Hats.

Why hello there?

Ok, so anyone who knows me knows also of my slight obsession with hats. Yesterday it was a fez (which involved a humorous incident when I thought the tassel was a spider on my book. I don't think I've ever screamed so much in my life.) I also have a beautiful purple cloche hat and several others. I just think they are beautiful. And so glamorous. Anyway today I was walking round the local town flinging my CV at anyone in an attempt to find any work at all, short of prostitution or involving dancing. As I got more and more bored with the general lack of vacancies and rude women in Laura Ashley I went to the charity shops. The ones in this town used to be really good. That was before Peacocks invaded. Now its all meh and scabby, plus why would you pay £7 for a dress from Primark? It's £6 new. Why, why why?

Also 'Mary, Queen of Shops' (oh the hilarity of that pun. I hope she also gets her head cut off...) has ruined them. Apparently its fine to charge exorbitant prices for something when it is rarely worth it. I would give so much more to charity if it didn't cost me £14 for a dress. Cheap skate I know, but I have no money...

In one of the usual haunts today I found a Zandra Rhodes skirt and top. It's been there a while. £20. I should probs have bought and ebayed it, but really couldn't be bothered. Anyway, condemned to the Retro/Fancy Dress pile (always the best bit) was this really cute hat. It was £3 so it's now come home. Showed it to the mother who is very strict on what I bring home. Turns out its rabbit fur with a snake-skin trim. I love even more.

Now please don't have a go at me for my love of natural fibres (which includes fur and skin.) I only buy it vintage, so it's okay right? And is so much better quality than the cheap fakes you find and is (occasionally) cheaper than the good fakes.

Anyway, it's beautiful. Yay!

Here are some random drawings. Apologies for the felt tip seeping through. Seep, seep, seep. Such a good word. Speaking of good words, anyone watch Miranda? Television gold.

The one on the back of this one will be shown at a later date. But I really want a ruff, like proper Elizabethan. So regal. I'd waltz down the high-street, decapitating fellow shoppers.

Mainly because I want a bodice with shells on and an ultra thin calf-length skirt. So I like velly velly much.

Also from an earlier post I said I'm reading the English Patient. The film is silly and doesn't stick to the book and so Caravaggio is scary. And I like me some Caravaggio- especially his Bacchus (which is not a euphemism...) But Ralph Fiennes is freakishly awesome as always and Colin Firth. Well, we just love him. Also in the Importance of Being Ernest. Him and Rupert Everett. LOVE!

Right, I'm off to sort out my wardrobe. I need more space!

BK

Pride and Prejudice.

The new obsession in my head. Never used to like Mr Firth. But as Darcy, y'know I think I am in love. Along with the several other actors and general males to which I profess my love. Oh the joys of being 18- hormones everywhere. But I think it may be the costume and the smouldering and the wet shirt. It's amazing. And in Bridget Jones. God, that film makes me laugh. Sadly his dark saturnine good looks are wilting now. He has not achieved the medal of Improvement with Age. Unlike Dominic Cooper. Loved him in History Boys.
Bar he reminded me of my cousin.

Which was strange.

But woop to him.

Look at that two posts in as many days. I dislike this intense sunshine so a dark computer room seems to be the only worthwhile thing atm. That and reading. Had a week of holiday and already nearly three books down. The English Patient is awesome. Very still. Totally get why Ralph Fiennes played the eponymous role. I love him, and his brother. Right there I go again.

BK

I'm Back.

Ok. So basically after about five months barely being on the computer bar checking up on Facebook I am back. I have about two months of doing nothing bar reading and drawing and socialising until I'm off to uni. That is providing the exams have actually gone to plan.

I've also decided. I shall stick drawings up until I actually get round to dressing up. I have a couple lying round, it helps.

Friday was the Leavers' Ball at my school. Signifying the end of a seven year era for most of us. And as one guy put it- We all scrubbed up rather magnificently. Couldn't have put it better myself. The dresses were spectacular as were many of the guys' braces. Hester's dress was amazing. I did tell her that. A lot. It was Karen Millen, green, short and looked amazing on her.

I went in my mother's vintage 50s dress. I couldn't breath most of the evening as the boning was so tight, but the full length skirt is just so fun to spin round in. Plus, with seamless tights and a beehive, Lucille said I looked like a can-can dancer. It was soo much fun though, a great end.

Soo...

Some drawings for y'all.

Now I need to get back to the TV to carry on screaming at the pitifully bad team that is England. I am definately going to stick with rugby. Have you seen Mike Philips?

BK