Wednesday, Misc: Merry Christmas in January

Alright, Alright, It's not even the slightest bit christmas anymore, and even we lobbed the baubles in the box to put in the loft today. But confession: I'm still feeding on an out-of-date advent calendar: Peppa Pig, could I get any cooler? I am twenty years old and I think of course not.. But, ssh. It's fine to spread a wee bit more christmas cheer, especially if it involves two of my guests from my future fantasy dinner party (other guests: Deb Roy, Gertrude Stein, Luella Bartley, Kate Nash, The Strokes, Jane Birkin, Richard Siken, Stephen Pinker, Christopher Kane, Emmeline Pankhurst, Sylvia Plath etc etc etc). Christopher Bailey, design director of Burberry Prorsum. A) Yorkshire, therefore B) excellent speaking voice, C) design genious, every collection Burberry puts out I would see myself wearing D) very. pretty. . . . uhem. The Feeling: also, massive love <3 & Dan- G-Sells is also on the Pretty List. So when they did this & this.. =winner :D

Anyways, back to sleep & wondering whethere this wind is ever going to stop growling or not. Apparently not.

Merry Christmas & Happy New 2012: New Years Resolution nummer uno: get braceletlady to a dot.com somehow.. I am on it guys, I am on it.

Quote of the Post: “The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.- Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons.

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Pulse width, design scene,

Monday, Shopping list: Uni

>Shopping list today. Okay, maybe not actual shopping, more imaginary. Like on The Simpsons, where Ned goes to Rod & Tod, 'fantasy christmas' and they pretend to have pogo sticks and shizz. Which is what I need, a pogo stick and a make believe shopping blowout. Confession, man 's difficult having a uni so close to the centre of everything expensive. And theres those awkward hour breaks between lectures. What to do in them, but browse? But I was good today and went to the local library so it felt like I got new things without actually parting with the paper notes. Tho I take out my £50 for the week so I know how much I've got, but then if a fiver goes on the phone and you've done a seperate internet shop, then 's tricky and not £50, rather millions and millions of food purchases, which don't last two minutes, and then it's in your purse and therefore terribly accessible. Bahh at everything money related. Thinking things would be a massive amount easier if we all just traded cattle and pigeons in wicker baskets, like in the good old days of yore. But I'd just end up with a wicked pigeon with a pegleg and we'd stroll the paths of life screwing it all and picking at red berries, it'd be beaut.

But no matter man, just looking, perusing at pretty things, suits me perfectly well. And this way, I can save for the more important purchases and appreciate them better. Okay cheez. fest. yawn a-go-go etcetc. But Imma gonna stick to this if I intend to live on shizzle other than rice and Primark unethical flimzy.

So what are we saving for? Bike for one. I live ahem, 10/15 mins max from uni and everything else, which is pretty lovely, but having a bike with a wicker basket would be dainty sound of music-esque, hand fractured curtain slips. Anyone have a spare grand? P'raps not. Walking should suit me fine.

And a cute little study sweater, complete with nerd-chic glasses. (Nerd-linguistic-chic moment, Dr Seuss invented the word 'nerd' !) A cheap alternative to the study sweater: wear clipboard or post-it-note with 'available for study dates'. However, may get kudos for flash advertising, but fairly few offers.. but y'never know.

The bag needs no explanation, it makes me giggle, so it's on le wish list. & the swimming costume, cause I live 10 mins and not 45 mins away, I'm now shaped like a small beach whale. Hoping costume +swim pass purchase will help in not eating all the pies. om nom NOM.

The ball gown..ahm. There are always balls on at the end of the year. Granted, 's about however many months away, but it might have come off the website by then, and I can't save fast enough for such an item. Could get it now. And wear it to ghastly 9am 2hour lectures as a cheer up quick fix. OoOo. Liking this plan lots and lots.

But have had a little wine. Not too much, mind, but enough to think buying a ballgown in the middle of ball-free winter is a top notch idea. So shall stop now and return to research on Chinese Mandarin Dipthongs.

Quote of the post: 'Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm'- Winston Churchill

Images via: adeline, for the love of chanel, monsoon, bookshelf porn,

:) Emmy xo

Saturday, No Particular Thing, But Jane Birkin etc.

Top to bottom: Jane Birkin, Kirsten Dunst, Edie Campbell & Gait. All sporting full fringe, straight hair get up which I have tried and failed in my younger years. Clamps and irons and straightners on these locks of mine and still no different. Don't get me wrong, born this way, no mistakes etc etc. But if someone said.. who would you like to be for a day.. After perhaps Gordon Ramsay (cause my cooking this evening was shamefull, and it would be nice to yell and swear alot) or Sylvia Plath, Noam Chomsky etc etc then Edie Campbell or Jane Birkin would be joint 4th choices.

