Bestival, Isle of Wight

The glitter bar, where you inhale glitter and sneeze out a tinkerbell

 Wearing: Wax jacket – Barbour. Crop-top – Fairground. DIY Crop-jeans – Zara. Balloon skirt – ASOS. Sneakers - Isabel Marant. Wellies – Barbour. Red cord sweater – Barbour. Bag – Barbour explorer. Water bottle – Sigg. Lace bunny ears – ASOS

When it comes to music I have not put the ‘pop’ into popular for many years now, when my music-to-world synchronization decided to just stop altogether circa 2006 – I think it was exactly when Justin Beaver started talking. Now I put the ‘pop’ in missuz kebab-store hippopotamus and revel at knowing all the words of a TV show theme tune. It seems today that all you see is violence and movies, and sex on TV, but where are those good ol’ fasioned values on which we used to rely? Tha alarm from my Uniqlo ‘Wake Up’ app is my next favourite track. In fact, I should compile some of this into a Spotify playlist – might make you ill, but I promise you’ll feel a whole lot better with your taste in music…and your life, really. So why a music festival? I realised that I must be missing out in something seeing how Bestival is considered one of Britain’s best summer pasttimes, and by going, secretly hoped for a reinfusion of my long lost music appetite. Appetite for burgers and un-Englandy hot weather, I did find, and lots of happy people dressed in giraffes and ant eaters (the theme was Wildlife, alas). If according to a certain mean girl, ‘Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it’, then Bestival is the one time a year when people can dress like 3rd grade Halloween and everyone will compliment your costume. I personally suited up in what I’d always understood as festival uniform: A pair of Barbour wellies, waxed jacket, snuggly cable-knit arriving at the seaside, but by the time we were leaving I really wanted to buy an elephant mask to show I’ve also been there and that it was actually super fun.

Thank you Barbour for taking us to such appropriate grand finale for summer! Also check out – my What to pack for a Festival guest post for the Barbour blog.

Bustier – Courtesy of Fairground, Dress – Courtesy of StyleSofia, Boots – River Island, Grey pants – Uniqlo, Belt – JHYoo, Bag – Lithuanian Market, Plaid shirt – Calvin Klein

Well, other than migrating from bed to bed in the house for mini naps and mapping the neighbours from my window I managed to convince a friend to meet for a coffee. OK FINE, I begged her. Convince, beg, same difference. (Sob) Flora showed me the cosiest cafe in Warsaw called My ‘o’ my where I had best salad in town. Well, probably the best in town because I have virtually no friends and thus haven’t had too many salads in town.

OK enough with the moping, clearly this being alone in a big house has given me the catlady attitude. My parents are coming back tomorrow so a reminder to those who’ve passed out after the houseparty and never left, please TYOB (Take Your Own Beercans).

Here I am, talking to dussst.

(Thank you Flora for the outfit shots!)