What really grinds my gears.

Hi, I'm Peter Griffin. And you know what really grinds my gears? Flip flops. Let me tell you why. Because these are the lazy-mans choice of footwear. And as my counterpart Nikki knows, shoes are all. The change in seasons is upon us, there is a definite chill in the air. And if yesterdays downpour taught us anything, its that appropriate footwear is all. So why, oh why dear Londoners, were you still out in force this morning, in your coats and scarves with your pale pinkies still out on show? This is completely innapropriate! Remedy immediately.

If you are really stuck over what I'm trying to tell you, I give you three helpful questions on the subject. These are the three cardinal rules of flip-flops. Three questions you should ask yourself before stepping out the house in your plastic monstrosities.

1. Are you on a beach on holiday?
2. Have you just had a pedicure?
3. Do you actually refer to them as thongs, and are therefore Australian?

If the answer to all three is no, then you have no excuse. But if you think that Uggs are the answer then you will just have to wait until next weeks installment.

See you then.

(Image: Thom Browne SS10 from Jak and Jil)

Don't Stop Moving September 12th Playlist

Setlist DSM 12th September 2009
8:30-9:30pm

Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Til You Get Enough
Marvin Gaye - What's going on?
Stevie Wonder - Superstition
Will Young - Your Game
Mase - Feels So Good
Destiny's Child - Nasty Girl
Sugababes - Hole in the Head
Rihanna - Shut up and Drive
Beyonce - Sweet Dreams
Blondie - Hanging on the Telephone (hang up and run to me...)
Bryan Adams - Run to You (not sure anyone noticed why I did this on the night!)
East 17 - Let it Rain
Florence and the Machine - Drumming Song
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll
Shakira - She Wolf
Pop Chop - Bring the Noise

Outfit Post

Kaftan - present from Mum's wardrobe
Belt - H&M
Leggings - H&M
Heels - Via Spiga (later swapped for a pair of plain black Topshop flats)

What I wore for an intended day of culture, that actually turned into a day of pink cupcake baking, and pink cocktail drinking. Pretty awesome as days go!

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Hurrah. That is my smiley face as I'm trying my best to be cheerful. No, I don't know if I'll still have a job in two weeks time, but yesterday I updated my CV and sent off 10 job applications, so fingers crossed etc.

However the big grin is because I've spent the day downloading all the best pop ever. EVER! And who could fail to be happy when we have Beyonce in the world. Exactly. I've been asked to dj at a friend's club night in a few weeks which equals a woohoo and a mild bit of argh! I've never djed before, so I'm going to have a lesson on Thursday night. I think beatmatching and mixing might still be a bit out of my league, but hopefully I can manage to get everyone on the dancefloor. Rather than having a Cascada moment. Eeek!

Red shoes, no knickers.

Such is the life of a part time employee. Today I have largely failed at applying for any of the jobs that have found their way into my inbox and instead have watched an absurd amount of Sugar Rush. Which, while it didn't make me want to be a lesbian, did leave me wishing I still tarted up for a night out. So clearly I tried to recreate my teenage dreams by schlepping on some high heels and a slick of Russian Red, and voila. Results shown above. I feel that the grey t-shirt and distinct lack of tan really take the look to the next level.

I really need a life.

This little piggy went to market.

Oh dear, just when things seemed to be going so well, I have been struck down with suspected swine flu. Being confined to my bed, I am ever more thankful for my shiny new macbook. I've spent the best part of this week catching up on Gossip Girl (Blair and Chuck forever!), searching for random things on Spotify resulting in a bad rap, HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY IIIIIINNNNNNN scenario, and of course, watching all the Snog Marry Avoid BBC Iplayer has on offer. It is a guilty pleasure that will not quit, but I refuse to be ashamed. Tide marks be gone, natural beauty rules!

Did You Miss Me?

Just passing through as always, but this time its clearly to show off. This is me celebrating the end of the internship, by dressing up and getting papped by the Daily Mail standing next to the legendary Alex James. What the photo doesn't show you is that my right arm has sneakly snuck round his back. Whoopsie! I had gone over to say thanks for the fabulous show they had put on in Hyde Park the week before, and was thrilled by how charming he was about it all. Totally starstruck!

Was a great way to say goodbye to my (hopefully) final stint of free labour, as who else can say that they got to hang out with Kanyeezy and Pharrell at a work do. Quite.