Actually, if we are on about being someone else, definetly anyone with a working typewriter and no internet. Purely because you can't loose any of your work, and I just wrote a mediocre kick-ass monologue and it's disapeared somewhere, free and easy. Mildy jel and full of frustration, but no matter.

& I understand the title is a bit wibbly and not in keeping with the rest of this blog tittle tattle, but I'll sort that out when I've got more time and patience and chocolate biscuits.

Quote of the post: 'I'll be your millionaire without a pound to my name' -Set My Heart On Fire, Sons & Lovers.

Images via: Wild thicket, au coin de ma rue, smoke in your hair,

:) Emmy xo

Wednesday, Misc: Painted & Pretty Nails

I'm feeling that I should probably explain today why I spent a good whole five minutes meowing at the back of Cafe Nero. For now however I should say that have come to the apparent conclusion that I think the world, non, the universe is probably split into two simple different species. Nail biters and Non nail biters. ( God, that was an attractive sentence just then.) I used to be part of the latter [the dark] side. Untill my post-stress head said one morning, 'screw, it. I am free and can be anything I wish. I wish to be a non nail biter and then president. But first non nail biter, as I figure that will be easier than becoming president.' But recently have been feelin' that president of a country where I don't reside or know anything about would be significantly easier than being a non nail biter. For it doesn't come withut it's difficulties. To elaborate, I'm thinking some background information about your writer is needed here.

According to the hundered million personality, numerolgy, colour-ogy, vocation finding type test on le interweb, they have all concluded that I am some idealist intense creature most likely to write poetry and slash or paint a pretty picture before falling into a slow and deeply pit of self created depression.* Charming, maybe though albeit abusingly accurate. [..] So only it naturally stands that am crazy-lady stress-head, created at birth to become panic-y Nail Biter. Excellent.

But anyway, back to what I was typing. Apologies L. Gaga, I was not born this way, I will break out box and out my mould to become stress free woman-with-talons. Unfortunate side affects of this are: drumming on every surface I find my fingers. Tho this is mostly stair rails and in human company, much to the annoyance of well, every fellow human. Also scratching. Not in the 'don't steal my chips or I will avenge you' kind of way, but more in examples such like, my laptop has raised little lines, upon which I have begun to form guitar like melodies. Growing long nails makes one very musical, what with the drumming and harmonies 'n all. It is with this reason I feel I have benefited from being a non nail biter.

Other reason include (several many paragraphs down and I have finally got to the point of the post, yey at me) having pretty nails to show off at people, show off your non nail biting skills. Unfortunatley, this does not work for me, as I have probably mentioned, to the right somewhere, that nail polish on my ten fingers makes my fingers age approximatley ten thousand years. I feel as if I should be brandishing a quails egg wand or similiar, as described in the Harry Potter Olivander bits. Complete with warts and a drowning disposition. Well, I am halfway there at least.

I have also realised, several words and characters down this post, that the pretty pics I put with this post are of people with short nails, who are the nail biters of the universe. Boo. But maybe they are non nail biters who groom them as to not be drumming and strumming everywhere. Oo, I like it.

These people also drink pastel matching milkshakes and eat whole meal sandwhich lunches. Or they where hardcore metal bling and fondle what looks to be faded nineties pictures of Leo Dicaprio. Either way the non nail biter lives sound like the way to go. I'll leave that to you lovely readers to decide.

Quote of the post: 'Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine' -Lord Byron, Keep Calm and Carry On book. (special mensh to Chris for this one)

* Personal summary evaluated from the following: INFP (Myers-Briggs) AIS (Holland Career Interest) Violet (That thing they did in the Daily Express the other day)

Images via: studded hearts, you are my fave, mad voodoo queen, tumblr,

:) Emmy xo

Sunday, Youtube Vids: Funny

After being such a grumpy bunny lately, figured I'd share some videos that made me giggle:

The first one explains the 2nd picture, which is of Francis and Fred from 'Made in Chelsea' (love!) and their little thing on the E4 site, here, is haahah worthy, or 'lol' worthy as the kids say nowadays. (I am now 20, I am not up to day with the yoof) The 1st vid with the picture, linked here is from the boys from the film 'He's Just Not That Into You'. Which I actually loved and not many people do, which is sad. Mew, anywho.

The 3rd shot was just funny. And a personal goal. Shall learn how to knit with spaghetti once I am old. Looking forward to it greatly.

Quote of the Post: 'So now I'm supposed to run from every guy that doesn't like me? There's not gonna be anybody left'- Gigi, He's just not that into you.

(Btw, it is Sunday when I write this, 's just my laptop is backwards when it says 'Monday'. LIES.LIES. I do know what the days of the week are, obvs..)

