Tag Archives: satchel

Newcastle Blonde.

1 Feb

I don’t know what I would call this style so lets go for crazymothafu***mongface. But I do love it and I am wearing all of my absolute favourite items of clothing in one hell of a mess look so it’s all good in the hood bizzatccheezzz.


Bowler hat: £5 – Stiches.
Glasses: £1 – Primark.
Jumper:£1 – Charity Shop.
Fantasy Fur Coat: £5 – Charity Shop.
Denim shorts: Cast off from Benny I believe which I cut up to micro size naturally.
Love Heart Tights: £6 – Topshop.
Studded Ankle Boots: £15 – that shop that isn’t Garage but near there.
Nude Satchel: £10 – Primark.

As you can now see in the above picture I am a blonde, have I got any dumber? – yes, that bleach must kill millions of brain cells.

Replace the lace.

15 Aug

The other day for a birthday trip I went up to Newcastle with the BFFs to go on a mega shopping trip. Although in the end it wasn’t that mega as I left my cash card in my boyfriends wallet and only had £40 to spend. But in actual fact it all worked out brilliantly in the end as I spent my money on what I needed and didn’t waste any money on what I didn’t need – for once! Continue reading

Too-wit Too-woo

1 Aug

So the other day when I was in town mindlessly wandering around waiting for 9.40 so I could go pick up my glasses from the opticians I saw Debenhams and I thought oh I miseawell go in and see if they have anything good downstairs (the downstairs being the cool clothes part.)


At first I walked over to the H for Henry Holland part as there was a sale and I wanted to see if the varsity jacket (all I want in life is a varsity jacket but it is impossible!) that I have been longing for was in the sale and it was! I seen it from a few metres away and got all excited only to find out that it was a size 16!! BOOOO. All the clothes in the sale were BOGOF and I spotted some jeans that I’ve wanted for a while so picked them up immediately and a cute mesh dress that I thought “oh this can be the free one.” I needed to try the jeans on as I’m only short and didn’t want to buy jeans that were too long in the leg – plus they had patches on my knees and I didn’t want the patches to appear on my ankles. But to my dismay there were no changing rooms open or any assistants that I could go “oi, bitch open the changing rooms for me.” So with a heavy heart I put the clothes back on the sale rail. Continue reading