Most Wanted Fashion Revolution Party

Last night at the vouchercodes.co.uk Fashion Revolution party:

A little while ago vouchercodes.co.uk's blog 'Most Wanted', were kind enough to include me their top 100 most influential fashion blogs list. To celebrate last night they held a 'Fashion Revolution' p-a-r-t-a-y and private screening, at the Soho Hotel.

Just so you know, I don't get out that much anymore (lolz). So, naturally I drank wayyy to much alcohol, leading to the obligatory 'I-forgot-you-were-my-blogger-friends-I'll-act-like-were-best-friends' behaviour (amongst other things). I also:

• Told a bartender in an American accent, that I liked his accent. He was from Barbados.
• Managed to fit the words 'all that mellow' (a la MBFGW) into 8/10 conversations.
• Turned off the lights in the crowded women's toilets, when I got bored of waiting in line.

Thanks vouchercodes.co.uk for a great night!

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Cut out

(Shirt: Primark, Dress: AA, Shoes: YSL)

Inspired by Hanneli, I bought this cheapo shirt from Primark and hacked off it's shoulders. My thinking was if it came out crappy, I wouldn't care so much. I got these vintage YSL shoes for a steal- I've decided they go with everything!

Spent last night with Dan at the Kopparberg x Vice party. Drank waaaaay to much free cider, finally met the incredibly stylish Clara (my 19 year old self would have been jealous), decided I liked ginger boys and then met one I didn't like so much, met (straight) boys who knew too much about fashion blogs, went on a 3am chicken hunt (cos I'm oh so classy yo') lay by the canal looking up at stars, post unsuccessful chicken hunt (I don't even know why)...

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I don't think...

Jen's post exam celebration....

Was supposed to be like this.

By 'this' I mean breaking my drinking ban, downing shots with waiters, leopard hats, and drinking persil. The plan was dinner, then drinks. We ended up downing shots of some kind of poison with the waiters at Bella Vita, sitting on the laps of waiters at Bella Vita, trying on chef hats in the kitchens of Bella Vita, and offending the people sitting next to us so much, with our raucous antics, that they decided to move at Bella Vita.
After dinner we headed back to Dani's to dress up in her clothes, shoot tequila and dance to Ja Rule (sorry for the crazy drunken tweeting).
We ended up drunk before we had gone out anywhere. We went out for 20 minutes. We staggered back to Dani's. I passed out in Dani's bathroom (I'll spare you the gory details). I did the cab ride of shame the next morning in her pyjamas.

I did it all again the next night...

Partied with my oldest friend on her birthday Got drunk I mean.

Back on the wagon again (sadface).

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p.s That Jen is a wild woman!

Later that night

Dress: H&M x Fashion Against Aids

The perfect p a r t y dress

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Something tells me...

Topshop Lace zip body: £28

I might need this.



Was going to do an outfit post, (well just something more interesting) but I can't manage to get my sh*t together today. Hmmm... I wonder why?

Have a great Bank Holiday...

Don't drink kids!

'But if you liked me you wouldn't be talking to her'

... and other stupid things 'she' said on Friday night...

'she' being the ghost of myself. 'she' being the person I no longer know. 'she' being the person who went home with -50 cool points...

'That's a nice beard' (whilst stroking a random hot guys face)
'I'm bored of listening to him' (said loudly enough so 'him' could hear)
'You look like a pirate'
'Fashion police' (to the 80's reject trying to chat me up wearing baggy pants and bling).
'Ooh, you have a fanny pack'
'Where is my friend? She left? ...Ohh, is that vodka?'


What started as one friendly drink with Daniella from the F Blog turned out to be a pub crawl of Broadway market watering holes late Friday night.

I ended up at home at 5am.

I must admit, I am a brat. I like to get my own way and sometimes when things don't go exactly my way I freak out (but I'm a nice person really really).

Friday night's example: Why is it that whilst I profess to be an independent woman, sometimes a simple whiff of a guy I 'like'* can turn me into a 12 year old schoolgirl?

The guy in question being Dave (not the hottest name, I know. Then again, Jude Law's real name is Dave).

Dave was actually a pretty nice guy. He was actually a pretty hot guy. He was a hot guy that bought me drinks all night, gazed at me adoringly and then got the short end of my diva strop when I saw him talking to another girl. AND when he tried to explain the girl was actually a friend, I looked the other way, waited for him to stop talking and left.

Sometimes I just do stupid things.

As Daniella say's 'I am ridiculous'.

I concur.

I will forever be single.

Blah.

Oh and there are new developments with leg man Ben either. I blew him out after waking up on Saturday morning with no voice. Who knew going out without a jacket could kill you?

I will forever be single.

Blah.

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* 'Like' usually refers to 'hotness'. But I suppose you know this already?

Last night

The night I danced on illuminated tables, fell off and ended up with a cut on my leg...

But still managed to roll into Subway for artery clogging crap food at 5am.

Classy.

Love your hair extensions.

Love life.

This is a rubbish post, but it's all I could muster. Posting things other than how much alcohol my liver can take, will resume as usual tomorrow. Today, I'm taking the person I love most in the world to lunch (and nursing a stinking hangover).

God bless Tequila.

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New York, New York Party

Hosted by the Misshapes, last night at Sketch:

Peaches Geldof, Pixie Geldof, Henry Holland, George Lamb, alexa Chung.

Kate Lanphear.

Leigh Lezark.

Free booze.

As Perez Hilton would say : 'Amazeballs'!

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P.S sorry for the postathon; my computer has a virus, so I probably won't be blogging much until next week, when I get it back. Have a great week lovers!

Princess is... Having a late one

Just got home.

Should be asleep, but instead I've got 'No sex for Ben' on repeat.

A hangover dawns.

xx