Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Pyjama party

Nuit et Compagnie

In December I got an email asking if I would like to review some nightwear, and I must say I was really excited. I went around telling whoever would listen that I was going to be sent a pair of beautiful classic pyjamas, in organic cotton no less. It came as a shock to then find out when they arrived that I would have to pay to keep them or pay to send them back. If I'm going to pay for something I want it to be of my own accord, so it left rather a bad taste in my mouth. Now if I'd been told that I could only try it on and then have to send it back, and I'd fallen in love with it, then I might have shelled out. But dropping bombshells like that is a great way of starting a war.

Back to the pyjamas, they're made of an organic cotton satin, which is really lovely to the touch. The print is custom designed specifically for Nuit et Compagnie and finished with a delicate blue piping and matching shell buttons in the shape of little flowers. I tend to wear oversized pyjamas (probably because I'm so used to stealing my boyfriend's clothes and wearing them to bed) so I would recommend ordering a size up to the one you are on the website, I didn't and these certainly would have been too tight for bed. Also if you're on the taller side order up, I'm only 5'6" but these were a little short in the leg, that's not really a problem for bed but these are cute enough to wear outside (if you dare). Price wise these don't come cheap at €160, they are all handmade in Paris, from a custom designed fabric (as mentioned).

If you're still looking for organic pyjamas but these are out of your price range, my other favourites include People Tree and Alas.

Friday, 6 March 2015

#Selfie



With the rise of the selfie I've felt sillier than ever taking photos in public places. I have a constant fear that someone is going to call me out for being the world's biggest narcissist, posing in front of a great big DSLR. That's also why I hardly ever smile, I'm desperately bottling up my terror. While I do feel fairly ridiculous, posing in front of some strangers house, I also love sharing my outfits*, so I just keep going. These particular photos are a rarity for me; if I want to photograph in a public place I usually have a friend/family member there to help, on this occasional I was all on my own. I hope I one day I'll overcome this anxiety to the point that I no longer look like a plank in all my 'selfies'. But chances of seeing me smile at a tripod? Slim.

wearing
dress//People Tree    coat and boots//second hand    bag//H&M

Friday, 13 February 2015

Liberty is for lovers

Valentines schmalentines

Last week I had a girl's day out with my flatmate, and best friend, we headed out to central London on a Wednesday morning in search of Illamasqua and Chinese sweets. We ended up in the basement of Topshop (shudder) and probably my favourite shop in London, Liberty. I've only really taken to stalking the store (is it really stalking if it's not a living entity?) around Christmas to ogle the festive decorations. While browsing all the beauty that I can't have, we stumbled on the chocolate section (any store with a dedicated area to chocolate is a winner in my book) and it's been all dolled up for Valentines! Including some special edition Liberty x Prestat chocolates (subtle hint to my boyfriend right here).

I've never been a big fan of Valentine's day. As the bespectacled nerd that people only talked to when they wanted homework help it was just a shining reminder that other people had more friends (or any
for that matter). At my last school they even had a candy gram (à la Mean Girls). Last year I had my first proper Valentine's date, I got dressed up in a big red dress and my boyfriend and I went to see Casablanca at the Aubin cinema in Shoreditch. We then grabbed some street food, which is hilarious to consume while wearing a giant cape and fur collar, and ended the night with a bottle of buck's fizz (you know, that cheap fizzy stuff they sell for £2 at supermarkets). This year I want to get even more classy and spend the night on the sofa with a nice big takeaway, some sort of rom com and a can of whipped cream (nothing sexual, I just like to eat cream). I hope your Valentine's days are nearly as classy as mine!