Hair

Trying to find a job (again) Failed. (again) So life is great. Plus I spent the whole of yesterday in a car reading, without air conditioning. And as it wasn't moving it was stifling. So, woop.

Whilst in town today I saw this girl with the most amazing hair ever. She was probably about 5'2" and it reached below her bum. It was kinda bright chesnut and really waving and shiny. And she had masses of it. For me it was the ultimate hair. I told her this. I felt like such a nice person...

Also, am loving Lady Gaga's acoustic version of Paparazzi. It's so hard to play, but I just love her and her craziness.

I guess this is going to be quite a short post. I might write again later...

Rough sketch of my Leavers' Ball dress.

Hester's leaving dress. It's still in the Karen Millen shops.

BK

Universities

Went to Cambridge University today for Dolly. She wants to Land Management, because she can get seriously wealthy as an outcome from it!

Anyway it was soooooo hot. As in unbearably so. I stole my dad's vintage Panama- it's now officially mine, yay! The charity shops were surprisingly naff. Though the books were great. I bought a copy of Medea and a complete collection of Oscar Wilde for Dolly's birthday. Also the latest Philippa Gregory. I have a slight obsession with historical romances. This one- The White Queen- is about Elizabeth Woodville and shows her in a completely different way to Sharon Penman's Sunne in Splendour (which is so good, it's ridiculous.)

The vintage shop had little stock, but what it had was really good. It's so nice to go to a vintage shop and find the only cotton dresses to cost £50. There was a really cute pinafore dress, but it made me look pregnant. Which is never good... But there was this super-pretty 50s skirt. Sadly my waist is not 23" or I would have snapped it up. I might consider toning up merely to wear some of those beautiful skirts.

I just love maxi dresses and shorts at the moment. Extremes, but short skirts look funny on my chunky legs and (thank God) I have the height to pull off full length dresses.

More drawings as I haven't the energy to write more (which I would probably reverse in about two minutes...)

A slight Classics enthusiast I just couldn't resist drawing yet another Grecian style dress. I love that sort of twisted rope neckline. And the nude colour is so pretty.

Major draping. Inner corset. This is sultry nights (one of the themes for Gok's Fashion Fix this week.) Not Grecian. And the Temperley gown used. I would kill for clothes like that.

Hmmm, can't think of anything more to say. Oh, any suggestions for summer shoes? My trainers are ruined and I can't wear leather boots as I have to wear socks with them. What shall a girl do?! Plus earlier in Office I asked for a size 8, they bought about a size 6 pair as 'they had no size 8's left.' What was I going to do with a size 6 pair??!!

BK

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

Apoligies once again.

Wow, two posts in two months. That's really not a good new year's resolution to have. I feel I'm justified, especially as no-one actually reads this... I guess not owning my own camera has its downfalls. However I do have more drawings to put up, and hopefully with the sewing machine I'm getting for my birthday they can become a reality. I will get round to it soon, am so busy with unis and stuff atm, plus all the snow! I got snowed in for four days, twice already this year. And just before exams, scary stuff.

Will blog soon as have an essay to finish and Glee to watch.

Over and out,
BK

Month

In fact over a month. Have been ridiculously busy. Plus haven't been on the old PC due to a lovely thing called snow, and bad Internet. Plus have exams all next week, yay. But it's my birthday before so I can have a slight break from the hardcore revision.

New Years was so much fun. Cherry had a bunch of friends round and we had to dress up as a culture. There were a lot of French people. What was funny was that though the outfits were all different they were so similar. Breton tops, black bottoms, pumps, beret, beauty spot, red lipstick. We also had Russians, Greeks, Pirates, Japanese and I went American. Which was fun. 1930s to be exact. Bias-cut dress, fake fur coat, black heels, red lipstick and big hair. Sadly the accent didn't last long, but celebrations lasted til 6.30am.

Due to the snow round here it's been freezing, well just below to be pedantic. So its been wool, wool and more wool. Evensong involved floor length kilts and cashmere coats. Christmas Eve was a red wool jumper dress and Christmas Day was tweed plus fours and cashmere jumper. An effective way to keep warm.

