OOTD: What I Wear To WERK #8

Ordinarily I’d write a witty paragraph or anecdote about my week but ain’t nobody got time for that today. I’ve just been hit by a delayed proseccoma after a night of alcolols and I’m feeling lackadaisical.

OOTD: What I Wear To WERK #6

Holidays are coming (holidays are coming, holidays are coming… always COCA COLA!) and I am so, so, so ready to SLEEP. I am full of the spirit of the season all year round – I start watching Elf and Miracle on 34th St in January in preparation for the looming festivities that are 12 months away; I am a Christmas whore. If it’s got fairy lights on it, I’ll visit it. If fake snow is strewn across the floor, I will grace that floor with my presence.

OOTD: What I Wear To WERK #5

Heeeeeeeeeey yaa, heeeey yaaaaa! Totally been a busy little bee recently so haven’t had time for lunchtime jaunts to snap da blog shots or provide your life with a veritable feast of tits and ass paired with a smorgasbord of sass.

What I Wear To WERK #1

I am really quite lucky in that I don’t have to don work apparel every day because, honestly, my wardrobe is monochromally minimal. Fairies, hobgoblins and bedazzled bad-ass bouji banshees spending the night on sequin-strewn acid, dancing upon a night rainbow before vivaciously vomming up an oblivion is a more accurate description of what awaits you once you open my closet doors.

LFW: Peter Pilotto SS14

Peter Pilotto *cue breathy, reflective, enraptured sigh*… the things you do! The SS14 Collection was the stuff of dreams. Like, actual dreams. Like the heady, technicolour, imp-infused dreams you dream of having instead of the one where you prance around naked like a tit, exhibiting tit, in front of people you know and then wake up in a blind panic with a serious sweat on. (ph via freakdeluxe)

And never grow a wishbone…

Learn to speak with both your mind and heart. For the ground beneath will hold you, dear — know that you are free. And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

Unweaving the Rainbow…

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara…”

Let there be motiv(procrastin)ation!

Right. So, basically, I have decided to take up the baton and make a blog, this blog, and to nurture it and stay dedicated to it as a means of motivation within my life. You see, very recently I discovered the very news that I have been terrified of for an exhaustively long time now. That news is this: there are two kinds of people in this world, the do’ers and the non-do’ers (not very imaginative titles, granted, but to-the-point). This information as a whole is not news to the majority of us, but the shocking and unashamed truth is that I am, and must own up to being, a non-do’er. I do nothing. I have ideas spilling from every orifice of my being, brilliant schemes and great grand plans, but I do absolutely nothing to make them happen.