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So, it’s only mid-morning and I have already been breathlessly informed by my sister and boyfriend that my life is finally complete- British company Metail has launched an actual version of Cher’s virtual closet! We can officially all feel like the coolest Betty of the 90s! That is so dope!

http://metail.com/

I’m like, totally stoked – can you tell?!!

I’m audi,

The Styletterie

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So, this is embarrassing… As I started writing this I suddenly realised that I am wearing head to toe M&S. Seriously: my top, necklace, treggings and wedge booties are all from Marks and Spencer! Sorry for the hugely unimaginative post!

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In my defence, my long silver ring is vintage, the rose earrings were a gift from a friend who lives in Athens, and the big silver bangle was a gift. (From someone who I know shops a lot in M&S. Oh dear.) What can I say, it may have (or have had- the times they are a-changing) a rep for being a bit old-persony but I just love M&S!

On a separate note, I was in Covent Garden last night (mmm, Shake Shack) and not only was it overrun with dreamy RAF men in uniform (our survey says: YES PLEASE!) but their big Christmas reindeer (complete with flashing red nose) totally put a smile on my face! I believe I feel my festive spirit coming on…..

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Have a good weekend!

Love,

The Styletterie

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So, it happened again. What my dad affectionately refers to as my “accidental shopping” problem. It starts innocently enough. I go out, usually with the intention of simply getting from A to B, sometimes to buy a birthday present for someone or to help a friend find the perfect seduction underwear to take on a scientific research trip to Peru (don’t ask). I won’t shop, I think. You could call me naïve but the truth is that I’m clearly lying to myself and we all know it. And that is how I end up tonight, on my bed, grinning avariciously at my purchases, like a kid in a candy shop, a magpie in Swarovski, Cruella in Doggy Day Care.

Clearly I have a problem. And so I thought, what would be better? Should I a.) Become less obsessed with fashion? Or b.) Start a blog where I can ramble endlessly about clothes, jewels, bags, footstools (yes, I love them!), shoes and just about anything else that takes my fancy, thus further feeding my rampant lust for style and general fabulousness?

You’ll never guess what I went for… Read the rest of this entry »