a skirt seemed ill-advised.) Here I am being a massive poser in it a couple of summers ago.

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–          The dramatically beautiful Torre de Belem

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–          The Mosteiro dos Jeronimos, with its gorgeous vaulted ceilings and atrium.

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–          The “just be cool” t-shirt that I reeaally wanted but restrained myself from getting.

–          The “The light of your beauty burns my eyes” t-shirt that is presumably for women who want potential partners to run away screaming. I couldn’t find it online but I did find a top from the same shop that is also pretty dramatic (and unfortunately incorrect), that reads “When I saw you I feel in love and you smile because YOU KNEW

–          The “born in the nineties” t-shirt that made me want to sit in a corner with my wrinkles and weep.

–          The leopard print maxi dress that turned out to be a jumpsuit and was annoyingly flattering considering how ridiculous I looked in it.

– The stunning tiles on the side of walls everywhere.

–          The polka dot skort that taught me that I’m ok with very short shorts (from the back they looked fine) but not very short skirts (from the front, even though I knew it was really shorts, it seemed obscene!)

–          The pile of stinky ash from where they burned a huge pile of rubbish just to get rid of it.

–          The Asos dress I wore in the evening. Here I am trying it on a couple of weeks ago to see if it still fits.

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I wore it last summer minus the black strap top but I’ve gained a little weight since then and my boobs were everywhere! Unfortunately the strap top underneath made it even tighter. Oh vicious cycles, why do you torment me thus?! ;-p

–          The weirdly huge barrels of cheese that we each got as a prelude to a truly awful meal.

–          The gorgeous bar we went to, with the painted walls, hanging lanterns, love seats and stunning view.

–          The street party I mentioned earlier, apparently an annual tradition in honour of Saint Anthony, in all its colourful, shining, tinselly, loud, local glory.

 

*sigh*

 

Here are a couple of pictures I took with my friend’s phone, the party had died down a bit by then, it was heaving beforehand!

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Apparently Saint Anthony’s feast is actually a sardine festival/tribute to the “matchmaking Saint”. All we knew about it is that the people we bumped into said we couldn’t possibly go to a club as no one would be there, as apparently all of Lisbon would be partying in the streets, and people would open their homes and sell beer and dance. And they were right!

 

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I wanted to take more pictures but by that point we were terrified of having her phone on display!

– The Cathedral of Santa Maria Maior, which was beautiful.

– All the incredible views of Lisbon, including many which showed the mini version of Rio’s Christ the Redeemer, known as Christ the King and erected as a thank you for Portugal being unaffected by World War II.

– The adorable trams. (I love trams!)

– The mini cactus decorations (that I just looked up and were apparently meant to be basil) that were hanging everywhere, they were so cute. (I bought one before I left).

– The tinsel, bunting and garlands that were also strewn everywhere. (See the first photo of this post, that I took on my friend’s phone. Hopefully she will send me all her photos soon and I’ll be able to put some more up.)

– The cherries I accidentally buttered due to delirious tiredness on the plane home! (Yes, cherries, plural. It happened more than once. I was very tired!)

Everything was just so beautiful and interesting and different and colourful and I doubt I’ll get over losing my phone any time soon. But it could have been worse, and at least I have some incredible memories. 😀

And I did a lot of shopping so at least there’s the haul post to do!

Obrigada Lisboa!!!

Love,

The Styletterie

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I should really stop eating so many Kinder Surprises and do some work…!

Not until I’ve got Jasmine though. Obviously.

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Happy Friday and have a great weekend!

Love,

The Styletterie

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Last night I went and saw the delectable Fuse ODG at The Garage in Highbury. It was awesome, and I have been listening to Million Pound Girl on repeat ever since. (Admittedly this is not a new thing… (ask my long-suffering flatmates). I am so in love with this tune, not least because of the surprisingly feminist lyrics. 😀 )

This is what I wore:

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Leaopard print jacket: Marks & Spencer

Black top: Urban Outfitters

Denim shorts: Asos

Glitter flats: Office

Love necklace: River Island

Orange bag: Aldo

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This was me being a tipsy Posey Poserson, trying to get all my accessories to show!

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Excuse the butt shot, this is to show my Paul Frank “call me” belt, bought to replace one I had saying “perfect” because a.) an uncle of mine once thought it said “erect” due to the positioning of my belt loops which kind of put me off! and b.) my sister stole it anyway.

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This kind of reminds me of a couple of years back when my friends thought it was hilarious to do this to all our photos:

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My good side…

Hope you’re having a great week and remembering to be badder than bad!

Love,

The Styletterie

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Friday 90s music night in Camden: 90s-esque floral dress – Forever 21 (it’s nicer in the flesh, super-flattering). Worn with leggings and my Office boots (when will it be bare legs weather?!), my old tattoo style choker that I’m (clearly) obsessed with, a chilli pepper pendant that was a freebie at a jewellery shop in Siena and old earrings.

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Saturday (was meant to be brunch but became linner): Zara tee, M&S shorts, almost old enough to vote by now Warehouse leather jacket, Primark backpack. The necklace was a Christmas present last year from my boyfriend. He got it at Sublime, a shop near my work that I’m kind of obsessed with.)

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Sunday lunch with my family: Asos dress (I used to wear this all the time, I feel like it’s a bit young for me now but I like the shape so much that it stubbornly remains a staple!)

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(Me in the same dress last summer. With my Warehouse jacket and Asos detachable collar) 

Bonus:

Monday night yoga outfit. (Yes, I do yoga. No, I can’t believe it either.)

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Trainers: Nike. The Jam T-shirt was a present from my sister who bought it at a school fair she attended, from Andy Jordan himself (this is only exciting if you are an overly obsessive Made in Chelsea fan. Which I am) 😀

Happy Hump Day!

Love,

The Styletterie