Thursday, 26 May 2011

Name Shame: Leifsdottir.




Major name shame with this one. When I was in Turkey I got an email from Leifsdottir saying that I had won the StyleBubble/ Leifsdottir competition for these items:
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I was really pleased as this was the only competition I have ever entered but alas this was seriously misplaced happiness. I got a bill the other day for the customs duty on these items for £40 which I obviously had to pay to receive my package which I wasn't too happy about as these were supposed to be items that I had won. I paid anyway as I thought it would be worth it for a jacket, trousers and shoes that were fairly expensive but when I opened the package today, I saw that I hadn't been sent the shoes, and the jacket had been sent to me in a size smaller than I asked for so it doesn't fit. So in the end, I paid £40 for a pair of trousers that were meant to be free and actually aren't that nice. Rather pissed.

I didn't get any email from Leifsdottir to tell me they weren't sending me the shoes or that they were sending a jacket that was smaller than I asked for which they really should have as I would not have paid the customs on them. Maybe I just have high standards but I thought this was pretty cheeky of them.

So not bothering with giveaways again.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Been rolling

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I started my new job last Monday and it is knaaackering. I'm not sure how much blogging I can do nowadays as I get up very early and don't get home until fairly late but I will try my best! I love how I don't need to do almost any clothes washing now as I wear a minimal amount of clothes combinations in the week. Every cloud and all that. I wear really simple outfits to work but make them interesting with my accessories and I was wearing a statement necklace with my black shift yesterday when a rather camp man shouted at me 'Daaarling I love your necklace, you brighten up the place!'  You have to say that in a camp posh English voice and then you've got the idea. Cue blushing as a load of City professionals turned to see who he was yelling at.
This playsuit is one of my best buys ever. It took me so long to find a playsuit that was long enough not to give me a cameltoe and didn't have shorts so short they could have been knickers. It was a long and irritating journey. Never mind, I have this one now and it came from Primark of all places. I found my perfect fit in the shop that is the epitome of ill- fitting clothes. I love how much longer these heels make my legs look in it too. Flats give me munchkin legs.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Inside of your hand

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As I sit here basking in the late afternoon Turkish sun I find it hard to feel remorse at my truly shocking blogger attendance. I do a little though. Life has been so busy the past few weeks so excuse me for my being AWOL. My sister was home from uni, as were my friends, so my weeks of miserable, job- hunting solitude were brought to a welcome end and blogging was kind of put to the back of my mind. Can I blame the royal wedding too? Why not. Anyway as you might have guessed from the opening sentence, I am in Turkey again ( I might as well move here) and have only just acquired an internet connection. I could have gone to the local internet cafe but all the screens are on the widescreen setting and I just can't bring myself to publish a picture of myself looking like the side of a house. That and the eternal staring I get from men in there like they can't believe a woman knows how to operate a computer.
This dress has been one of the best buys of my Summer so far. So easy to wear and the the fabric has just the right weight to make it swing nicely when i walk. It was a bit more than I would normally pay for a dress this simple but I like the little leather studded details on the straps and the fit was really nice.
These rings were a purchase from two days ago at a market near here. I think I can now fully admit to having a ring addiction. I can't stop myself from buying rings and considering they are so cheap here I really can't say no. I saw a picture of karl Lagerfeld's dressing table once and he had trays and trays of rings along it. I aspire to that. Although I'm not sure my humble market purchases stand up to any of his rings.