Overly sized Topshop cardigan, All Saints t-shirt dress and vintage cream beret - all in all shouldn't exactly be worn together EVER. But considering it was 2am I'm sure I'll be forgiven, or at least given another chance in life. My boyfriend on the other hand some how manages to look not only acceptable, but quirky, cute and stylish at such a ghastly hour. He doesn't work, or even study within the fashion industry. Life is unfair.
Sunday, 28 September 2008
I was hoping for more of a pictorial blog, with barely anything but images to describe and rewrite my tales. I guess until February turns and I'm able to take out a loan for the soon-to-be 'my' Canon EOS 450D, my lost Nikon Coolpix won't capture the same.
Posted by Ella Eaton at 20:40
Friday, 26 September 2008
I have not only fallen in love with each and every one of these three dresses, but there is an urgent need for their presence in my vastly expanding wardrobe. Please contact immediately if you feel there is too a necessity in your life. Only in this case, 'needs' translate in to falling madly in love with me, myself and happen to purchase me all three of these wonderful dresses.
Posted by Ella Eaton at 09:50
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Is there a possibility that such desire to meet them causes more than sleepless nights and that sore rush through your stomach every time you do anything other than concentrate on the subject in hand. I often find that my mind doesn't just wonder else where, but goes on 'Duke of Edinburgh' style trek through worlds and thoughts that I never even knew existed. A predicament that never seems to return to its dedicated state that I once achieved soon after the deadline was given.
Nothing other than the weekly collection of Look and Grazia magazine caught my eye this time round, oh and that wonderful blog I found last night. The one that has sent me sick at the thought of forgetting I ever even saw the photograph. Luckily my Bookmarks folder was my savior this evening, as the Rag Market / my pay cheque will be on Friday afternoon. I'd much rather relate to it as a 'celebration purchase' rather than just 'another buy' that will bore me by November - a purchase that will stay with me in remembrance that I completed such a tedious task. That wouldn't be approaching if it wasn't for such poor time management.
Let's just pray I meet that awful, two syllable word.
Posted by Ella Eaton at 02:18
Sunday, 21 September 2008
It's the first Sunday this autumn where the roasting heat has kept me from the warmth of my duvet and the boyfriend’s arms. Far too hot for anything other than my Chloe t-shirt and briefs - an outfit that no other can beat in such overwhelming and note, uncommon heat. At twenty-four degrees Celsius, merely a Parisian could bat an eyelid, but this is England and not a single degree past twenty-four have we had this summer. Putting thermal issues aside, no possession or emotion can disguise the excitement I hold for the flat cherry red and opal leather 'sailor style' flats and vintage black lace mantilla online auctions, ending in only a matter of hours. Those evil ten day auctions where you can't help but message the seller every other day begging for a 'Buy It Now' option. My day has finally come and (touching wood) in approximately eight days time I can return to my university dressed in my high waisted minuscule dark indigo shorts, pairing-red and white striped 'sailor bibbed' vest, the flats and the best friends one and only white pin belt to finish the outfit. Fantastic.
Here is a little taster of my thrill:
The lonesome pit in my stomach is reaching its ultimate high. Nando's is calling. Mine and the other half’s three month anniversary meal had best hurry its little arse up or else I may just starve to death. Never have I felt such hunger pains. Extra extra extra extra spicy, "The spiciest you've ever made!" I ask my boyfriend to order without a doubt.We always share a whole chicken, the platter meal for four with lashings of 'Extra Hot Peri Peri Sauce' and pitas with humous to start. Nando’s - the only excuse on Earth where eating chicken off the bone is acceptable and tastefully edible in my opinion. Sometimes I feel silly celebrating so little 'official' time together, but since we became an item almost nine months has passed and when you have spent almost every second of the day and bitter evenings in their arms, yes it does feel like a lifetime. Plus there's a Nando’s meal available., if it was my choice I'd be celebrating every second we spend together.
Posted by Ella Eaton at 14:44