Ohhh, today was meant to be such a good day...It was the day my ASOS delivery was meant to arrive. Well, when I say 'meant' it actually 'did', there was just a huge glaring problem with it.
Surely everyone knows the feeling - you find yourself casually browsing a website then, all of a sudden, you see it - POW (that's for you, J!) You find the exact item you have been searching for for ages. It's the perfect colour, the exact style you have been looking for - it's like seeing an oasis mirage in the middle of the desert. Well, that's how I felt the other day when I stumbled across some lovely grey tailored shorts on ASOS. They were really cute, not too short to bare the old bum cheeks, yet not so long they look like you have borrowed a pair of your Grandad's long-johns. Ideal. Plus they weren't too guilt-inducing on the old bank balance:
So, with glee, I whipped out the debit card and purchased the shorts (along with a couple of hair bands, some more House of Holland knee high socks and a cardigan...) I then sat back, satisfied, and waited for the day I were to get a knock on the door from the postman.
Fast forward to this afternoon. There I was, tapping away at home on my laptop, when the buzzer rang. When I realised it were my ASOS delivery I got very excited and, after eagerly grabbing my parcel from the postman, sat down on the sofa to unwrap the parcel of love. First I saw the shorts in their packaging. My first thought was, "oooh, nice colour." My second thought was, "they are quite a nice length". My third thought was, "WTF IS THIS??? ARE THESE SHORTS MEANT FOR ONE PERSON OR TWO?!!" Yep, you have probably guessed already. My shorts had arrived, but instead of sending me a size 8 they had sent me a size 16. I was gutted. It was like asking Santa for a Ski-chic Barbie and receiving a jigsaw puzzle. Or a mug with a dog on it. Or alcohol-free wine. Naturally, I took it all in my stride, and calmly and rationally thought that these things happen sometimes, that everyone makes mistakes..
..Did I heck.
I was fuming. I'm ashamed to say that I (very childishly) threw the shorts on the floor, loudly declared ASOS to be a bunch of f**k wits and stamped my foot so hard our irritating OAP neighbour actually knocked on the door asking if I was ok. Of course I couldn't tell her the real reason was that I had flown into a full-blown, toddler-style sulk over receiving a pair of shorts that were as useful as a chocolate teapot. I made up a lame excuse about tripping over the pile of shoe boxes in the hallway which I still haven't got round to moving yet. She bought it and naffed off. Thank goodness.
After collecting my thoughts I have since logged on the site this evening to try and re-order the correct shorts in my size. Just as I was starting to calm down, I saw the words every shopper lives in fear of: OUT OF STOCK.
Nooooooo! Damn you ASOS, damn you! Talk about kicking a girl when she is down!
So sadly the search continues. I am still lusting after a pair of tailored grey shorts. STILL. Oh well, I guess this gives me even more of an excuse when M nags me for online shopping in the evenings - it's like a challenge now, and I sure ain't going to be beaten!
Now..Where did I put my debit card?!.....
On another note, the brand new A/W '10 Kate Moss range has gone on sale today. I'm particularly loving the iconic pansy print tea dress and brown scallop-detail leather jacket - perfect for dressing up or down with heels and a clutch for evenings or brown leather boots and tights for the day:
www.topshop.com
Happy shopping!
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Monday, 1 November 2010
London Calling..Let the Chaos Commence...
After spending the weekend with the girls they managed to persuade me to put aside my busy work schedule in the evenings and try and breathe some life back into my blog. I admit that I have been utterly rubbish with updating this, but I have had good reason! I started working for an American company called LivingSocial two and a half months ago and have been tirelessly working away to launch LivingSocial Bristol. There have been some ups (namely managing to secure some fabulous deals for all the lovely LivingSocial Bristol followers) and some downs (slipping on my arse on a shiny floor when meeting the GM of a very well-established venue in Bristol - to name a few) but we are finally there and launching on Thursday. Marvellous. Don't forget to register here if you want to receive daily emails with exclusive deals on spas, salons, restaurants and experiences in Bristol:
http://partners.livingsocial.com/deals/how_it_works
Anyway, shameless plug over, let's get on to the juicy stuff - shopping!
