Choking on Mustard

Remember that bit in Devil Wears Prada when Miranda Priestley gives a devastatingly acerbic comeback about the origins of Andie’s cerulean blue sweater?  If you don’t, click to the left for a reminder.  Anyhow, I’m wondering whether the same pattern will happen for the colour mustard.  At least, for my own benefit.  As I was… Continue reading Choking on Mustard

Shop as the natives shop….

So my weekend in Stockholm (and my first time to Scandinavia) yielded some very good things indeed.  To be honest, I had been scare-mongered beforehand by every person telling me ‘Ooh… Stockholm…it’s frightfully expensive!’ so I wasn’t actually expecting to come back with anything.  As I said, I was simply there to observe and breathe… Continue reading Shop as the natives shop….

The 'I have never…' outfit

The phrase ‘I WONT’ ever wear…’ doesn’t exist in my vocabulary.  It’s not some kind of boast but just like how I feel it’s incredibly arrogant to believe we are the only living beings in this universe (big alien believer here!), I also feel it’s incredibly restricting to say I won’t EVER wear something when… Continue reading The 'I have never…' outfit