Got to go finish off my three essays before Tuesday, so

Over and Out,
BK

Gripes

I am so bad at this keeping track of posts thing. I think at school, I shall write, I will. But do I? No. I'm now so deeply inundated under reading a whole book for university interview next week and mock exams and lack of transport. I wish I could drive, as am actually going to have to sneak out of the house of Saturday to attend a friend's 18th. Hopefully Hester will provide a lift. Fingers crossed.
Atm I am completely obsessed with Ugly Betty and Gossip Girl. GG has some ridiculously cool clothes, and I'm thinking if only I had the legal rights to code post gossip about people at school. I have so much. I love gossip. Don't you?
In the Aeneid, Rumour is described as this flying beast with thousands of mouths, eyes and ears, saying as many lies as truths. That's what I love about gossip. It's amazing. Only thing people know me. They won't tell me.
I might say something. There's a guy at school who says that he could never 'fancy' (hate that word) someone as he sees the flaws in everyone. Baring in mind, most people judge him as someone who is arrogant and annoying, I don't think he is in the right place to judge. He is a friend though, and I can cope with his annoying factors.
I mean I'm not a psychologist or anything, but I find people's mentalities towards life so strange. Take my best friends, all girls. They think that a guy opening the door for them is demeaning and it's as if the feminist movement didn't happen. My liking it makes me the enemy in this whole thing. I like a bit of common courtesy and behave like a woman, and don't try to be an equal. I know I am intellectually, but not physically. Also the whole idea of a girl fawning over a guy and acting all submissive, head on shoulder or anything, is going to make a guy possessive over you. So when they do, why do girls get annoyed? Mixed signals and all that jazz. It's strange, I like the whole cool, distant and silently interesting. The whole boisterous, overly flirtatious and almost sycophantic nature most of my friends have really gets to me, especially when they get irritated that a guy feels possessive or likes them.

Very strange. I might just change from fashion to gossip or general rants about those little things that annoy me.

Believe me I have a lot. Of both categories.

Over and Out,

BK

Catch up...

3rd November?! Ouch, can't believe I haven't blogged for that long. Actually I can as I have been ridiculously busy over the last three (?) weeks. I think that was half termish... maybe.
Well, since then, or before then once I get my brain in gear, been to Camden (without money as I left my purse on the school bus) school productions, university applications, university essays, preparation for interviews, mock exams, poker nights and international rugby matches.

I won't give a run through of all as that would be boring and I doubt you care, but I might say the odd thing. I have loooads of drawings to post, but I need to find them as at this current moment they are in an assortment of places round the house.

I have soo many parties coming up, I think I'm booked most Saturdays from 5th Dec to the 17th January. But that depends on my maths, which is not exactly top notch as the phrase would be. I need dresses and shoes and hair styles and themes and a mask. It is going to be chaotic.
One friend's theme is smart/casual. I stick with that being quite possibly the most annoying theme ever as everyone had different ideas for it and smart/casual for some is obviously completely different for others. Anyone got a definition?

I'm thinking short dress and heels, but I only own one suitable pair of heels that can walk in due to the unfortunate mixture of having fat feet and no heel. Unless I can steal some from Cherry, they will have to last me another party season. The next party is Austin Powers themed. Or 60s. I don't do sixties due to not having the right body shape and as we are in a recession i have very little money. I'm thinking Brigitte Bardot, but maybe in an 80s sequin dress. I love themed parties, but don't have the money to waste on a dress which I'm never going to wear again. And for once the mother has nothing to offer, apart from maybe her stiletto boots... I will have to enquire...

Then Christmas party. Masquerade themed. I'm considering going all out and dyeing my hair so no-one knows who I am. But that won't work. Plus I don't want one of those cheap plasticky masks. I'm going gold and nude, the shoes will need to make an appearance again, and Dolly is going black and silver. Will be awesome. I'm stealing one of the mother's dresses, again.

I'm so glad my mum has a huge wardrobe of lovely stuff that I can steal, when I ask. Most I have been denied till I'm 18, but I manage. Last week I stole this really cool full-length pink lace dress for our 'poker night.' It was so much fun, as all the guys dressed up in suits and bow-ties and the girls in cocktail dresses. All drinking alcoholic, and non-alcoholic cocktails, it was great. Though I did have to leave early as the parents have a weird thing about me being out late, mainly because they have to come pick me up...
Next year is the 6th form ball. It's smarter than the prom, which I wore a full length dress to anyway, so I'm hoping to steal the mother's ball gown. Fingers-crossed.

Just to fill you in...:) I really should get back to work,

Over and Out,
BK

Sorry

I apologise for the lack of blogs lately. Am basically blogging to inform all that I am not dead or any other strange predicament. Will do a more extensive blog at some point, atm struggling with essays for university applications. JOYS! So unbelievably excited... Will fill you in in my strange and slightly boring half term laters as need to write about the role of factions in Tudor England. Woop...
But I shall leave you with this thought.
Lucie Jones on X Factor. Rock week. Scary cross between Kristeb Stewart and lead singer of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Believe I was in hysterics.
Who to win? I go Olly and his amazing thrusting dance moves.
Btw check out this month's Vogue. British boys. British is best. Come on Eddie Redmayne et al. I love you.

Over and out,
BK