As I mentioned, this weekend I went to London with my lovely friends C and J to stay with my other equally lovely friend H who has recently moved there. On Saturday afternoon we decided to do some leisurely browsing around the famous Portobello market and what an experience that was! I LOVED it. Everywhere you looked there were little stalls filled with exciting and unique little knick knacks - a true shoppers dream. As someone who has only ever shopped in your standard high street shops (with the occasional naughty slip into designer - Net-a-Porter, I love you but my bank balance hates you) I couldn't believe how amazing some of the pieces on offer were. The girls and I quickly fell in love with one particular stall selling vintage mini-pocket watches on long necklace chains. They were stunning - really beautifully detailed and unlike anything I had ever seen before. Needless to say, we all rifled through the huge selection and each settled on one. A bargain at £10 each and, as I was informed by H, not dissimilar to those sold on the Rock and Rose jewellery website for £40 each.
Next, after treating ourselves to a gorgeous mulled wine, we visited All Saints. For all you All Saints fans out there, this was like the mothership of All Saints stores. I was particularly pleased because I managed to pick up some gorgeous skinny black trousers whilst I was there. The best way to describe them is a cross between denim and leather-effect. They sound hideous but are really lovely on and will look great teamed with a big chunky cardigan and my new flat black leather boots for the day time, or killer heels and a nice top for the evening:
http://www.allsaints.com/women/jeggings/kenna-ashby/black/wph739-5
After a leisurely afternoon we then, typically after realising the time, had to leg it back to Chiswick as we realised that we only had 2 hours to get ready before leaving for our dinner reservation at Gilgamesh. As you can imagine, chaos ensued. Nobody could decide what to wear. Eventually after 13 outfit changes between the 4 of us, 4 seperate discussions r.e the usual "tights, or no tights?" dilemma, shouts of "can you see my love handles?" and one minor beast r.e hair (and I quote, "WTF?? It wasn't meant to look like thiiisssssss!!!!") we were on our way on the tube, swigging Disaronno and Coke out of a Robinsons Orange squash bottle. Hey, the plan was always to get a litle tipsy at the flat before leaving and there was no way we were going to let the bottle of Disaronno go to waste - you can take the girl out of Bristol, and all that!
After a wonderful meal (and a couple of divine cocktails) in Gilgamesh we, once again, realised that we had lost track of time and that we had approximately 13 minutes to get from Camden to Mahiki at Green Park before they closed the guest list. Chaos: Take 2. I don't know if you have ever tried it, but FYI, running at break neck speed in sky-high heels and a short dress past crowds of lechy men down a busy main road to a heaving tube station is by no means an easy feat. The race was on, and it was every (wo)man for themselves. After making the mistake of trying to simultaneously light a cigarette (with a duff lighter) and totter/scamper along trying not to lose track of the others C, sensing my difficulty, exclaimed in manner of a soldier going into battle, "DON'T DO IT SOPH, DITCH THE BLUE LIGHTER - IT'S RUBBISH. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THE BLUE ONE - IT'S A TIMEWASTER. USE THE RED ONNEEEEEEEE". When spotting the tube train on the platform, and the doors about to close, J actually crashed through two women wearing faux fur coats in what appeared to be slow motion. We had made it. I don't think I had ever been so proud. Our hair may have been all over the place, we may have been out of breath and our feet might have been killing but we made it into Mahiki. Oh, and what a night it was...The one thing I will say is, however gorgeous they are, never underestimate the cripping power of a stiletto heel - or an inbuilt platform for that matter. Ouchy.
True to form, after returning home yesterday I set up camp on the sofa and settled myself down for a hungover evening of internet shopping. After taking some inspiration from an outfit I saw in Mahiki I checked out www.mytights.com to try and find some interesting tights which would provide an edgy twist to a simple outfit. In particular, the House of Holland range are great, and I settled on some black lace-patterned sheer black tights and some cute long socks to wear with boots. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - simple accesories, such as head bands,hair accessories, long socks and funky tights are a really brilliant way to spice up your look without breaking the bank.
For my parting note, I will leave you with two particular quotes of wisdom from this weekend:
"I'm going to ask your opinion, I know these wedges look orthapaedic, but do they go? They are sooo comfy.."
"Look after your nails and, err, your nails will look after you..?"
Don't you just love girls?! ;)
http://partners.livingsocial.com/deals/how_it_works
Anyway, shameless plug over, let's get on to the juicy stuff - shopping!
