Looked out the window.
And look what I saw...
Snow! In October!
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Sunday, 26 October 2008
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wishlist
Lady Luck Rules OK Swallow Name Necklace [£13]
Thomas Hardy's Tess Of The D'Urbervilles - After becoming addicted to the BBC's TV series, I think it's about time I read the book...
Motel 'Razzamatazz' Dress [£55]
Marc Jacobs Daisy Au De Toilette [£40 - Boots]
Tatty Devine Moustache Necklace [£23]
Lady Luck Rules OK Swallow Name Necklace [£13]
Thomas Hardy's Tess Of The D'Urbervilles - After becoming addicted to the BBC's TV series, I think it's about time I read the book...
Motel 'Razzamatazz' Dress [£55]
Marc Jacobs Daisy Au De Toilette [£40 - Boots]
Tatty Devine Moustache Necklace [£23]
Friday, 24 October 2008
Thursday, 23 October 2008
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My favourite poem - Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Saturday, 18 October 2008
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"I believe great style cannot be taught or bought - you either have that sense of timelessness and elegance, or an ability to wear things years before they're in fashion or you don't"
- Zac Posen
- Zac Posen
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
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I was reading an ancient copy of mum's Marie Claire today, when I came across an article on this Angolan beauty pageant called Miss Landmine. Basically, it's a beauty pageant for women who've been maimed by land mines and been left with some form of disability. Nearly all the contestants have had a limb amputated, and there was a woman this year who'd also been blinded in one eye. The thing is, these women are stunningly beautiful. They could have been supermodels if not for the horrific accidents they'd been in as children. The winner this year was Augusta Urica, and as her prize for becoming Miss Landmine 2008, she was given a custom-made prosthetic leg and is now an ambassador for Angola's fight against landmines.
I just thought I'd mention that, because these women are truly inspiring and much better role models than most celebrities these days.
I just thought I'd mention that, because these women are truly inspiring and much better role models than most celebrities these days.
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