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.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may.

Ah, that line reminds me of playing the game on Encarta. Endless hours of strange snippets of knowledge. Perhaps if the internet hadn't have come along, I'd have become a pub quiz genius thanks to that fabulous thing.

But it did, and therefore I found a new love. And new ways to procrastinate. But oh, isn't this Jonathan Saunders dress just lovely. Its up on The Outnet for half its original retail price, but at £300 it is still more than this lowly intern can afford. However, if you do get paid to shift your arse out of bed and commute with people who like to read the Metro so much, they don't mind if they fall on you, disturbing your precious sleep as you sail through Dollis Hill, then please, go purchase here.

Oh yes, the blog neglect continues as work asked me to stay on for an extra month, which is very exciting and flattering, but sadly takes me no closer to my goal of actually being able to afford anything. My one extravagance this week was an oatmeal and raisin cookie. For £1.21. Is that really what 10 seconds of mild enjoyment costs these days? Actually, don't answer that.

All Aplogies

Image: Elle Magazine, by Fashionsquad

Another day, another woeful excuse. Again I've not been around much, and again I can only aplogise. Since I've last been here, blogspot has seen fit to log me out, the blog doesn't feature on my dropdown list of recently visited websites, and England has had a brief, but, rather exciting blast of Summer weather. So much so that I have even seen fit to abandon my ever present black Tabio opaques in favour of a pair of old 3/4 length H&M leggings, which for the past few years, have only had outings under the protection of knee high boots or at the gym. Whatever. Following a liberal dose of Garnier summer body self tan moisturiser I'm totally rocking them out(side).

Above is a photo of the fabulous Lykke Li, who I was lucky enough to catch (in the sunshine again, poor melatonin addled brain) at Lovebox last summer. She's still managing to be fab even though she appears to have lost half her leg in a scanning incident. But then, who doesn't wish they could do a bit of instant thigh minimisation every once in a while? I feel this is only working in my own head. I'll move on. Quickly. Here she is rocking out the stupendous Acne Fall 09 footwear, as seen in fashion week perched proudly on a pedestal. Just as they should be, perfectly majestic.

It was Miss Scarlet in the bedroom...

If ever there was a photo to show the haters what for, then this has to be it. I gawked at it no less than five minutes after prodding at my own rapidly ginger-ing mane, worrying when I would find the time to dye it back to dark brown again. Scarlet looks beyond sumptous here; I love the eye makeup and the matte but still there lips. Definitely one to try and copy once I've popped into Boots and picked up my two boxes of dye for a fiver. Bless these credit crunch times. A statement which immediately takes all the glamour out of everything. Oh well, for this mere mortal it will just have to do.

Phwoar ScarJo. Phwoar.

From Marni With Love.

Forgive me for the cheese on toast title, but I've spent the last few Sunday afternoons curled up in a hungover ball on JDCs lap watching old Bond movies.

How gorgeous are these? They remind me of the D&G ribbon/bows/broches belt that has been spotted in every editorial under the sun recenly. Such a simple diy idea, which will allow me to wear all my charity shop broch bling at once. I went through a phase of picking up anything shiny I could lay my hands on in the Sue Ryder shop in Bemondsey. Shiny things make me very happy.

In other news. Today was Mother's day, so we spent the afternoon rummaging through the racks at the 'Frock Me' vintage fashion fair, where I walked away with a very pretty pink sheer dress with silver diamante detailing. Photos to follow I'm sure. I just need to get a pretty slip to go under it, as I'm hoping the thick black tights will be banished from my daily wear as the weather hots up. But then, this is England and while we do love to talk about the weather, things never really do go to plan!

Right, its 21:54, which is far too late for me to be up on a schoolnight. An old friend is starting as an intern for the other Director tomorrow, so I need to be on form to show her the ropes (and at least get up early enough to fix my wayward fringe...)

That's quite enough.

Oh my goodness. When I saw these I knew my own sequin leggings love affair was over. Up on ebay they went, and have sold this evening for a pleasing amount. No, I didn't advertise them with this picture! If ever there was an example of when trends go bad this is it.

Otherwise, I'm sorry that I've been neglecting the blog over the last few weeks. I started my internship at the Serpentine Gallery two weeks ago, and all the running around in the daytime means that I'm tucked up in bed by half nine every night with very little time to browse the internet, and much less time to go out shopping! This however is probably a good thing, since I'm not being paid at the moment and am therefore having to budget in quite a drastic manner, which is something I'm still getting used to. I just have to keep reminding myself how good this will look on my CV and how 3 months isn't actually such a long time when you consider that I'll be working for the rest of my life. Otherwise, there are always pictures like the one above just to remind you how silly fashion can sometimes be! Nothing quite like a wardrobe purge to make one feel frugal!