Images via: made in chelsea, una bella vita.

:) Emmy xo

Wednesday, Misc: Split-Screen

Not much to say today. Well I say that, but that's never true and you'll end up with a six thousand word essay to read cause I can't stop spouting this intolerable drivel. But no matter, this whole thing may just be a couple more lines long. Though you never know, I might surprise myself and say a whole alot more. Oh shut up.

Split screen is my fave today, and I am 20. Which is odd. The 20 thing, not the split screen thing. Which is sort of an odd thing to have as a fave, but we've never been quite straight forward on here so, hey ho, there you go.

Split-screen is excellent because you can watch two things at the same time, watch two different sides to a story. Effective narrative, etc etc. Which works in all of these examples, the 500 Days of Summer sequence, which was expectations against reality. The Bad Day music video by Daniel Powter and the 'Split Screen, A Love Story' vid shows the side by side views of two people. (You have to watch the love story video, 's absoloutley beaut). And the clever film 'Conversations With Other Women' is also worth a watch, but it takes several minutes to get your head round what's happening and what to focus on.

Anyway, I should run off to, cause now I am twenty and in search of something to show for the past double-decade years. Untill next time,

Quote of the Post: 'Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you anywhere' -Albert Einstein.

Images via: una bella vita, fairymina, delvynmc,

:) Emmy xo

Tuesday, Colour Love: Garnet

Back with my 'organising the blog' phase. Which tells you how organised and sorted I am, referring to this creative upheaval as just a 'phase'. I'm going to try and make this permanent, I promise guys. Scouts honor, an all that. This is just the beginning of possibly a new chapter in the life and it transcends into a wide variety of areas, the blog in particular. Okay, only the blog. I'm still a scruffpot ragdoll man-child and no one knows quite what to do with me, but no matter, eyy? Anyway, on with buisiness.

Garnet, the colour of cherries and of heartbreak, I have decided. (Bit dramatic, haha) But was reading the Vogue supplement thing that came out an issue or two ago, about the new trends, and 's probably not, ahem, trendy to repeat them or anything, but I figured this is one I could go with, pretty doable, as opposed to fur or day-glo or similiar. And as shown above, this is fairly flexible with any hair colour, which, tbh is how I pick out my clothes in a store. Thus explains the 'mild' obsession with purple; the clueless and somewhat blind belief that it goes with le brunette hair.

Just thinking to myself right now, why did this particular colour movement stand out more than the others? Also, pecan pie is not as nice as I first thought.*dissapointments*. Possibly because garnet is such a rich, jewel shade, but having said all that, I just googled the definition and the actual stones, according to crystal-cure garnet comes in dark brown, green, a lighter brown and a weak peach sort of colour. Oh. What was Vogue thinking about then, when all the dark red of the a/w season were christened garnet? Well nevermind, today, it is the colour of cherries and of heartbreak. It's the gemstone of 'successful business', 'constancy in friendships' and the symbol of 'love and compasion'. It also fixes thyroids and spleens, interestingly enough. Might get one, just incase the old spleen needs a-fixin', as you do.

Another reason why this colour has stuck inside my head, more than any other usefull information, is because it's one of those trends, perhaps cause of how flexible it is, that has filtered down to the highstreet. Can't stoll into a River Island or a Topshop these days without seeing the little garnet, mustard and petrol blue sections over there. And corduroy trousers, almost. A bit Marcus Brigstocke, which could always be fun.

My contribution to this little look would be the 'frilled chiffon tea dress' up there, which I sort of accidentally bought cause I was having a bit of a wrestle with the undergarment, the slippery, cheeky thing. Let me side track a bit: I was thinking about this post a while ago, jotting down ideas and I've found that these posts slip into my subconcious and I end up purchasing what I'm posting about, which shouldn't be all that surprising really, but it is for le bank account. One day I'll post my love for a Burberry plum-coloured trenchcoat and I'll wonder later where the £400 got to. Sneaky...

& The photo up top is myself sitting with my pal JohnJohn at a party, 's a sweet shot. Apologies it's not a proper, camera infront of mirror one, but heyho, you know I own it now. & I was sort of matchy with John, so it was nice.

Would've preferred it as an oversize knit, like the 3rd pic but must stop collecting these oversized knits. It's barely ever weather-fine. But it's Autumn now, so I like to think I blend with the leaves here. *you saw nothing*

Quote of the Post: 'and you don't know what to do with your recently orphaned august daydreams.. and you set them on fire until all the trees are smouldering red and orange and yellow' -Here Is The Truth About September, Unknown.

Images Via: Style compare (originally, New Look), airanooukyuu, thus far west, HIMYS.

:) Emmy xo

(Last post as a 19 year old! Will be 20 in about seven minutes..)