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Dolly football

Last Saturday I went and saw Dolly Parton at The O2 with my sister and I officially have a new icon/muse/role model/ lady crush (girl crush doesn’t seem quite right!)/mentor! She was phenomenal, just 100% herself – cheesy, corny, tacky, preachy, chirpy, over-the-top and super-sweet. Her voice blew me away, it is so true and effortless it just pours out of her (I don’t believe the Glasto miming rumours at all). She played about 12 instruments, including the harmonica, fiddle, saxophone (after which she told us that she usually enjoys a cigarette after sax – haw haw), organ, guitar and several others I didn’t recognise at all. I have honestly never seen anyone so not concerned with being cool. She never tries to stay relevant, she never changes to fit the current fashion, she can laugh at herself, she is so completely fake yet totally honest and genuine about it. In short, I love her!

I obviously couldn’t resist the urge to theme my outfit around her awesomeness, so I foofed up my hair and wore:

Sequin dress: Oasis

Denim jacket: Gap, from when I was about 10!

Cowboy boots: My sister’s, from New Mexico

Earrings: Peacocks

Turquoise bracelet: Suite Blanco in Lisbon

D necklace: gift from my Dad, years ago

Dog2 Dress

 

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 My sis, rocking the double denim!

 

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 We are not worthy…

 

Dolly tees

 

So Saturday night was awesome and I was fully prepared for Sunday night to follow suit. I wore my Greece shirt, bought in 2004 (when we, ahem, WON the European championships!), and never seen since. Amazingly I actually found this is the first box I looked in, which NEVER happens and was pretty much the most exciting thing ever. Despite thinking that people who wear football shirts out in public at non-football related events should be locked up, I wore this out to brunch in the morning too, in case it brought us luck. I paired it with my Mum’s vintage skirt, my Primark leopard print shoes, my Aldo orange bag and pink lipstick to ensure that I still looked mildly feminine.

 

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Unfortunately, despite ALL THIS EFFORT, we lost on penalties. What little interest I had in the World Cup has now left the building.

*sigh*

Have a great evening!

Love,

The Styletterie

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…but I’m feeling twenty twooo-oooooo!

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On Sunday night, I went to see Taylor Swift at the O2 arena with one of my best friends. I kind of had an inkling that I wasn’t the target demographic (I’m 27) on account of a.) it’s Taylor Swift and 90% of her songs contain the word “cheerleader” and b.) the O2 had sent me an email a couple of days before informing me that while flags with flagpoles are not permitted, banners with fairy lights are.

*Styletterie falls to knees in relief*

After we finished laughing over the ridiculous notion that anyone, let alone a bunch of 13 year olds, would put enough effort into a banner as to actually festoon it with lights, my friend and I decided to go all out and reclaim our youth by dressing up as everyone’s favourite country cutie and singing our hearts out without shame. Alcopops may also have been invloved.

This is what I wore:

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-Frilly floral dress, Monsoon

-Floral denim shirt, Zara

-Cowboy boots, my sister’s from New Mexico, although she reliably informs me that R.Soles is a good (but expensive!) place to buy cowboy boots in London

-Extremely uncomfortable, barely visible gold fishnet tights, Accessorize

-Hearty earrings, one of my favourite pairs, Rachel Roy at Macy’s from when I went to NYC in 2011.

-BCBGeneration bracelet (again!), I can’t tell you how much losery fun I have deciding what to write on it everyday!

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I really need a hobby.

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