Category: Susie Styles

I apologise for going through an initial nesting period whereby I’m more intrigued by a piece of furniture than a pair of shoes. I can assure you that it’s temporary and I’m merely overly chuffed at having found a new hovel to live, in time before fashion week madness begins (sadly no New York for… Continue reading Home is where the stuff is…

I have just spent the night baking a pear tart (I bake surprisingly despite being completely inept in the kitchen…) but that ain’t the only bit of tart I’ve been cutting up… (please read that with a ‘hard nut’ Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels geezer accent…).  I must have some sort of radar for… Continue reading Cut up Bit of Tart

It’s been rather grey, sticky and humid in London – we just can’t seem to get this summer right and seeing as I’ve said to myself that my summer has already ended, despite the actual high temperature, I can’t really be bothered to bring on the bare legs, wear ickle tops or expose the parts… Continue reading Exposing a different way…

So apparently some of you got the email from Urban Outfitters with me parading a lot of tights in my new hovel.  Despite the blood/sweat/tears (I still can’t quite get over the fact that I actually shed those exact three things in the course of moving… it’s just too neatly cliched for words…), I did… Continue reading Mighty Tights