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Blazer – Monton, Leather vestette – Vintage Topshop, Pants - Topshop, Knitted - DIY, Shoes – Naked Lunch

Who’s been called a four-eye before? I have, all throughout middle school and high school. Love how I had ultra-supersonic-laser-eye capabilities on every photo from the light reflection on my glasses – I had this anonymous glasses-for-nonrecognition thing going on except you knew it was me because its that girl with the white eye sockets. People would then always ask how kissing would be with glasses on and I would tell them it’s quite difficult because the specs could concentrate sun-rays into the partner’s eyes and make him blind. There was always one girl who said Really? to that.

I have no idea why we had so much glass-ism when we were young, what was so bad about them? Now I really crave for them.

Just over a week ago, I was invited to this year’s SpecsaversSpectacle Wearer of the Year awards, (Thanks again, Tom!) and there saw the glassophilics of glassophilics come together. Hosted by Ben Shepherd and Jenni Falconer, it was a combination of cocktail reception, celebrities, catwalk of the 9 finalists, and then the awards ceremony. ALL GLASSED, naturally. (That sounds like gassed, sorry, making up words here) I must say, it was quite refreshing to see specs on the catwalk, the effect it had on an evening gown was all I’m down to business tonight. I’m rather glad that glasses are slowly rising to a stage of being a celebrated item of accessory instead of an annoyance – although, we’ve all had that time when we used a brooch to cover up a dirty area on our sweater, if you know what I mean. (No face washing anymore!)

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Jacket, Dress, Tights - ASOS, Bag - Gmarket, Shoes – F21, Bodychain – DIY

Today: Wrote one lame paragraph for my dissertation (aimed for 15, oh well.), bought this off etsy, spent 2.5h looking at 15,000 photos from photoalbum, forgot what my face looked like after that so visited the mirror; bought this off etsy, contemplated buying groceries online, I need milk and bread…no delivery under £30? screw you, how about something from Amazon, do I need anything? Doesn’t look like I can afford the new Canon 7D…close window… shoved innocently clean bedsheets into washing machine, watched it spin a bit… did a spell-check on my dissertation… Well now I need to sleep, don’t I. Such a fruitful day.


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Sweater Polo, Pants Gmarket, Skirt DIY, Shirt I Don’t Like Mondays

The yarns were bought in December 2008 and hauled back and forth 5-6 times – to Warsaw, to  London – before I’d even done an arm’s length. To tell the truth, I stopped because I had no clue how to make the neckline and didn’t feel like finding out. Then that genius hit me as always…yeah…I found out that I’d knitted one side 1.5x larger in width. What an idiot. So I ended up knitting it longer in length to joining the two sides to make a shawl. Introducing, the new “circle scarf”, its versatility surprises me greatly.

I’ll upload the tutorial (not much of one btw) in mid September once the magazine I sent the DIY to is out.

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Dress as top H&M, Pants Topshop, Shoes Office, Bag Public Beware, Necklace DIY

As some of you pointed out I did indeed get a perm, although it’s been 3 days and it’s starting to straighten out already. I’ve been straight my whole life and this was meant to be a bit of an adventure, but the happy phase is rather short-lived and from the looks of it I’ll be back completely by the end of the week…SIGH. Whatever, I love my men straight hair.

What a waste of money though, must retry when I get back to London.

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.The Draper Equestrian Hat – Modcloth
.Zipper Top – Dorothy Perkins | Pants – Zara | Shoes – Cutesyshoes | Bag – DIY Studded Vintage | Necklace – DIY

I apologise for the increased randomness – considering the nature of my blog you’re probably thinking oh is that mad woman going to staple that horse-riding hat, and the answer is no, I wasn’t thinking of that, but hey shall we try? I’ll take the stapler, you wear the hat. I was simply cleaning out all the irrelevant crap in my room – the highschool biology notes, college applications, Cosmopolitan mags (the horror). I realised, on pulling out 2 boxfulls of stapler eggs (that’s what I call it in Korean) that I have not had the need to staple in FOREVER, and why is it that we always end up with BOXFULS of staples? From the amount I found it looks like I was aspiring to be a secretary at a law firm – my CV proudly stating: Collector; Owns bajillion staples, no stapler.

p.s I would very much like a riding hat to go with my handsome riding shoes.