As I mentioned, this weekend I went to London with my lovely friends C and J to stay with my other equally lovely friend H who has recently moved there. On Saturday afternoon we decided to do some leisurely browsing around the famous Portobello market and what an experience that was! I LOVED it. Everywhere you looked there were little stalls filled with exciting and unique little knick knacks - a true shoppers dream. As someone who has only ever shopped in your standard high street shops (with the occasional naughty slip into designer - Net-a-Porter, I love you but my bank balance hates you) I couldn't believe how amazing some of the pieces on offer were. The girls and I quickly fell in love with one particular stall selling vintage mini-pocket watches on long necklace chains. They were stunning - really beautifully detailed and unlike anything I had ever seen before. Needless to say, we all rifled through the huge selection and each settled on one. A bargain at £10 each and, as I was informed by H, not dissimilar to those sold on the Rock and Rose jewellery website for £40 each.
Next, after treating ourselves to a gorgeous mulled wine, we visited All Saints. For all you All Saints fans out there, this was like the mothership of All Saints stores. I was particularly pleased because I managed to pick up some gorgeous skinny black trousers whilst I was there. The best way to describe them is a cross between denim and leather-effect. They sound hideous but are really lovely on and will look great teamed with a big chunky cardigan and my new flat black leather boots for the day time, or killer heels and a nice top for the evening:
http://www.allsaints.com/women/jeggings/kenna-ashby/black/wph739-5
After a leisurely afternoon we then, typically after realising the time, had to leg it back to Chiswick as we realised that we only had 2 hours to get ready before leaving for our dinner reservation at Gilgamesh. As you can imagine, chaos ensued. Nobody could decide what to wear. Eventually after 13 outfit changes between the 4 of us, 4 seperate discussions r.e the usual "tights, or no tights?" dilemma, shouts of "can you see my love handles?" and one minor beast r.e hair (and I quote, "WTF?? It wasn't meant to look like thiiisssssss!!!!") we were on our way on the tube, swigging Disaronno and Coke out of a Robinsons Orange squash bottle. Hey, the plan was always to get a litle tipsy at the flat before leaving and there was no way we were going to let the bottle of Disaronno go to waste - you can take the girl out of Bristol, and all that!
After a wonderful meal (and a couple of divine cocktails) in Gilgamesh we, once again, realised that we had lost track of time and that we had approximately 13 minutes to get from Camden to Mahiki at Green Park before they closed the guest list. Chaos: Take 2. I don't know if you have ever tried it, but FYI, running at break neck speed in sky-high heels and a short dress past crowds of lechy men down a busy main road to a heaving tube station is by no means an easy feat. The race was on, and it was every (wo)man for themselves. After making the mistake of trying to simultaneously light a cigarette (with a duff lighter) and totter/scamper along trying not to lose track of the others C, sensing my difficulty, exclaimed in manner of a soldier going into battle, "DON'T DO IT SOPH, DITCH THE BLUE LIGHTER - IT'S RUBBISH. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THE BLUE ONE - IT'S A TIMEWASTER. USE THE RED ONNEEEEEEEE". When spotting the tube train on the platform, and the doors about to close, J actually crashed through two women wearing faux fur coats in what appeared to be slow motion. We had made it. I don't think I had ever been so proud. Our hair may have been all over the place, we may have been out of breath and our feet might have been killing but we made it into Mahiki. Oh, and what a night it was...The one thing I will say is, however gorgeous they are, never underestimate the cripping power of a stiletto heel - or an inbuilt platform for that matter. Ouchy.
True to form, after returning home yesterday I set up camp on the sofa and settled myself down for a hungover evening of internet shopping. After taking some inspiration from an outfit I saw in Mahiki I checked out www.mytights.com to try and find some interesting tights which would provide an edgy twist to a simple outfit. In particular, the House of Holland range are great, and I settled on some black lace-patterned sheer black tights and some cute long socks to wear with boots. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - simple accesories, such as head bands,hair accessories, long socks and funky tights are a really brilliant way to spice up your look without breaking the bank.
For my parting note, I will leave you with two particular quotes of wisdom from this weekend:
"I'm going to ask your opinion, I know these wedges look orthapaedic, but do they go? They are sooo comfy.."
"Look after your nails and, err, your nails will look after you..?"
Don't you just love girls?! ;)
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